Chapter 347: Felicity Baines, Part 1

A sharp, intense ache radiated from my chest and across my ribs. I attempted to move, and the pain intensified.

Everything was dark, but familiar scents and sounds slowly came into focus around me - the beep of a heart monitor, the periodic hiss of a blood pressure cuff, the steady drip of an IV, the smell of disinfectant and hospital cleaners, and the muted voices of people trying to have a conversation.

I blinked my eyes open and groaned. My temples throbbed. God, I really hated hospitals. I once again attempted to sit up. Every bone and muscle in my body screamed in protest. Whimpering, tears filled my eyes.

"Don't try to sit up," Trent said.

Suddenly, the events that led to me being here crashed over me. Leaving school because some girl was watching me. Driving to Trent's house. The girl in the middle of the road. The truck lurching forward. I hadn't been buckled. Did I go through the windshield?