Chapter 22: Bone Chilling

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A/N: All of you guys are such sweeties. Offering Mitchie a ride. What sweethearts. BUT SHE CANT ACCEP T IT! IT WILL RUIN THE PLAN I HAVE FOR THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS! Ps sorry I updated later than usual. I was making something for a friend. Aw man I feel so horrible :C. Im posting so many filler chapters. I know. Chapter 25. It shall be long and wonderful. Consider it my apology to you guys.

Two days later two people were walking by the side of the lake.

They were laughing and smiling.

And just having a good time.

Until one of them screamed.

They had spotted a girl.

Pale with dark hair enveloping her face.

Curled up in a ball.

Asleep.

One of the people looked at the other.

The girl looked dead.

They looked at each other with wide eyes.

One of them covered their mouth holding back the screams.

The other one lifted up the girl.

They looked at each other then went to their car.

Mitchie rolled in the back seat.

Where was she.

Well actually to her that wasnt a very important question at the moment.

The most important question was.

Why was her chest so damn tight.

She groaned not able to breathe.

She curled into a ball

Letting out short shallow breaths.

She couldnt breathe.

And what the hell was with the tight chest.

And why was it so fucking hot.

She coughed.

She groaned again feeling like shit.

She felt like her muscles werent there.

And if they were.

Her bones felt frozen.

She felt like she was going to puke.

And her eyelids kept dragging themselves down.

And she couldnt fight them.

The next time Mitchie woke up it was to the smell of amphyl.

She tossed in the bed with the stiff sheets and hard pillow.

She tried to roll over to the other side.

But was stopped by a tug on her arm that caused to her to screech in pain.

She heard tsking as she felt long acrylic nails with beefy hands grab her arm.

Her eyes widened wanting to scream.

But nothing came out.

She turned to the other side to see a large woman with a short brunette bob wearing green smocks holding Mitchies arm.

She laughed a bit as she saw the look on Mitchies face.

"Not always the first thing we want to see on the face of a patient who almost ripped their IV out of their arm but at least your awake."

Mitchies eyes widened even more.

Did she hear her correct.

She thinks she did.

Patient?

IV?

She watched as the woamn cleaned up dried blood on her arm with a thin tube dangling out of her arm.

The woman walked over to a squishy clear bag.

And a nasty peanut butter colored bag.

She picked up a needle.

Stabbed it into a bottle.

And stabbed it into a tube leading to the bags.

"You should be feeling better in a week or two."

Mitchie felt her eyes grow wide and her jaw drop.

"A week or two?"

"Well not every patient who has double pneumonia is expected to jump right back up on their feet."

Mitchies jaw dropped even further.

"Ill be back to check in on you later."

The beefy nurse said this as she stood at the door with a marker writing some stuff on her door.

This was going to be a long two weeks.

Is it still illegal to break out of a hospital?