Have I hit the ground yet?

   I couldn't remember.

   Has anyone read my letter?

   I dropped the slip of paper and let the wind carry the useless thing away.

   Am I dead yet?

   Tears pierced my eyes as I thought about the jump.

   I heard voices murmuring to each other. As I started to regain consciousness, I slowly pried open my eyes, just to squeeze them shut.
A brilliant white light shone above me.

   Now I'm just dreaming.

   I attempted to raise a hand and pinch my cheek, only to find that the strength was completely drained from my body. "She's conscious!" I heard a voice inform.

   No dip, Sherlock. You figured it out.

   I then realized that I was moving. I gathered my thoughts and tried to make sense of what was happening.

   I'm laying down. On a bed perhaps? No, too cold to be anyone's bed. Surrounded by... men? Or women with really deep voices. It seems I'm not dead yet, just really tired. And I'm moving. Somehow. Maybe...

   And then it clicked.

   A stretcher! I'm in the hospital? How could I possibly forget that pounding white light! Just another reason for commi-

   My racing thoughts came to a pause as the stretcher stopped moving. I assumed we've arrived into the room we needed to be in, so, naturally, I attempted to sit up. Just then, my body ached and ripples of pain coursed through my limbs. I then felt a prick on my upper arm, and fell back into the arms of unconsciousness.

* * *

   "M.... ku.... i... ku..."

   I heard a more familiar voice.

   "Mi.... ku..."

   Saying my name?

   "Miku! Wake up! Please," she begged. Is that... "Luka?" It even hurted to speak. "Oh!-" I felt a tight hug around my shoulders, but only for a split second. The embrace was cut off by a shaky, "s-sorry," and a sniffle. Forgetting everything else in my 16 years of existence, I slowly sat up and saw my pink-haired best friend. Crying.

   Because of me.

   She saw me sit up and pulled me into another quick, warm hug.

   "You scared me so bad! Why? What- Do you even realize how tall that building was? You've been granted with a miracle because your average teenager doesn't just leap off of a 200 foot tall building- and survive! Oh, Miku, never in my life have I jumped into a car and driven so fast before," she gushed.

   "You didn't have to-"

   "But I did have to!" she interrupted. I decided that it was best not to argue.

   "I have my reasons," I muttered under my breath.

   "Then why don't you tell me anything? I'm your best friend!"

   Then, I caved in. Tears rolled quickly down my cheeks as I was reminded of the agonizing pain in my chest. Luka then hugged me for a third time, stroking my hair. I accepted it like a child being lectured by their parent and cried harder. We stayed like that for a while in the quiet white hospital room.

   Afterwards, my breath came in short gasps and I mentally cursed the migraine that had formed over my tears. Luka whispered something like, "You can talk if you want to. But you don't have to. I'll always be here for you."

   I nodded in acknowledgement, since my bones and lungs were screaming. And I'm sure it was always true. I just prefered not to talk.