[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=A5E0B9]W H I T N E Y  C A R T E R:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Tuesday, August 22[SUP]ST[/SUP] - 10:12 AM | Santa Celia General Hospital[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Whitney looked up as the door opened, expecting to see the doctor to discharge her. Instead, Aiden walked into the room along with the boy in the wheelchair. She hadn't expected to see him. Judging from his clothes, he must have been discharged out of the hospital too. Which means he came just to see her. That surprised her, considering they just met, but perhaps he felt guilty. He shouldn't feel guilty though. He had no way of knowing some drug would be added to the drinks there.

[color=A5E0B9]"Apart from a headache and seeing my class bleed out of their eyes, I'm doing surprisingly well."[/color] She hated sounding morbid, but it was true. She watched people in her class die in front of her and she and Aiden were the only ones who survived. She thought about Madison. Was she alive? She hoped so, perhaps she found some guy to make out with and they left together.

She hadn't really paid attention to the other boy, but he quickly introduced himself. [color=A5E0B9]"Whitney Carter. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. The nurse said I'm going to be discharged soon, but the doctor has to see me first."[/color]

Aiden muttered something under his breath and she looked over. He was acting kind of weird, but that was to be expected when you entered something traumatic. She adjusted herself when she realized she was without proper clothing. All she had was her bikini top. She sighed. She wanted to get back to the school, shower, get dressed, and resume why she came here. She hated parties and this was just another reason to. She wanted to forget about last night.

[color=A5E0B9]"Hope I get released soon. I want to head back and just...forget this."[/color]