Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
I listened as the beeping sound started to get clearer and clearer.
Everything hurt.
As my senses started to focus, I heard other sounds.
The steady hum of machines, birds, and snoring..
I opened my eyes.
Laid before me was a white and crisp hospital room, and beside me, was a not so crisp and clean Jackson.
His head was laying on the hospital bed, his black hair disheveled, and of course, a line of drool coming from his mouth.
I looked at my body, a cast was wrapped snug around my left leg.
I felt my head and winced.
My head was covered in thick bandages.
I racked my brain, trying to remember what happened.
I gently poked Jackson in the head, and he opened his eyes.
"A-annabeth!!" He yelled.
He jumped up too hard and fell backwards on his butt. He quickly scrambled back to me.
"Are you okay?? How do you feel?? What are your symptoms?? Are you on your menstrual cy-"
"Jackson!!"
"S-sorry.." He whimpered.
"I-im okay..what happened??"
Jackson looked down.
"It's all my fault.." He said.
"What?" I asked.
Jackson looked down, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"A truck hit you.." He said.

The memory came back and hit me like that truck.

I listened to the music as I rolled.
I heard Jackson's voice, but it was too late.
I felt my body get hit, the air getting knocked out of my lungs.
I hit the ground, hard.
I felt liquid, warm liquid.
It was blood..
From my head.
But the worst of it all, my leg.
It was almost completely under the tire.
I screamed in pain and fell unconscious.

"It's not your fault Jackson..." I said, rubbing his shoulder.
He looked down, wiping another tear.
"I'll be okay."
"Promise?"
"I Promise, Seaweed Brain"