•Chapter 22: Ezrynn•

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When I open my eyes, after stretching and making the weird 'Arg' noise, I am surprised not to find myself at home. I'm in the hospital, and at first, the thought scares me, a lot. Have I scared my loved ones the way I told myself I never would?
Have I died?
Have I hurt myself...?
The last thing I remember is...going to see Megan...Camden was there...we fell asleep after arguing.
That's it. Why am I not in the Blake's tree house?
"Ezzie? Are you awake?"
My eyes dart to the sound, and they find Corbin sitting on a hospital bed. I look down. I'm on a waiting bench.
Paranoia fills me, my eyes dart around, taking in the scene.
Camden's here. He looks very angry.
Corbin looks curious.
And Megan's here, too, sitting on the same bed as Corbin.
Oh, no.
Corbin must see my eagerness, because he soothes my panic.
"We're okay." Who's we're? "I'm okay. Megan's okay." That's better. Why are they at the hospital? "We got in a wreck." My breath catches. "Ezzie! Ezzie, you're okay! Breath! In-Out-In-Out! I told you, we're fine, we're not hurt."
I try to control the panic that's consumed me, but I can't.
"H-ow?" I ask between gulps of air.
"This drunk guy hit us on our way to pick you up." He explains.
"And Camden." Megan adds.
I feel my eyes bulge, even though I saw Camden sitting across the room.
"No, no, no, Camden's fine!" Corbin says to me, then glares at Megan. "He was fine, with you." He reminds my feelings.
I look across to Camden, and his anger has vanished, replaced by another feeling that I can't interpret.
For some reason, I become overwhelmed, maybe the dreary hospital setting, or the thought of losing Corbin, Megan, and Camden. But whatever the case, my eyes start to water.
I look up at Corbin, and his eyes are full of want.
"Ezzie, I..." He looks at me with sad eyes. "I haft to stay here, on the bed, and you're not allowed to touch me, they say it's a bad idea, they put us on this weird medicine or something, I..." That's what it is. He wants to comfort me.
The thought of me causing him pain only makes the tears come bigger, and soon they're running down my face.
"Ezzie..." He looks like he might cry.
I close my eyes tight, rub away the tears, but it's no use. I'm an idiot.
I burry my face in my hands.
"Shhh," Someone wraps their hands around me and rubs my arm. "It's okay, it'll be okay." A whisper.

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