“I’m at the hospital. I was hit by a car, Mom,” I squeak out through my sore throat. Tears form in the corners of my eyes. The pain has lessened, but not enough to make me forget the night's events. The IV drip helps. My mom brushes my hair away from my face like she always does when I’m upset. “Try to relax, baby. I’ll go grab the doctor. He’ll be happy you’re finally awake.” Finally awake? “What day is it?” I ask. How much time has passed? I feel like I’ve only been out a few hours. The look on my mother’s face tells me this isn’t the case. Her eyes are bloodshot, and dark circles ring her
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