The next few days of my life were spent in the hospital. I'd had better days.

I still didn't text them. I didn't want to be annoying, right? I laughed to myself. I should text them… I looked up and went 'ninja' for my phone (Which isn't easy when you're hooked up to twenty tubes and wires stuck in your body) and found it on the table. Which, of course with my luck, on the small table across the room. I was tempted to hit the button on the side of the bed that clearly states "Do not press, unless of emergency". I have problems. But, like the good lady, who is not a total fan girl, laid in her uncomfortable hospital bed, until her mother or assistant came in.

I was losing patience after the first few minutes.

Finally, after a horrifying hour, someone came in. It was my wonderful mother. I don't think I will ever love my mother more. As soon as she came in, I started yelling like a fool to get my phone. She tossed me a weird look. "Where is it?"

"OVER THERE!" I yelled, practically bouncing out of the IVs and various tubes.

"Ok, ok! Don't get your panties in a twist." She handed my phone and I immediately turned it on. This phone has never been slower. When It finally opened up, I was awarded with 3 new text messages- all from Jake. The first one read: Hey, Ally! Whats up? . The second one being: Ally? Are you there? And then the third one, being today reading: Ally? Are you ignoring me? Is it something it did…?

Why did I just have to leave my phone on that table? I immediately texted him back saying "Oh gosh Jake. I'm sorry for not replying! I left my phone on a table, and I couldn't exactly get up and get it…sorry! Haha" I felt totally dorky.

As soon as I sent the text, a doctor came in to consult me and my mother.

"Allison Vergo?"

"Yes?"

"I have good news for you. You can go home now!"

I laughed and clapped my hands like a little 3 year old. "It's about time" I laughed again.

The doctor nodded and smiled, turning to my mother with a clip board. She looked over and signed the release, and he did as well.

The doctor turned to me, smiling, and said "I'll have a nurse come and get you ready"

The doctor left, and my mom started to pack my bags. The nurse came in. I tried to mentally prepare for all the ripping of the needles. Jesus Christ do I hate hospitals! I ended up with my eyes closed and my mother holding my hands as the nurse took them out. I felt even more like a dork.

The nurse left, and my mother put a pair of clothes on my bed spread. She kissed me on the forehead and left the room also. I got up from my bed, stretching from being so stiff. I looked up and down my arms, the bandages still there, and deep purple bruises up and down my arm. I took off the backless cotton dress, to reveal the bandages around my ribs, where I had broken 4 of them. I sighed and grabbed the t shirt my mom had laid down for me. It was a blue tee with a cute pink monster on it. Nothing like a cute shirt to brighten your rib cracked day.

I put on my skinny jeans (which were sort of hard to get on, with all the bruises and sores) and went towards the bath room to check my appearance. I didn't like not seeing or grooming myself for over 3 days. When I looked in the mirror, I was almost horrified. My skin was whitish pink, patchy. Almost see through-like I was fragile or of some sort. My hair was tangled, and the side was shaved, and a long line of stitches was bloody and nasty looking. My long beautiful hair…shaved? My lips were a sickish sort of red. My eyes looked darker with the eye circles underneath them. My body was thin also. I had been eating, right?

I stopped looking at my reflection, and brushed out my hair. Or at least half of it. I'm sure I can make it look better…

So, whats up my fan fiction readin' fans?

I heard someone needed more of this story to live. So, being the humanitarian i am, i did. Be thankful. I just saved your life.

-Charlie-