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My eyes fluttered open and I was hit with a blast of brightness. I squeezed my eyes shut to relieve them of the pain of looking straight into the blinding light.

When I opened my eyes again I had to squint. My eyes very slowly adjusted and I began to look around. I wasn't in my room. My head was pounding and I reached my hand up to touch it. What the hell happened? Is this a hangover?

But as I observed my surroundings I began to feel a surge of panic. I'm in a hospital room.

My breathing hitched in my throat as I tried to remember everything. I couldn't, though, it was as if I fell asleep one day and woke up at the hospital. What if I stay like this forever? What if I can never remember?

My head reeled as I forced myself to think hard. I have to know what happened. Not remembering what happened is making me feel delirious.

Turning to my right, I jumped in shock as I spotted Jameson asleep on a chair. I smiled softly. His head was rested against the back of the chair, his brown hair dishevelled, actually making him look very cute. His face was relaxed in his sleep, except, of course, the line between his brows as he frowned. By the looks of the dark and deep bags under his eyes, Jameson was gaining a well-deserved sleep.

I blinked myself out of the trance and reached over to nudge him, but a sharp pain had me wincing, feeling as if I had been pricked in the side. I frowned, then lifted off the bed sheets to reveal my very fetching hospital gown. Looking around, I saw that no one was near my room and then I lifted up the dress by the tip of it. A gasp fell from my lips as I saw a massive bandage covering a part of my stomach. Lifting it up by the corner, my jaw fell and my mouth grew dry as I saw blood.

I pulled down my dress and covered myself with the duvet again. I laid back down on my bed, resting my head on the pillow, trying to figure out what I just saw. I kept my eyes open as I filed through the events of the day before. Wait, how long have I even been here for?

I sighed. I have to get answers soon or I fear that I will lose my mind. I gnawed at my lip, sitting up slowly to avoid hurting my wound again. I spotted a water bottle on the table next to my bed. Thinking up an idea, I reached over, wincing as I went, and picked it up.

I turned to my other side where Jameson was fast asleep, grimacing, I whispered, "Sorry, Jameson." before weakly chucking the bottle at him. Luckily, it hit him in the chest and not the head. I snickered a little at first—seriously, though, I couldn't just let the moment pass without acknowledgement.

Jameson groaned and wiped at his eyes with the palms of his hands. He pushed himself up on the seat and he blinked, his eyes adjusting to the room. And then Jameson spotted me.

He jerked in his seat and his eyes widened. "Sky?" My name fell out of his mouth in amazement. I nodded and smiled. He jumped out of his seat and knelt by my bed instead. He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers through mine.

I frowned down at the sudden contact but Jameson was too bewildered to notice.

"You're alive." He muttered to himself, his face lighting up. The dark bags under his eyes were showing up less prominent than before and there was no crease in his skin between his brows.

"What happened?" I asked him. Jameson's eyes snapped up to meet mine. And then the frown was back. His hand tightened around mine.

"You don't remember?" He asked me, evidently shocked. I shook my head slowly. Jameson swallowed and looked everywhere but at me.

"I'll get the doctor." He informed me before giving me a worried glance, then I felt the warmth of his hand on mine disappear, and next, he was out of the room. I closed my eyes to rid of the panic. But when I closed my eyes I began to feel even more panicked, the darkness opening doors to demons and ghouls. I immediately opened them again as my breathing started to quicken, the pace out of whack.

Jameson burst through the door at the exact right time, any longer on my own and I would've had a massive freak out. A doctor followed behind him and stopped in his tracks when he saw me.

Walking over to my bed he announced, "It's a miracle." He blew out a short breath before cutting a hole through my dress to reveal the bandages.

"I'll fetch a nurse in a second to redress that so we can get a closer look, the stitches didn't do their job, I can see." He told me with a slight chuckle. I nodded along.

He did some random tests regarding my heart pulse and my breathing, etc. I didn't really understand it, and so I found myself not paying attention.

"Well, your vitals are looking good." He confirmed with a smile on his face and his eyebrows raised as if he couldn't even believe it himself.

"You have been here for nearly a month now," He told me and my eyes widened. A month? He isn't serious, right?

The doctor offered a slight chuckle at my reaction, "You were in and out of consciousness," Turning towards Jameson he added, "As reported by your guardian."

I turned to look at Jameson and he gave me a slight smile.

The doctor spoke again, referring to his clipboard. "Apparently, at some points, you even mumbled incoherent words?" He turned to Jameson for clarification, who nodded in response.

The doctor turned back to face me, giving me a hopeful look he asked, "Perhaps you remember what you were trying to say?"

I pondered the question for a while. Then I sighed and shook my head. I opened my mouth to speak but was instead interrupted by Jameson.

He cleared his throat, "She said she can't remember anything." Jameson informed the doctor from where he was standing next to my bed.

The doctor nodded, "Now that does sound a little more realistic." He murmured whilst writing in his notes.

"Okay, Sky," The doctor looked up from his notes, "Tell me the last thing you remember before this point," My mind searched for any memory of recent events.

"It doesn't have to be the most recent thing," The doctor advised me. I pursed my lips as he continued, "It could just be something from a while ago. That way, you can work your way up to this point."

The first thing that came to mind when I woke up was the question of: 'am I hungover?' The party. Where I got drunk. And Jameson told me about Bert.

"The party." I blurted, my head turning to face Jameson.

"The party?" He questioned, seeking any additions from Jameson.

"Yes, I had to pull her away from a party that she got drunk at," He informed the doctor who let out a small laugh, but was probably going to ban alcohol forever after he lectured me on risks of getting drunk, overdosing, and losing my virginity at my early teenage years.

Turning towards me, Jameson asked, "Do you remember what happened after? When I told you–"

"About Bert," I interrupted with a nod, "I remember that."

Jameson fished around in his jacket pocket, then he pulled out a crumpled up note.

"Do you remember this day?" He asked me, smoothing out the creases before showing me the note that read 'Breakfast'.

Laughing, I responded, "I made another note too," I told him and as if an act of magic, I saw a tint of red on Jameson's face. Second time, hell yes.

Avoiding the input I had made, he continued, "Do you remember the pizza?" He asked and then it all came back. The news. I was on the news.

As if Jameson could read my mind, he gave me a sympathetic smile, but happiness still glimmered in his eyes; he was happy that I was awake, that I was okay. I couldn't be any more sure of it. But I dismissed it. I dismissed it all.

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Sky doesn't ship #skyson

But at least she's alive lol #sorry

JAMESONS REACTION THOUGH CAN WE JUST

AND THEN SKY JUST GOES AND REJECTS HIM

hoe

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Next update: Wednesday-Friday evening
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE SPOILER: (that felt so weird to type)

The squad helps Sky to remember some more of her lost memories.

And, we meet someone neww ;)

–Chloe