Fang opened his eyes to a bright light. Am I dead? Fang thought. He didn't know where he was, or what had just happened, but all Fang knew was that he was in a lot of pain. Fang tried to move but he was to exhausted. Next thing he knew, Fang was fading back into sleep from exhaustion.

Fang had been drifting in and out of sleep for what felt like months. But the doctor told him that it had only been three days. Finally though, Fang wasn't tired anymore, and his mouth was parched. He saw a nurse and said "Water". The nurse nodded and disappeared into the hallway.

Fang tried to remember what had happened. Then it all came rushing back. The fire. The school. Bella. So he wasn't dead. But where were his friends? Had they survived? Fang couldn't bear the thought of his friends not surviving and himself surviving.

The nurse walked back into Fang's room with a piece of ice. What is that for? Fang wondered. He couldn't drink ice.

"This ice is for you to lick.", the nurse said to Fang. "You were hurt pretty bad when you jumped out of that building. I don't want you to move just yet. So I'm going to put this ice on a platform and you can lick it."

Fang tried to move. Searing pain rushed through him and Fang bit back a yelp. But what was holding his head? Fang slightly looked down. A sling was holding his head up just right so it was comfortable. No wonder his neck didn't hurt with it up so high.

"Where are my friends?" Fang asked the nurse.

The nurse smiled. "Don't worry, your friends are in the rooms beside you and they're okay."

Fang let out a sigh of relief. His friends were okay. Everything was going to be alright. Everything was going to be alright. Everything was going to be all right...