"Ok," I said, just to reassure him of my loyalty. Once he would look in a mirror, he'd know thats an impossibilty but I figured I'd let him sleep and deal with it later.

The ambulence crew had dragged the platform with his damaged body out of the car and into the hospital.

He had almost fell off the platform from the crew trying to get him over the steps. I found this hilarious! He looked so ridiculous. Oh man, I'm a jerk. I laughed to myself.

After the stairs were clear of them, I ran up to catch up. I fast walked to assure me of not running into anyone and make them scream at me. I've heard that hospitals can be hectic only because of the employees. Doctors were mean to nurses, nurses were mean to candy stripers. It's like the food chain of mean. The mean chain! Yeah.

A nurse, dressed in pink scrubs, had stopped me from entering the Cat-Scan room. "I'm sorry, you can't come in here. It has radiation."

"What? I dont have a cell-phone or anything like that!"

She glared at me for a second, not wanting to hear excuses and arguments. "I'm sorry, miss. You can sit right there."

There wasn't a reason for me not to go in. I didn't get it! I didn't have any metals or anything that might damage their scan or me. In disgruntlement, I planted my pissed butt on the bench besides the door. It was dreadfully boring while they did their tests, so I ran to the lobby and grabbed a pen. I liked drawing, it was my boredom escape. The whole time I had scribbled all over my hands, shoes, and arms. At the end, I looked like those freaks that won the "World's Most Tattoo'd Person". Except for those well drawn tattoo's, I had reminders that I saw on walls, silly faces, hearts.

They dragged him out of the Cat-Scan room. I saw him come out.