Metropolitan General Hospital
24 August 2014
I wake up unhappy that Sam thinks bad about Holly, at the end of the day she’s just a friend to share nice evenings with, nothing else.
I’m looking at myself better, wearing a stupid white polka-dotted dressing gown and I can’t believe it, I’m lying down on a hospital bed.
What the hell happened? My eyes are still struggling to stay open and no new thought comes to mind. I stagger around the room. I don’t know why I’m here, nor for how long, the only sign I’ve got available is a long plaster on my leg.
What the hell happened? I’m cold.
“Hey, let’s go back inside!” Davon offers to help me as soon as I peek into the door, it almost seems he wants to keep me hidden.
“Davon...’ The words still trail off from my mouth before they could mak
