Chapter 17: Reality.

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My foster mother sat on the left of me with red swollen eyes. She was sitting on her phone, but her phone wasn't staying still. I opened my eyes drowsily.

"Jonas?" My foster mother said.

"Yeah...?" I said. "Where am I?"

"You're at the hospital, Jonas." I look down and there are white belt-like straps holding my wrists and ankles down.

"Can you take these off please?" I said.

"We have to get the doctor's permission first, I'll call him," she said. She walked out of the door for a few moments and then she walked back in with a man in a long white jacket.

"Hello, Jonas," said the doctor with a quiet excitement. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing ok. What happened to me?" I asked.

"Well it seems that you've been off your meds for a while, a week or so, I've heard. We checked your medicine in accordance with your schedule. Don't worry, no one ratted you out."

"Can I leave?"

"Not yet, we still have some tests to run, but you should be able to leave within the next few days."

"Can I at least have these taken off me?"

"The straps? Oh yes." The doctor took off the straps as quickly as he could. I sat up after a moment, the room went black and I got really dizzy, but then I was ok again.

I look to the right of me and I see a sleeping boy with messed up dyed red hair. I rubbed my eyes and he was still there. He was lying in such a position that when he awoke, he was guaranteed to have back issues.

I closed my eyes again and they didn't want to open, I fell right back down on the bed, ready to fall asleep, but I heard something before I did. I heard The Mange waking up and realizing I was awake and feeling better after asking my stepmom about my condition. I heard him call someone on the phone. I heard the voice of a girl who was worried about me. I then struggled to open my eyes, so apologize, I assume this was the lingering effects of the anesthesia and I hated it. I wanted to apologize for ruining her birthday.

"I'm sorry Sadie," is all that slipped out of my mouth before finally falling asleep.

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