Chloe's POV

You woke up and you were still feeling really nauseous with a bad head ache too. Your eyes searched around the room for the time.

3:09pm

You noticed that you had a water bottle radomly laying on stomach. All you remember from this morning is coming to Dylan's house from the hospital and falling asleep.

'I wonder where Dad is?' You thought. "Dad?!" You called out. No answer "Daaaaaad?!" You call again but still no answer. You waited for about 2 minutes until you though of a different idea.

"Dylan?!" You called out. No answer still. What's wrong with these people? Are they deaf or something?

"DYLAAAAAAAN?!" You called out once again. You heard footsteps on the stairs. Finally! You thought.

"Hey Chlo, how are you feeling?" Dylan asked as he came over to you.

"I feel sick. Where's Dad?" You asked and told him.

"He just went out to the pharmacy to get your prescription. Some pills and some cream to help keep you wound clean and to speed up the healing process." He said. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" He asked.

"Not really. I'm really nauseous right now." You said.

"Okay, is there anything I can do for you, or do you want me to call Tyler?" He asked.

"No, it's okay. I'll wait for him to come back. But thank you anyways." And with that you closed your eyes and waited for Dad to walk in the house.