When I woke up, the first thing that I said was, “Where am I? This is not  my bedroom.” Then the memories of what’d happened came flooding back into my brain. I looked down at my hands. There wasn’t blood on them anymore. Then I looked down at my clothes. I was still wearing my navy blue hoodie and ripped jeans. I was so  glad that I didn’t have to wear one of those hospital nightgowns. Where  was my phone?I looked at the bedside table next to me, and I saw my phone, (which was surprisingly not broken) and sitting next to them were my white Converse, (they were still white!).  I grabbed them and I was about to put them on when a young nurse came, scaring the crap outta me. 

“Oh good! You’re awake now!” She said, smiling at me. “How’s your nose feeling?”She said. I was confused. 

I paused putting my shoes on, but didn’t put them back. I just held them. 

“What d’ya mean?” I asked her. 

“You don’t remember? You got a pretty nasty cut across the bridge of your nose. But don’t worry. It won’t leave too big of a scar.You got 4 or 5 stitches.” She said. So that’s where the blood had come from. 

“How long was I out?” I asked. 

“Not too long. You were only out for 24 hours.” She said, “I’ll be right back." 

She came back a few minutes later with Jacin and then she closed the door behind her. “Where’s James?” I asked. 

“He went with your aunt. They went to go get your dad.” He said. There was a pause.

“Krys, I am so sorry. For everything.” He said. 

“It’s OK.” I said.

“No. It’s not. I was such a jerk to you. It’s my fault that you got hit by that car.” He said. He was crying again, and he wouldn’t look at me. I took a deep breath. 

“Do you really hate me?” I asked. His head jerked up and he finally looked at me. 

“What? No! Of course not. I was just mad. There’s no excuse, but the thing is,I was a jerk because well, um. Krys, I - I - I like you.” He said.