She stared back at me blankly. "Wh-who are you?" she said shakily. "It's me, Eric," I said. "Oh my God," she said, crying. "Eric!" She hugged me tightly. We both winced a little in pain, but neither of us cared. "I'm so happy to see you!" she cried. She couldn't stop saying 'Oh my God.' "Oh, Molly," I cried. "Where have you been?" "I've been in the hospital, same as you," she sniffed. "I had to heal my wound." "Oh, right," I said. "Wait. What am I in the hospital for?" "I don't know," she said. "I blacked out when he shot me. Anyways, I have to go back to my room. I'll see you later!" She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and swiftly ran out. I looked around the room for anything to tell me what I'm here for. Documents, medicine, anything. I got up, but wobbled over back onto the bed. I looked down. My right leg from my knee down was gone.