Oh God, I need to know what's going on. How did I end up here from my bed?
"Hello?" I croak, peering at the open doorway. "Helllloooo?"
Nothing.
There's a call button by the bed. I fumble to press it, the IV line dragging at my skin. "Hell-ooo?"
A nurse breezes in. "Lucy." He flashes me a bright smile as he nears the bed. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Confused." I try to haul myself up against the pillows, wincing as my head pulses. "What happened? Why am I here?"
His smile slips for a second, but he plasters it back on quickly. "You can't recall how you ended up here?"
I shake my head weakly.
"You've got a concussion, honey. Don't worry, it's normal to feel disoriented, especially after waking up. You've been in and out of consciousness for the last few days since your acc
