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Chapter 5:

When Claire woke up, again, she saw that she was sleeping outside. In the dark. Not a good idea in Morganville. The bench she was lying on was hard and cold. She was at a playground. She sat up and felt blood rush to her head. Her eye felt swollen and her arm was bleeding. She stood up, carefully, and checked herself over for injury. Nothing else was hurt, except for her head. She was pretty sure she had a concussion.
She began shuffling away from the park, onto the dark street. With every step she took, her head blossomed with pain. Claire stopped to figure out what she was going to do. Did she try to find her way home or knock on someone's door and hope they let her in? She decided on the latter. She stopped in front of a small white house. The lights were still on, so she knocked on the door. She felt lightheaded as the door opened. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she saw it was one of the girls from school. She was friends with Monica. Her name was Devin, or something like that. Claire was scared that she would shut the door on her face.
"Oh, my God! Claire! Are you okay?" Devin pulled Claire into the house shutting the door behind her.
"I'm okay." Claire said, but Devin told her to sit and ran off. She came back and ushered Claire to her car. She drove, repeatedly asking if Claire was okay.
"S***, Danvers. What happened?" she asked, her arm across Claire's chest, to keep her from slumping forward.
"Collins," Claire mumbled.
"What?"
"My name's not Danvers, anymore. It's Collins." Claire corrected her.
"Oh, yeah. You got married. Congrats. Wait- did Shane do this?" Devin turned to stare at Claire.
"No. He would never." Claire answered, a little slow.
"So, what the hell happened?"
Claire stayed quiet until they got to the hospital.
Devin asked, as they carted Claire away in a wheelchair, "You'll be okay by yourself, right?"
Claire nodded, which was a bad idea, because it felt like her brain was rattling. "Can you just call Shane, please? Let him know I'm okay."
Devin nodded and left.
Claire had to get an MRI, which wasn't uncomfortable, just claustrophobic. Turns out, she did have a concussion. Her eye would be swollen for a few days. The doctor stitched up her arm and bandaged it, too. So now, she was laying on a hospital bed, staring at the fuzzy picture on the TV screen. There was a needle in her arm, pushing blood into her body, because she lost a lot. Nurses occasionally checked on her, but wouldn't allow her to use the phone. She desperately needed to call Shane, to tell her she was okay. And to make sure he was okay, from the chloramine. She considered getting up out of bed, but the bottom of her feet were cut up, because she walked without shoes. She tried to concentrate on the TV, hoping Devin had called Shane.