WIP

[b]Marcy[/b]

[b][i]One hour later[/i][/b]

When Marcy woke up, she found herself staring at a white marble ceiling. She glanced around in confusion. This place was unrecognizable. Where was she? Her senses rapidly came at her. There was a routine beeping to her right. After she moved her hand, she discovered there was an IV in it. Memories of the crash briefly filled her mind, but it was fast for her to clearly recall the details. The pain blinded her and she gritted her teeth from it. It felt as if her whole body had been trampled on. Everything hurt. Her mind began racing. Hunter.. Was he okay? She had to find out. She tried to yell his name but was met with silence. Panic rose inside of her, causing the rhythmic beeping to escalate. She spoke again, but gibberish came out. She raised her hand and batted at the wires angrily. She had to find Hunter. what if he was seriously injured, or worse, dead? Where was her family? Marcy' eyes filled with tears. 

Marcy imagined Jason and James, terrified out of their minds; Jessie crying, the others grief-stricken and panicking. Why couldn't she get up? She glanced at her body and found it wouldn't move an inch. Her breathing hitched and the beeping accelerated. "[b]Oh shut up[/b]," she manged to whisper. Running footsteps alarmed her and she quickly shut her eyes. Voices filled the room. 

"[b]She's definitely awake[/b]," a doctor informed the others as he checked on her. "[b]And completely fine.[/b]" He scratched his head, perplexed. Marcy squinted up, barely opening her eyelids. He had scruffy black hair and dark green eyes.   

"She's lucky, incredibly lucky," a nurse agreed as she came over to check her blood pressure. "[b]Either she's passed out or playing opossum.[/b]" She smirked down to Marcy who had shut her eyes quickly before they noticed. The beeping was beginning to deescalate now. Thank God. She wanted them to go away but she needed to find out about Hunter.

She finally looked up at the crowd.