I tiredly open my eyes.i rub them as soon as I see doctor bleakly."what time is it." I whine tiredly ."just after 5 pm." He says."so.....how did it go" I ask bored."Kate,the fire had a home made gas in it." He says."oh,so?" I say."listen,this is more dangerous then we thought." He says seriously."hmmm" I grumble not wanting to here what's coming."the gas,it's poison were going to try to get it out of your system but you have to trust us." He says."or what" I say smartly."or you might die tomorrow." He says.my eyes widen,despite there tiredness."this operation has a 40% chance that it will make you bold and not be able to speak or move for 4 months." He continues."it starts in 30 minuets,sit tight." He says."no,I don't want to,there is a chance of survival right?,I will make it,mum says I'm a fighter." I plead.

"sorry Kate,this has to happen." He says then walks out.oh great,in 1 hour I'm going to not be able to talk just wonderful!. I don't want want this to happen.i want to be out partying with my friends.not in hospital with a 40 percent chance  that I won't be able to move or talk.great. I notice that they removed my bag.i grab it from beside my bed and get my phone out."wow 61 text messages and 14 missed calls.i select Sirenas contact number strait away and text her: hey,how are you sorry I can't talk,I'm in hospital don't be worried I only have a 40 percent chance of going bold and not talking or moving for 4 months- no biggie .byes.i text jake my old boyfriend  from school telling him that I am In hospital and that I still like him. I text my mum and dad then Tom.i send Sirena a text message asking her to tell the teachers I'm as good as dead.;)

I still have the bottles in my bag.great.these things were warnings.
I wonder who or what planted this.i glance down at my self.I'm now in hospital clothes."this sucks" at least I'm not at school.