Update: I wake up to a nurses boobs hanging over my face. Great, first thing I want to see when I open my eyes. Lovely. "Umm..." I mumble "Oh! you're awake!" The nurse exclaims, clearly embarrased. "Its fine." "You sure?" "Yes." She nods and twirls here black hair and smoothes out her pants before starting for the door. "Wait...!" I begin "Hm...?" she questions "Um, did anyone visit me while I was asleep?" "Well, you were asleep for a day. A boy named Caleb King came in." "Okay..thanks." She proceds her way out and shuts the bare wooden door. Caleb, Caleb King. So it's true, he does care. My mind wanders back to our small and rather hot conversation. I remember Ian coming in and saying something about "Father". Who's father? Why is he against me? Is Ian against me? I sigh and sit up, then push a button. The same nurse walks in, but this time her hairs messed up. Little whóre. "Um, may I go see Savannah?" I ask. She nods. "I'll get some people to wheel you over there." "No, I'm okay. Just bring a wheelchair." "Okay then." I wait quietly, and ten minutes layer the nurse returns with a gray-blue standard wheelchair. Her eyes fix on me, annoyed. "Thanks.." I whisper. "what ever." she responds. Rude much? I ignore her snide comment and take off my sheets, then lower myself onto the seat, groaning as the stitches seem to stretch. My butt gently lands on the seat and I position my arms on the wheels and stop. "I don't know how to turn at all." I think as I stare at the door, not able to turn or have enough arm length to push the button again. "Aw crap...."