Five

I woke up in the hospital. I don't even know what happened. Mom said I was in a bad car accident. Then she left really quickly to go to work. Dad and Edith are here. Both sleeping. I have no clue what time it is, but it's dark outside.

Last thing I remember was talking to some people outside occupy. We were starting an anti-occupy movement?

Everything is so fuzzy.

Goddammit. Where is my left arm?
Oh my god. No. No. NO.
Dad starts to grumble and shift in his chair. He opens his eyes for just a second and sees me freaking out.
"Sorry kiddo" is all he says.
"Dad, what happened?"
"Well there was a bad accident with your friend...uh...Heather? Was that her name?"
"Okay, well what about this?" I ask pointing to my arm. Or lack thereof.
"Yeaaah. Well...okay. So your arm somehow got pinned between the car and the ground. They couldn't get you out without mangling your arm. But the good news is, you are going to be ok." He half smiles at me.
Alright. Gotta let that one sink in for a bit. Why was I with Heather? I barely knew her. Ugh this is insane. Wait...
"Is Heather alright?"
"Yeah she's fine. Haven't heard anything. No news is good news, I guess"
Okay well at least she's not dead. Like my freaking left arm. This is so gross.  What am I supposed to do with a giant useless nub? Ugh its nasty lookin too. At least I can get out of school for a little bit I guess.