I have more good news and bad news. Good news is that Mrs. Miller survived the fall with only a broken bone and minor injuries. Her doctor informed me and Marisa that she would probably be discharged from the hospital the next day.

Bad news is that I ended up in the hospital. Want to know why I was in the hospital? It was all thanks to Mrs. Miller. I know that she did not mean to put me in harm's way, but her heavy body landing on top of mine hurt like the dickens!

I was squashed. Squashed like a bug. A flippin' bug! Not only was I in pain and had fractured an arm, but I was embarrassed. Embarrassed that I was as flat as a pancake in public. Embarrassed for Mrs. Miller. If I did not turn my back on her, if I had walked her to the front door, neither of us would be in this mess.

"When she wakes up, I will ask her what the heck she was doing on the roof of the train station. I promise that," I said.

I was concerned that she finally lost it.

I was not sharing a room with Mrs. Miller. I had one all to myself, and it was quiet and peaceful. I wore a white robe - a dress as I like to call it - and was lying in a hospital bed. I was hooked up to two machines, one of which was a heart monitor. A television was mounted on the wall, but I was not in the mood to watch my favorite show because I was tired.

The doctor assigned to Mrs. Miller entered the room, and tagging along with him was Marisa. She gasped and almost shoved him under the bus. Literally. The doctor almost fell under a chair occupied by a child's bus. I do not know how that toy bus got there.

"You are awake," Marisa said as she took my hand in hers and squeezed it. "You are finally awake. Oh my gosh. I was afraid that you were in a coma because you were not waking up."

"I told you earlier, Marisa," the doctor said. "Mike needed to sleep. He needed to rest to recover faster."

"I-I know, but...conditions do change."

The doctor was carrying a clipboard and pen. I heard a click! sound from the pen, and he jotted something down on the paper. "It is a miracle that none of your bones are broken after what just happened. Why was that woman on the roof anyway?"

Marisa shrugged. "We are not sure."

"We do not even know how she got on the roof in the first place," I added.

"Does she have a husband or any family members?"

I sat up and clasped my hands in my lap. "Not that we know of. As for her husband, he vanished and has not been seen since. She has fallen apart because her husband is not there to hug or kiss her."

"Has she been tested for any mental problems? Like if she is battling with depression."

"Are you implying that...she is mentally ill?" Marisa guessed correctly.

The doctor nodded. "Yes. Has she done anything out of the ordinary?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Does standing in the street count as out of the ordinary?"

He lowered his clipboard and locked his eyes on me. "Has Mrs. Miller been standing in the middle of the street?"

"I have no idea if she has done it countless times or if this was the first. I was on her porch when I noticed her on the street. She looked sick and tired."

"Did she tell you why she was on the street?"

"No. I just tugged her away and brought her back to her home."

He jotted down more notes on the paper. "It is best that we test her as soon as she recovers to see where exactly her mind is at."

"What happens if Mrs. Miller fails the test?" Marisa demanded. "You are not sending her to the asylum, are you?"

The doctor smiled. "Mrs. Miller will be fine. She will be in the best care no matter what happens."

The doctor and Marisa soon exited my room. Marisa wished me goodnight and promised that she would return first thing in the morning.

"What about school?" I asked.

"School can wait, Mike. You and Mrs. Miller are my first priority."

My cheeks grew hot. Huh. Not sure why.

I laid back in my bed and glanced at the clock. It was time for my favorite show. I decided to procrastinate on my sleep and watch my favorite show. I picked up the remote and turned on the television.

If you believe that Mrs. Miller jumping off a roof and squashing me was horrifying, you have read nothing yet.

I grabbed a paper listing the channels and scanned for the channel that my show was on. I pressed a number on the remote, which was the number seven, and the television brought me to the correct channel. I missed a minute of my show, but I did not mind. Unlike most of my classmates, I am not picky.

I set the paper and remote on a stand next to me and pulled the covers to my chin. Aside from the injuries that I obtained, this was the life.

Minutes passed. My show was almost over, when it was interrupted by breaking news. I am positive that I speak for everyone when I say that breaking news is super annoying. Always interrupting your shows. Spitting out useless information because they have nothing else better to do with their lives.

But this is odd. My show has never been interrupted once. And the channel that it is on never broadcasts breaking news...or any news for that matter.

"Breaking news," the reporter said. "A citizen by the name of Mike will have no sleep tonight."