Percy's POV

After I was loaded into my mom's car, she had to help me with the seat belt because I just came out of a surgery. Surgery was so weird. The doctors must have been one of those weird people like I'd seen back in Kindergarten that looked like they might put a disease in my brain or contaminate my food. My mom had no choice but to do it. She even brought a camera along which I never knew why she would bring it until after the surgery.

We were still in the parking lot of the dentist office. I was leaning my head sideways against the leather seat of the car when my mom took out her Flip Camera. Suddenly everything blurred a bit when the little red light flicked on. I couldn't tell if my mouth was half open because almost my entire face felt numb.

"How did it go?" my mom asked, my vision swimming.

I tilted my head the opposite direction. "...Iii didn't feel anything."

"Yeah."

My surroundings blurred as my head rotated. "Uhhh... I feel funny."

"Kinda' felt good didn't it?"

Just then, I stopped to stare at the camera. "Is—is this real life?"

"Yeah, this is real life." My mom snickered.

"Only now—" I sat forward and looked at my two pointer fingers. "Only now I—I have two fingers."

"Good!"

My hands started to blur and double. "I have four fingers."

"Four fingers?"

I leaned back and tried to check my upper mouth.

"Don't put that—don't put it in your—" she tried to warn me. I did what a seven-year old usually does: avert my mouth before I tear something up. Suddenly my eyesight blackened.

"You feel good?" my mom asked me, still filming the camera.

"I can't see anything," I said. My eyesight started to return to me, but only in dark splotches that danced across my eyes.

"Yes you can."

Then, what I did next was on total impulse.

"Stay in your seat," my mom told me.

I leaned up, my head almost touching the roof of the car, and screamed, "Eee-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Then I fell back down into my seat and said something totally random and off topic, "I don't feel tired."

Shifting my head that seemed to be ten times heavier than usual, my mom asked, "You don't?"

I shook my head.

"No?"

"Do I have stitches?"

Either it was me or the drugs that the doctors gave me that muffled my mom's reply.

"Do I have stitches?" I asked again.

"Yes!" she finally said.

I pointed to my mouth, "On my teeth?"

"Yeah, don't touch it—don't."

"Why can't I touch it?

Her eyes seemed to blur, almost like what my hands did. "Because it'll mess up the stitches."

"You have four eyes," I blurted.

"Yeah!"

What? My mom just accepted the fact that she has four eyes! Before I could ask why, my entire body numbed and more of the dark splotches danced across my eyes.

"I feel—I feel funny," I said miserably, "Why is this happening to me?"

"Its okay, Percy, it's just from the medicine."

Another impulsive action: I leaned forward and made myself look possessed by almost making my hands into a ball, but I stopped and leaned backwards, "Is this gonna' be forever?"

She laughed, "No, no, it won't be forever."

Suddenly, I froze and felt a tingly feeling; the feeling I had when I first woke up from the surgery.

Sally's POV

Percy froze abruptly for a few seconds, staring at me and the camera. Then his eyes rolled in the back of his head and slumped down. It almost sounded like his own death rattle. I laughed and turned off the camera. I can't wait to post this on YouTube!