Déjà vu
Annabeth's POV
I kept flashing in and out of reality. One minute EMTs were putting me on a stretcher, the next, I was riding in a banana down a sundae hill. The things drugs can make you see. People say that drugs are bad, but you are supposed to feel good when you use them. For me, that statement is very false. Maybe it was the fact that I was inhaling and choking on the drugs, but I hated every minute of it. The world was zooming in and out and spinning, oh, the spinning was the worst part. Have you ever spun around in circles for what feels like forever until you crash to the ground? Then as you lay there, on the floor, the whole room spins around you? Then, one you try to stand up, your feet and legs freak out because they think that they are still spinning and you fall again and you feel nauseous and tired? Well, multiply that experience by twenty-five and you're there.
It was excruciating to walk, and I pushed through every second of it. Anyway, when I arrived in the hospital, I was already passed out. Bianca said that they hooked me up to an oxygen tank and stuck needles in my arms. When I woke up, I still felt like I was spinning. I also felt like the room was pressing in on me, like something was pressing me flat. I wearily sat up and took a deep breath. I looked around the room and jumped. The hospital bed squeaked in protest and my blue hospital gown crinkled. Bad memories of the last time I was in a hospital flooded back, the gunshot rung in my ears. POW. POW. POW. I covered my ears but the sound wouldn't stop. I flipped onto my stomach and put my pillow over my head. The noise wouldn't stop. I pulled the sheets over my head and covered my ears. The gunshot still sounded, loud and clear.
A nurse in blue scrubs came rushing in. "Darling?" she calls to me, "Babe, are you alright?" I could hardly hear her. The shots inside my head were so loud that it was blinding, the only thing I could see were bright flashes of light and a fading picture of at least seven doctors and nurses fumbling around the room. The last thing I remembered was a sharp prick of a needle into my forearm and the sounds of my own screams drowned out by worried shouts of directions from frantic nurses and questions from my family and friends.
A/N: Super-duper short chapter here. I typed it up but I still need to think about what's gonna happen next and I didn't want you to wait for a long time so here it is!