A/N: Hey, everyone, I'm sorry for the wait! I just had a major brain fart that lasted about... 32 days, maybe? Sorry! :I So, here's the LAST chapter where somebody wakes up in the hospital. Sorry if it's not very good, I mean, I like Jed and all, but I found his character a little confusing so I'm really sorry for all you Jed fans if Jed's a little OOC. Well, here we go!

Disclaimer-I don't own Red Dawn. I don't even know why I need to put in a disclaimer because everyone knows that I'm not the creator of this movie and if I was I probably wouldn't be writing a fanfiction.

Chapter 9

Not A Weakling

I'm not one to get lost often. I could practically walk Calumet with my eyes closed and not run into a pole. ( It happened to Matt, and I swear, I've never laughed so hard. But then he socked me in the gut, so it hurt to laugh for the next few days.)

So I surprised myself when I opened my eyes and was stumped at the beeping in the backround, the white ceiling, and the fact that my agony from the raid had sizzled down to a painful sting now and then.

I started to panic. I had no idea where I was, where Matt was, Danny or Erica, and I was pretty sure that there was a giant needle in my arm. But then, there was the smell of rubbing alcohol, the rushed talk of people in the hallways. There was beeping, a sucking noise, and a bunch of other sounds.

Hospitals are not my favorite place. But I managed to stay awake when a nurse came in. She looked at a clipboard, rubbed her eyes, and looked closer. "Jed Eckert?" she whispered. Then her face completely changed. She leaned out of the doorway. Um, hello, I'm awake!

"Erica! She cried. "Erica! Where are you?"

Erica? Wait, it couldn't be...

"I'm next door! What do you want?" That voice... it was so high-pitched. Was it the Wolverine Erica?

"Come here! You should see this!"

"I'm in the middle of something!" Erica sounded like she was overjoyed at something, liked she had just started crying.

The nurse ran out into the hall. Well, this was a weird way to wake up from unconsciousness. So I just waited to see who would come in the room next.

"I'll be back, Matt!" Erica cried. Matt? As in... my brother? Wait, there was about 16 Matts in Calumet. But how many Matts did this Erica know? "Mattie?" I whispered.

I heard frustrated whispers and then, quick footsteps. A face peeked in. A girl with deep brown eyes, square glasses, and frizzy brown hair gasped and went back into the hall. Was that Erica? "Erica?" I called out as best I could, but my voice was raspy.

She gasped again and I heard her crying all over again. "Jed!" she cried. "Please tell me it's you! Tell me it's not some nasty joke!"

"Uh... it's not. It's me!"

Erica ran into the room. "It is you!" she cried. Her friend hushed her saying, "Erica, the patient next door is sleeping!"

"I don't care!" she said more quietly. Her voice was shaking. She grabbed her friend. "Nancy, hurry! Catch me, I'm falling..." and then she slumped down to the ground.

I just didn't know what to say after that.