I woke up in the hospital.
When I pulled back the papery sheets, I saw I had a huge splint on one hand, holding two fingers, and an even bigger one on the other, holding three.
There were wires attached to my forehead, which I really wanted to yank off. I looked around the room. There were four big, soft chairs. And all of them were occupied by my sleeping friends. Thomas in one, Nick N in another, Blair and Joe (yes, Joe :]) in a third, and Amanda and Nick J in the last.
They seemed really peaceful. Then (o gosh) Charlie walked through the door. “Wake up everybody, The dead girl has risen!” He proclaimed, sitting on top of the waking Amanda. Nick J pushed him onto the floor, putting a protective arm around her.
“You don’t have to be so rude, you know,” Samantha said to Charlie as she walked through the door. She sat on the foot of my bed. “Hey, how are you feeling?” She asked, extremely concerned.
“I’ve been better,” I answered weakly.
“Sorry about him,” she apologized to everyone, “Charlie’s just an idiot.”