Y/N's POV
I sit up with a jolt. Leaning on one elbow, I take in my surroundings. I'm alone. There are machines beeping quietly, every few seconds. I'm wearing a blue gown, and I'm covered in an itchy, pale blanket.
Hospital?
The back of my head hurts. I reach up to touch it, and I can feel a jagged line under my hair.
"Oh, you're awake."
I jump at the familiar voice. "M- Melissa?"
She walks over with a clipboard in her hand.
"Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?" She strolls over, smiling. Gently, she lays a hand on my arm and strokes her thumb there for a moment. "I'm glad to see you awake."
"Mm- uh, my- my head hurts."
She jots something down on her paper. "Well, that's to be expected. Anything else? You had a few scrapes here and there."
"No. No- not really."
"Okay. The worst of the damage was done to your head, and your left leg. Any pain there?"
I look down at my leg. It's wrapped in a blue cast with writing scribbled all over it. Names, hearts, little stars and lots of kisses. "I don't really feel it.. h-how long was I.. out?"
Melissa obviously notices my panic. She smiles sweetly. "Two days. Not too long. Do you remember what happened?"
I wrack my brain for the something.. anything I can remember.
Images flash through my mind.
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