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Where was I, why was it so bright where ever I was and where was John. All these thoughts were roaming inside my head, again I heard the voice calling my name politely. "Miss Peterson,"

Deliberately I allowed my eyes to open, that same brightness welcomed them, nevertheless, out of curiosity about where I was and why was it so bright, so again slowly my eyes cleared as I glinted a few times, finally I was able to see where I was.

(I'm hospitalized)

Memories of my mother and Mr. Robertson, furthermore the car crash then everything cleared up on why I was in this bright white room. I let out words though I felt tired in a way not to even utter. "John"

"Oh you're finally awake, how are you feeling" a young man's voice on my right side murmured, I whirled my head to the direction where the voice was coming from. On my sight appeared a male nurse, in a blue uniform. He looked at me on the hospital bed as he stepped forward, "where is John, uhm the man I-" he started before I could finish my sentence "he's fine, for now, let's focus on you".

(He's fine?)

He started doing what I assumed was medical, "ok let me get the doctor" he murmured with a small smile before he headed to the door and in a second he was out of sight. Leaving me all alone in the room I despised so much, "how long was I here" I mumbled to myself as I shifted my body up to sit up straight, it felt like I had been on One possible for ages.

My body was filled with terrible pains, worse at the back of my head. I whimpered out of pain as I sat up straight on my buttocks with my back leaning on the cushions. The door widely opened to reveal the male nurse from earlier and a short bald-headed man wearing square Golden frame eyeglasses, he appeared to be the doctor since he was wearing a scrub.

"Oh, we are up already, that's a good sign" the doctor said with a serious face but friendly, as he was stepping toward my hospital bed. He brought out his right hand for a handshake as he introduced himself as Doctor Franklin. "Uhm doc, where's the man I was uhm, together with and uhm what's wrong with me" I inquired referring to John, stuttering a bit.

Why was I stuttering?

"Uhm, Miss Peterson let me first explain what happened to you, well, you were brought in here yesterday afternoon, and you were unconscious due to fear, emotional trauma, and severe pain that was caused by the muscle pull at the back of your neck, after you were involved in a car accident. But you're alright now, we can let you go but before that, I'll have to give you some medications and do additional check-ups, Ok-"

I nodded my head up and down slightly, showing that I understand him. He continued "your family and friends are outside, now that I have seen that you're healing, really fast I'll permit them in before I discharge you ok," he said as he continued with plunking off whatever tubes were inserted on my nose and wrist and some which were pinned on my back.

"Please, lift yourself up a bit for me," asked doctor Franklin, I did as he asked with his help pulling my self up, the nurse stepped forward with a cervical collar before the doctor took it and wrapped it on my neck. He explained why and the importance of it since I had neck pain.

( I was Unconscious)

At the thought of that, I got appalled but since I wanted actually needed to be out of here, I had to regulate my nerves before I get to spend more than I wanted too. I hated hospitals I never wanted to be admitted ever again, the reason I was jogging every morning was that, I was yearning for a healthy life which wouldn't lead me to be hospitalized.

Not after I lived in a wheelchair for good twelve months, No. But then reality prevails, life is unpredictable, no matter how hard you prevent your fears to occur but something unexpected will bring you even nearer to them.

I snapped out of my deep self encouraging thought, suddenly when the doctor spoke "ok, you're fine now I'll let your family and give you a few moments with them before I come back to discharge you" he beamed as he patted my shoulder, comforting his horrified patient which was me. I gave him an appreciating small smile before he whirled back to the nurse, and nodding his head to him before he headed out of the hospital room.

Being discharged was what I was striving for before I could face my mom and begin to demand answers from her. I crisscrossed my legs beneath the hospital blanket as I speculated with my eyes closed, abruptly I was brought back from my emotions when I heard a husky, attractive and manly voice calling my name.

Knowing exactly who it was I swiftly unshuttered my eyes widely "John" I squeaked in a whisper though I wanted to scream, I realized the environment we were at and controlled my joyous, I felt a tear dropping off my left eye, it felt like it has been ages before I was wrapped around his arms. He squeezed me in his embrace as he called me by my pet name "princess".

Slowly he let go of his arms around me, again swiftly he squeezed me one more time as he whispered "I love you Emy and I'm sorry-" I shushed him as I placed in my lips against his. It felt good, I never blamed him for the incident and of course, it was an incident so I wouldn't blame him even if I wanted too.

"no need to be sorry babe" I looked deep in his eyes which were filled with sadness and emotions after he had let go of me from his warm arms and masculine chest. This time he was sitting on the bed edge his upper body facing my side, both his hands on mine as his blue glassy eyes gazed at me, though they were filled with sadness they were still alluring.

On the left side of the bed stood Zoe and Nick holding hands, with fearful expressions on their faces, I smiled at my fearful friend. OH, SHE LOOKED TERRIBLE IN THAT EXPRESSION.

On Zoe's, left was my wonderful dad and my mother also holding hands. (Why is she holding hands with a man she doesn't love) I was snapped out of the thought by my mother who murmured the world sweetheart, Slowly I tilted my head to my left to face her and the rest.

John slightly squeezed my hand after giving me an encouraging gaze with his left eyebrow raised, I didn't have to ask why he gave me that look, because I figured it out already. My mom patted Zoe's shoulder and looked at her apologetically as she tilted her head in that process Zoe opened up space for my mom to be able to crouch on the bed. John gave me that 'look' again.

"Sweetheart" she murmured, sitting in the same position as John is but on the other side. "Mom" I looked in her apologetic eyes, why was she having that expression on her face "where's Oliver" since I noticed that one of my family members was missing I had to ask "sweetheart, she's having exams remember, so she couldn't take the flight with us"

(with us)

"Oh, I see, DADDY!" I nodded to her last statement before I moved my eyes off her to see and call my father, who was standing next to her with his hand on her shoulder, he looked back at my mom who was staring down to her fingernails, was she admiring her manicure or she was ashamed of something? I pushed away from the thought. "My little girl, how are you feeling now," he asked, I smiled "I'm fine now daddy, the doctor will discharge me soon, uhm now actually".

Speak of the devil, the door widely opened to reveal doctor Franklin's friendly face and the male nurse from earlier, "uhm family and friends, its time now. Could you excuse Miss Peterson and us for a moment please" everyone nodded their heads as they exited the room.

The male nurse which I now know his name, was nurse Khumalo after I heard doctor Franklin address him with. He did all the hospital discharge rotten and so did the doctor and I was ready to go home. Oh and demanded answers from my mom, concerning what I saw yesterday.

*Zulu surname*

Was I going 'home' home or home? It didn't matter though, as long as I was leaving this terrible room. At the thought of that, I smiled internally.

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