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I woke up from the pain in my head. I felt like someone was banging a hammer on my head and someone was spinning the bed. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry around me.
I heard beeping and small chattering. When everything was clear, I looked around me. Where am I?
"Jennifer, you are awake!" a lady said.
I stared at her before I recognized she was Mrs. George.
Then, a hand squeezed my hand. I looked at the person who squeezed my hand. It was Ryan.
"How do you feel?" Mrs. George asked me.
I turned back to her and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
She snapped her finger and a maid came in bringing a cup of water. She hold it on my lips and I hungrily drank water like i was thirty from years.
Then, she asked again, "How do you feel now, honey?"
I forced my voice out and said, "My head hurts." I put my hands on my head and it was hurting like crazy. I was feeling dizzy too.
"Oh, you got stitches on your head, do you remember?" Mrs. George said.
I pushed my eyebrows together.
"Do you remember anything from last week?" Ryan asked and squeezed my hand. I pulled my hands away and said, "Last week?"
"Yeah?"
"No, what happened?" I asked.
I tried hard to remember what happened last week. Ryan looked at Mrs. George.
I tilted my head and thought even harder, trying to ignore the hammering pain. Then, everything came back to my mind like a fresh incident happened just now. I shivered by the thought of that incident.
"That was last week?" I asked.
"Yeah." Ryan said caressing my head.
Then I asked, "Where am I?"
"We are in the city's best hospital." Mrs. George said and grinned.
"Does my family know about this?" I blurted.
Mrs. George frowned and said, "No,"
My parents probably think I am perfectly fine, right now.
I shook my head, 'Why would I be thinking about them, when they made me do this?'
"Can I be excused, I am very tired and want to rest." I asked.
"Sure honey," Mrs. George said right away and she walked to the door.
"Sleep tight. Ring the bell if you need me." she said and walked out the door.
I stared at the ceiling blinking in the blank space. 'Why wouldn't the pain go away?' I muttered to myself.
I massaged my temple, but it was on no use. I laid there on the bed, just staring at the ceiling before my eyelids dropped.