Life is boring from the hospital bed. I eat suspicious food, get checked up on every so often for my stitches, and flip through static channels. There's no one to text because all my friends are in class, and Enzo said he was going to be busy with the sheriff for a while. So for now, my only friend is my television remote. 

 None of the stations interests me. There are the occasional soap operas, news networks with inexperienced reporters, and golf shows. 

 My lunch is delivered to me via nurse, but I'm not hungry. I've been moved to a different room so the police and medical examiners can take pictures of the crime scene. After Hanzo died, I wonder why it wasn't me. I was right next to him. I was right next to my best friend who was strangled and I didn't even hear it. He died and it could've easily been me. And while he was getting killed, I was sleeping.

 At this point, I don't know how to feel about it. Of course, I feel tremendously sad, but I can't afford to blame myself. When Allister died, I was dancing. When Adelina and my mom died, I was trapped in a closet. When Hanzo died, I was sleeping just 10 feet away. Each time a friend of mine passed, I found a way to feel guilty and blame myself. But if iCloud my mind with the unnecessary weight of death, then I won't be able to think about how to make it stop. 

All of these people are dying because some bastard is killing them. Not because I was out living my life. 

 I settle on a news channel and try to eat potato salad. 

 "...threats against the already-troubled high school of Solaris have been recently made." Are you freaking kidding me right now? All I want to do is eat in peace, but I can't even do that, can I?

 "A malicious call has been phoned in to police, who are on their way. Despite the multiple emails, calls, and faxes, nothing has gotten through. There seems to be a whole firewall around the entire campus. Nothing can get through to the students and faculty, and nothing can get out. The town's sheriff, Aaron Desario, has refused to take action and lock the school down. So far, nothing dangerous has been recorded since the phone call, but police are still wary, as they should be." 

 Aimlessly, I scoop food into my mouth. The more nutrients I get, the faster I heal, the quicker I'll be with my friends. 

 The reporter puts a hand to her ear. "Oh, we're getting something. See if you can plug it in through the audio," the reporter unprofessionally calls to her cameraman. There are some odd noises as wires are taken out and plugged into sockets of technology that I don understand. "And here it is, ladies and gentlemen." 

 There's a brief silence before an automated voice takes over the audio. "Thanks for patching me in," they slyly remark. "I have a deal to make. Someone will die here within the next hour." Is the killer already in the school? "And yes, I'm already inside the school." 

Well, then. "If any police officers set even the tip of a foot inside, I'll slaughter an entire classroom's worth of students. Now, back to my deal: if Reyna Copulas shows up to confess what she did to the entire school, then no one gets hurt by my doing. The school will tear itself apart once she reveals what she's done." 

 After an extensive silence, the reporter begins to speak again. "I believe that's all we're getting. Now, an enormous weight lies on stabbing victim Reyna Copulas, a student at Solaris High and a patient at the Solaris hospital. What is her estranged confession? And will she show? For the sake of the lives of many, I hope she comes. Also, we have news that a single call has penetrated the hacker wall around the school by Deputy Enzo King. Intel has it that the students have been round-up at the gymnasium. Now, all we can do is wait." 

Screw nibbling my food. Now, I'm scarfing it down. I need energy. With a mouthful of food, I rapidly press the emergency button. Three nurses rush into the room, asking what's wrong. 

 "Get these IV's and monitor crap off of me," I wildly demand, sitting up despite the pain. "I've got to go." 

 "Reyna, you can't. Lie back down," the main nurse instructs, pushing me back down to the bed.

 "Didn't you see the news?" I bite, fighting against her. "I need to go." 

 "Yes, I saw it. But if I let you go I can lose my job," she argues. 

 Furious, I grab a ball of her shirt and bring her close to me. Through gritted teeth, Isay, "You listen to me. If you don't let me go, then tons of kids are going to lose their lives.
You got that?" 

 Before she has the chance to respond, a needle punctures my neck. "A sedative, ma'am," a high-pitched nurse explains. 

 The main nurse watches in a panic as my eyes lazily shut and my body lets itself fall onto the uncomfortable bed.