They're all I hear everyday.
The same words that
I've come accustomed to.
The very same boring words
that I can't stand any longer,
without feeling sick to my stomach
every single time I hear them.
without those words
there is nothing but,
Chapter3finding afriend in himChapter 3: Finding a Friend in Him
I awoke to find myself in a bed in and unfamiliar room. With an ice pack on my head and a wrenching headache. I got out of the bed to find a nurse sitting at a desk across the room. She was working on paper work and did not notice me get up.
"Excuse me Miss, but where am I?" I asked. She looked up from what she was doing with a shocked expression.
"Oh, you're awake. You're in the infirmary, sweetie."
'Sweetie? What's with this lady?' I thought looking at her with a weird look.
"Uh, what's an infirmary?" I asked.
"A nurse's office," she answered.
"Oh, and why am I here? I forgot." I said stupidly to the poor nurse. Annoyed the nurse answered,
"You fell earlier and passed out. But thanks to a student here, you we're rushed here right after your fall to get medical attention."
"Do you know the student's name?" I asked her. I could see that my questions were annoying her.
"I think his name was Ly Mallow."
"Thank you . . ." I replied. 'Ly Mallow. . . .