Morgan Smith stood at the front desk checking people in, her small fifteen year old freckled face gleaming underneath the florescent hospital lights. A handsome teenage boy staggered to the desk.
"Excuse me....where am I?" He said. Morgan stared into his lost, hazel brown eyes. He looked so confused. "Miss...I dont remember anything". Morgan panicked, Shyla was on her break and wouldn't be back till an hour from now. " Do you remember your name and age?" Morgan asked him nervously.
" Yes, my name is Oscar Tomison and I am seventeen" he replied. Morgan noticed blood dripping from the side of his head. Typing frantically, Morgan signed him in. "Follow me" she said and led him down the hospital corridor. In a cream hospital cubical sat Oscar on a bed. She wrapped his head in gauze. Morgan sat next to him. "I know we just met, but please dont leave me, im scared of them" his shaky voice said, Morgan looked in his eyes again "who?" she asked, but before she knew what happened Oscar was unconscious on her lap.