CHAPTER 1
I remember it so clearly. The screeching of the tires, the flash of headlights, the sounds of metal against gl*censored* and all other horrific details.
Me and my two best friends, Oshawa and Brennan, went to our friend Sloane's birthday party in the middle of January, on hte way back we hit a patch of black ice and spun out of control and crashed head-on into oncoming traffic in the other lane.
That's why I'm where I am. Where is that you ask? Hell. Harbourview Medical Center here in Seattle.
I hear soft sobbing at my side and kow at once that its my mother.I can see clearly her blonde hair cloaking us from therest of the world without opening my eyes. I want to cry right along with her, not because of any pain I feel, but because of the pain I'm causing my family. My mother Tracey, my father Sebastien and my little brother Drax. I imagine her face before my accident. So bright, glowy and full of life, and then I see it now, bright blue eyes red and puffy from crying,pink lips trembling and normally very pale skin flushed from her tears.
In these past days here in Hell the hospital, I haven't opened my eyes for more than a few moments at a time. Medication keeps me drowsy, and as much as I'd like to that's why I haven't opened them, it not the real reason.But this time, as much as I don't want to do it, I know my parents deserve to speak to me again, I open my eyes and see.
CHAPTER 2
And what do I see but my mother hunched over me, blonde hair creating a shield around us, just like I saw before I awoke. What else do I see out of my half-open, tear crusted eyes? A resident with her interns doing rounds.
"All right!" she snaps, "Who's presenting?" A geeky seeming guy who looks much to young for the job raises his hand, "Well then, I suppose you better get to it." she snaps again.
"Patient Brin Keystone, age 16 presenting multiple contusions and abrasioans as well as a hairline fracture to the *radius and ulna* and another facture to the *tibia*" he swallows and continues, "Mr. and Mrs. Keystone have informed us that the patient is having troubles staying awake, although we are almost positive that this is because of the morphine we will still run a few tests."
The resident nods and the geeky guy steps back into line as the resident asks all the interns,
"How do we treat the injuries?" A tan skinned young woman with hair as white and straight as cornsilk, and what I am *censored*uming are contact-enhanced poison green eyes, steps forward,
"A few weeks of bedrest along with pain medication as needed, and possibly, once the casting comes off, some muscle therapy." She flashes an overly bright smile and steps back with her fellow interns. The resident turns and smiles a motherly smile at my father, mother, brothe, and I and speaks softly,
"If you need any help you get get one of the nurses o help or get them to page me." and with a sweet smile she was off, the interns following closesly at her heels.
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