Reluctantly, I smile.

"Hi Tazer. I would shake your hand but I can't move my arm." She laughs a little, but still looks kind of tentative.

I shoot a glance at Jacob. He's chatting away with Miss Supermodel over there. She notices I'm looking and shoots me the bird under Jacob's field of eyesight.

She so does not deserve him, I think.

"So when can I get out of this joint?" I say aloud. I'm sick of this place. It's too white. Maybe the rooms will be a pleasant earthy green, or have an appealing autumnal palette.

A nurse walks over and plasters a fake smile on her face.

"I'm sorry, miss. You have to stay here until you're all better." I groan enthusiastically. I'm not usually this disruptive. There's just a certain someone who I want to disrupt.

"Please let me leave. I'm fine. All I need are some crutches. Please." I'm begging the nurse for real, though. She sees the pleading in my eyes.

"I'll check you out."

"Um- excuse me- ma'am- I think she's okay too." I point to Tazer, waiting for a nod of approval. The nurse rolls her eyes and says,

"You're free to leave anytime." I smile and thank her. Tazer gets up with me. Now that I can see her up close, I realize she's younger than I thought, probably about 15.

"Bye Jacob." I say dismissively. I take one last look at his incredibly sexy face, and then start to strut out the door.

"Izzy! Wait! The doctor told me we'd be in therapy together, with another guy, Logan." Great. Just when I step away from the biggest crush of my life, he pulls me right back into orbit. Tazer, thank god, yanks me away from the door.

A middle-aged woman in white scrubs walks up to us and says,

"Hello, girls. Have you been assigned a room yet?" We shake our heads in unison. The woman smiles.

"Follow me." We shuffle along behind the woman as she leads us to a sort of receptionist's desk. The woman starts entering stuff into the computer.

"Now would you girls like a room together or apart?"

"Apart." I say, at the same time Tazer says,

"Together." I start to sputter out that we'd go with Tazer's idea, but the woman cuts me off.

"How about I give you two a conjoined room? You each get your own room, but if you want you can open a door and voila, it's like the same room." I wait for Tazer to agree with the idea before I do. I feel really bad already.

Inside the room, my heart sinks. The walls, the carpet, the bedding, everything is white.

The room has a simple layout, with the bed in the corner of the room and a nightstand beside it. There is a dresser in the middle of the opposite wall with a mirror and everything. Near the door there's a closet full of basic white clothes. I quick inspection of Tazer's room spurred results that hers was exactly the same. We shared a bathroom.

It looks like the bed had been made, but the room hadn't been cleaned up much from it's previous owner. There was trash in the trash can and the clothes were kind of messily folded. I found a sticky pad of- you guessed it- white sticky notes and a pencil.

On the sticky note, I wrote,

Not all hope is lost.

I stuck the sticky note on the wall.