The beeping was a constant rhythm next to me I could hear it the sound muffling ever so slightly; I kept my eyes shut tightly as I relived the terror of that night. I vaguely remembered what happened I had tried to protect Sav and got shot by my dad. Yeah that pretty much told you what my mood was right now. Slowly I opened my eyes fighting against the heaviness that was holding them shut.

I squinted against the blinding light from above which spread over the bed I lay on. I looked down and saw I was laying in a hospital bed in hospital clothes the over cleanliness of the place making me feel uneasy. I never like hospitals everything was always in place everyone was where they had to be no one and nothing was out of place. It took any fun that there could be out and replaced it with a simplistic routine that ran in a cycle the whole stay. As you can tell I have taken a disliking to hospital and I was sure I wouldn't like them any more after I had left here.

I sat up resting on my arms my head pounding the room swirling but I stayed upright trying to prop myself up on the pillow that was a mistake. A huge jolt of pain rocketed through my chest like my muscles had been stretched and twisted, I felt a lump of bandages on my chest covering the fatal wound.

"Shit" I whimpered clenching my jaw and squeezing my eyes shut to hold back any tears of other out cries of pain. The beeping accelerated greatly and a worried nurse came to the side of my bed,

"Hey don't move so fast, you'll hurt yourself" she said outing a hand on my shoulder moving me so I could sit up properly I smiled at her,

"Thanks" I said

"Don't mention it, its part of my job" she laughed "so you're finally up then" I looked at her unable to look confused as my face hurt even if my eyebrow moved.

"You have been unconscious for three days that's quite a lay in even for a teenager" she stated I managed to laugh shortly before I winced as my chest burned reminding me why I was here.

"Summer try smaller movements and slowly, I know it's hard but otherwise you won't recover as quick as you would like and I you are acting like the ones who want to get back out there" she advised me "I'll go and get Mike he has been here every day you know" she then walked off out through the doors.

Mike came through ten minutes later his face lit up with relief when he saw me; he looked tired black circles painted darkly under his eyes. He sat in the chair next the bed and took my hand in his rubbing a little too hard but I didn't complain because I knew that it was because he had been worried about me.

"Your better then kiddo?" he asked, I nodded and smiled even though I felt horrible the pain throbbing in my chest.

"Can you ask the nurse to give me painkillers of something my chest hurts... a lot" I said to him

"Of course I'll ask her when she's back" it was quiet for a moment "Savannahs doing okay she's wants to see you" Mike said my fingers clamped round his hand in a grip I was surprised I even had in this state.

"What happened to her after I you know..." I trailed off as I thought of the night again I shut my eyes and listened to Mike explain how she was okay. He carried on but that was all I wanted to hear the simple word 'okay'. Considering I had been unconscious for three days I felt tired it was probably the medicines and painkillers I had seen on the prescription sheet earlier. I tried to keep my eyes open for Mike's sake if any as he had been worried about me and looked like he had no sleep, so the least I could was stay awake even if I was struggling to listen to him.

"Are you alright Summer?" Mike asked a tone of concern slipping through his calmness,

"Yeah I'm fine I just feel very drugged up" I murmured he laughed "when can Sav come and see me?" I asked it was the only question the drugs couldn't shake away, my attention then focused on him when he didn't answer for a moment, "Mike" I said again.

"We can talk about this later okay you look like your gunna fall asleep" he told me I went to protest but I could feel myself getting drowsy my vision blurring, I focused on Mikes hand holding mine until he let go my hand dropping limply over the side of the bed that to blurring the only thing my mind focused on was my attackers eyes staring blankly at me after the shot. I slowed my heartbeat down as I began to panic, it wasn't real. It wasn't real. It was only a memory. A very real one.