I was drifting...floating, actually....it felt nice...as if I could fly. Images around menwere a blur. I saw a handsome young face leaning down at me. "Cassy!" the name echoed throughput my brain. Mmmm, it felt relaxing actually, this feeling. Like I was an angel. I could spread my wings....spread, spread, spread. I screamed. Pain took over. My head was throbbing, I couldnnt move. "Call...9...1...1" I heard someone say. The pain was torturous now, I was writhing in it. It hurt. A lot. Then suddenly, it was gone,the paibn was gone. I felt relaxed; calm. "Cassy!!" that angelic voice screamed again. I wanted to sleep..mmm.... Then my vision turned black. I only thought one more thought. I was dead, wasn't I?
I don't know what I was feeling? Wasn't I supposed to be dead? Where was the angels? The light? The passageway? All I could see was... Nothing. Maybe it was hell. Maybe I'm damned. No, that's not it either, where was the fire? The screams? Porgutary? Hmm, nahh. "Cassandra.." Was it that angel's voice again? No, he sounded different. Deeper. Professional. "Broken...." What was he talking about? "Trauma...." I forced my eyes open. A bright light filled my vision. Squinting, I took in my surroudings. Was I....? I was in a hospital. "It'll take a few weeks to heal.." I turned to my right, wincing at the pain in doing so, and saw a tall, fit guy in a white coat, checking off things from a small checklist. And talking to him, my gosh. He was beautiful. His eyebrows were creased with worry, his jaw tight, but he still looked like an angel. He turned to look at me and I melted. He was even cuter. His mesmerizing eyes opened wide and in a flash, he was beside me. "Cassy! You're awake!" the angel held my hand. "W-Where am I?" Stupid question, I was in a hospital! Duh. My brain wasn't working out to great. The doctor walked over and smiled at me, "Hello Cassandra. It seems you've broken your wrist and suffered a minor head trauma. Your head needed a few stiches, but you'll be fine. Just have to stay careful." The next question that pondered me, "How long have i been out?" "One day, you hit your head pretty hard against the locker." "Oh." one day. I missed one day of my life. Wow. "I'll leave you too alone." the doctor smiled and left. I suddenly knew why I was here. Why I hit my head. Why I broke my wrist. It was because of this beautiful, trechorous angel. I pulled my hand away quickly. He sighed, "Cassy....we need to talk."