"You. You were like dead or something. Anyway, I would just like to welcome you to torture." She gestured to the room around her, which was empty besides us.

"What happened to you?" I asked curiously. She held up her arm, which I saw was not bandaged, but had blankets covering the huge IV stuck to it. She reached towards me and handed me a slip of paper:

Name: Angel Crafter

Age: 13

Sex: girl

Diagnosis: leukemia

I stopped reading at "leukemia".

"Wow." I said, " You must have been here for a while." Her face saddened, her brown eyes dull and gloomy.

"Yeah." She replied. I felt bad for her.

"Doesn't any one ever come to see you?" I questioned cautiously.

"I'm an orphan." She replied. I felt horrible. This girl. She'd been here for months with leukemia, and didn't even have any family to visit her. She still had her hair though, which was lucky.

"What about you?" She changed the subject.

"I think I was in a car accident. I mean, I was. But I don't remember much. I was with my girlfriend when..." I gulped back tears.

"That explains why you're so bandaged. I thought you might have fell off a cliff or something. You say you had some one with you?"

"Yeah."

"I think I saw her. But she didn't come here in the ward. She didn't look to good either...kind of pale, you know?" I perked up.

"When? When did you see her?" I asked.

"When you came in. Some nurses were wheeling her in. Hey, want to watch some TIV?" she nonchalantly turned it on and flopped through the channels until she stopped at Glee.

"Yes! It's on! Too bad we only have like seven more minutes of it." She said. I slunk back down, realizing she wasn't going to tell me anymore. I decided to watch with her. I'd only seen the show once or twice, but anything to keep my mind off Patricia would be good. On the show, a girl was driving to what looked to be a wedding. The people at the wedding were all freaking out because she wasn't there, and wanted to start without her, but the bride wanted her especially as a bride's maid and started texting her. The girl in the car looked annoyed. She kept texting back, but was stuck in traffic. Finally, she picked up her phone and started to text the bride saying "I'M ON MY WAY!". A screeching noise approached her in her car. She was oblivious to the car rushing towards her. My stomach rose to my throat as I felt the suspension, just like when it happened to me. The car was almost there. It hit. I whimpered and turned away. I felt like I was going to black out. I was in her position. I knew what she was going through. Angel gasped next to me. I peeked at the screen. The words "to be continued" flashed on the screen along with "August 29th." We were silent. Angel turned to me, flipping the channel.

"I'm sorry. Now I know what it was like for you." She said timidly.

"It's ok." I told her, even though I knew it wasn't.

I watched the white-clothed nurse hurry around with a cart of trays. She pushed it towards Angel first, who eagerly took some toast.

"Mmmmmmmm first meal in a week. Stupid IV." she retorted and took a bite. Next, she came to me. I just took a glass of water. After two days of being in the hospital without Patricia, nothing was very appetizing.

"Aren't you hungry?" Angel inquirer, sitting up and munching on her toast. I realized how thin she was. You could see her ribs through her hospital gown.

"Not really," I answered. I took a sip of the water. It felt cool and refreshing, and I was glad I took it. (To be continued