Sweating The Small Stuff

But I'm Not Crazy I'm Just A Little Unwell

I'm dead now.

That thought sent terror through me.

I can't believe I'm such a drama queen! One panic attack and I off myself, good going Jordan, you freaking idiot.

I heard the sound of a pen scratching away on paper and smelt something sweet mixed in with the smell of disinfectant. Well, better open my eyes and see what the afterlife looked like. Groaning, I lift a hand to my head and rub my eyes to get rid of the slight crusty feeling they had, gross. I tried to lift the other to get rid of the gunkiness quicker but I let out a small squeak when I felt pain in the back of my hand.

"Oh my!" A familiar voice exclaimed, "Are you okay? Here let me adjust your bed while I call for Doctor Wills. Be careful of your IV, dear."

Looking around the room I saw a petite, middle-aged woman wearing pale green scrubs fumbling with some buttons when my bed started elevating, "There, there. Better now? I'm Nurse Oliver, but you can call me Marissa."

"Aren't I dead?"

I winced at my voice, it was croaky and frankly, manlier sounding than it usually was. Watching Nurse Oliver I saw her flinch slightly at my question.

"No, sweetheart, your father came home and found you just in time. You sound like a very bright girl from what he told me, so it's understandable why he's so shocked about - Well, about your actions. You're at St. Maurice's Hospital."

"Oh."

"Now let me call in the doctor and then I'm sure you can see your dad, also there's a distressed boy and girl with him."

Shit, Cheyenne and Ashton. Chey's gonna kill me.

I chuckled a bit at the fact I was worried about Cheyenne hurting me when I had just tried to kill myself. The human mind is a funny thing, 'innit?

Nurse Oliver sent me a slightly confused glance at my chuckle but I quickly shook it off, "Sorry, I was just thinking about how bad the girl is going to hurt me and found it funny I was worried about getting hurt, because, well, ya'know?" I explained gesturing at my form in the bed.

"I guess you're right, dear. Doctor Wills is on his way with your visitors but first you'll have to answer his questions, alrighty?"

"Yes, Nurse Oliver."

She made a clucking sound, "Marissa, sweets. Call me Marissa."

Suddenly, a man opened the door to my room, running a hand through his thick, yet grey hair. He collected the clipboard from Nurse Oliv- Marissa, and discussed some medical stuff I really didn't bother to pay attention to.

"Alright- Jordan is it?" When I nodded a quick affirmative he continued on, "I'm going to ask you some questions and then I'll pull your party in to explain your...circumstances. Sound good? Okay, full name please?"

"Jordan Keller."

"Age?"

"14...I think?"

Doctor Wills looked at me shocked, "A-are you sure?"

"Nah, I'm kidding around. I'm 17."

If looks could kill, jeez.

"What's the date?"

My eyes flickered up to the clock, it was around 4:30 AM and I had swallowed the pills 11:00 PM last night, "June 3?"

"Very good. Well, there seem to be no brain damage but we'll observe you until we are absolutely positive."

"Um, what do you mean 'observe'? Will I have to come in for check-ups or something?"

"No, but I'll explain to you with your parents, I'll get them now."