Raindrops Book 1: Cry 48 Flashback 14

I opened my eyes.

It seemed as though I was in a moving vehicle; there was a fluorescent light hanging above me, on a white padded ceiling. I could hear people talking amongst themselves, and the deafening blare of a siren.

Where was I?

A sharp pain seeped in at the back of my head, and I groaned, turning my head slightly to my right. All I could see were shelves hung open, as though they had just been ransacked, and a small stand with a bag of liquid hanging from it. I ran my eyes down the drip and stared at where it disappeared into my hand.

Why was I on a drip? What happened?

"She's conscious" I heard a woman say, her voice painfully loud so I groaned and turned toward the voice. The woman sat next to me in some sort of uniform, like a nurse or something, with a pen behind her ear, and her eyes trained on me.

I swallowed and searched for my voice.

"Where am I?"

The woman stared in shock, before leaning forward and kneeling over me. She reached for the bag hanging on my right and stared at the level of the solution left.

"How is she conscious?" the woman said and I groaned, because she was yelling and I already had a headache. I closed my eyes and swallowed when I heard someone else, male this time, murmur in response to the woman.

"Check her vitals" his voice was a lot quieter than the woman's, who moved to do as instructed. She slowly lifted my upper body into a sitting position, before retrieving a flashlight from her pocket.

"Follow the light" she said, placing a finger under my chin as she flashed the light in my eyes.

Headlights.

In a split second, I remembered the accident. The headlights, Lolita swerving, the car in the lake; everything before and after that, however, was completely blank. I had no recollection of anything that had happened at the party; it was as though I was hung-over.

What happened? Where was Rain and Angel? Alex?

I closed my eyes and Lolita's face flashed in my head.

"Where's my sister?"

The woman ignored me, writing something down in the notepad she had in her hand. I slowly glanced around. I was in an ambulance, but there was no sign of Lolita.

"No concussion," the woman said, partly in shock, so I dragged my gaze back to her "how is this possible?"

"Where's Lolita?"

"She seems perfectly fine"

I was growing rapidly irritated with the woman kneeling in front of me. Why was she so annoying? She was acting as though she was avoiding the actual question; where was my sister? The ambulance seemed to slow down, before coming to a full stop.

"Can I get out now?"

The woman stared at me as the man opened the back door, a burst of wind rus.h.i.+ng into the back of the bus then. Slowly, they removed the I.V from my hand and helped me off the bus. When my feet touched the floor, I stumbled slightly and leaned on the woman for support.

"My sister," I muttered, glancing up at the man "where is she?"

As if in cue, another ambulance showed up around the corner, its siren blaring. My eyes widened, and I shuffled quickly into the hospital to get help. There was a nurse seated calmly at her station, reading a novel.

She looked up when I burst in.

"Please," I said frantically as I reached her station "please you have to help her"