Not As Perfect As It Seemed

by how to catch a moonbeam

Five girls. Three years. One room. There never was a clique. After waking up from a three-year-long coma, the PC finds out it was all just a dream. They're nothing more than five classmates who barely knew each other, linked together by a car-accident-induced coma and a silly dream. That "silly dream" was all they had, though, but is it enough to bond them together?

8. eight

Chapter 7-the Emergency Hospital in Decatur, Alabama

Okay, so in this chapter, it SAYS her name's Kristen even though it's Allison. She just THINKS her name's Kristen.

Kristen heard voices arguing in the background. She woke up to see two girls, one a redhead and one blonde, arguing with each other.

Kristen felt something on her wrist. Huh. It was a hospital bracelet with the name Allison York on it.

Kristen looked around from on the bed. A sleeping girl with dark brown hair was sleeping on the bed next to her, lying facedown, smushed into her pillow. She looked a little like Riley. Okay, well, not very much, but still. She did. Fine, she didn't.

Either way, Kristen wanted to walk over and ask her. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge. Or, she tried.

Kristen tried again. They were still lying in place on the bed. Stretching to her knees, she lifted her legs up and dragged them to the desired position. There! Kristen thought triumphantly. But, strangely, she didn't feel the metal rod beneath her legs.

Kristen pushed off the bed, but fell backwards onto it instead. Groaning, Kristen stood up and held onto the railing of the bed. Using her arms, she made slow progress to the end of the bed, leaning on her right arm and moving her legs with her left.

At the end of the bed, Kristen took a leap of faith, and pushed herself forward onto the floor. Her legs supported her for a golden second, then wavered and crumpled.

Shocked, Kristen fell to the hard linoleum floor. Facedown, with her arms pinned beneath her and her useless legs, she was like a beached whale. Her bracelet dug into her wrist. The floor was cold and smushing her nose. Plus, she was really hungry. Kristen began to cry.

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