dead

I opened my eyes.

I looked around my hospital room, and saw that I was alone.

Well atleast I'm not dead.

I had been staring at the ceiling for about five minutes when I realized:

"My stomach doesn't hurt." I said aloud to no one is particular.

I heard footsteps becoming increasingly louder. I looked to to see my dad, my mom, Johnnie, Kyle, and Bryan enter.

"You're awake!" My dad joyfully said and ran to my side and grabbed my hand.

"I love you, Imogen." My dad told me.

"I love you too. All of you." I said as I looked over at all of the other people here.

Johnnie walked up to me and handed me a bouquet of white roses, my favorite.

"I hope you get better soon, Im. I'll be there for you every step of the way." He told me while holding my hand.

"I really appreciate you, you know that?" I tell him and a smile creeps onto his face.

"The doctor said that you can leave in an hour or so." My mom told me.

"Oh, thank god. It smells horrible in here!" I reply while rolling my eyes.

Everyone started laughing.

There was a knock at the door.

"Ms. Beckham, Are you ready to go home?" A read headed nurse asked me.

"Am I ever."