![]() ![]() She was a master at optimistic pessimism. When she came back with blankets and an angry face, she told us she was sending someone else in to help. ![]() "SHUT UP AND I'LL GET HER SOME BLANKETS!" Said the now angrier lady. "What do we do?!?!" Spencer also shouted, looking helpless. Well, I feel bad for whoever has to clean that. "Shut up, if she doesn't want to eat she's really sick!" Freddie shouted. "I can answer most of those questions," Freddie said, "But it looks like to me you're remembering some stuff." "Yeah, Fredbag, why wouldn't I? Where the hell am I?!?! Why did that lady have to take tubes out of my throat? Why is my head so fuzzy? Why are there Katy Perry songs stuck in my head? Oh hey Carls, when'd you get here?" (Not a typo.) "She should remember you soon. ![]() "It's okay," said a lady in a completely white outfit. Looks like you're going through a lot of different stages of the side effects." They're just for breathing."īreathing?!?!? Why would I need help breathing? Where the chiz am I?!?!Ī pretty brunette looked at me all concerned. I tried to take them out and some lady freaked. ![]() Wattpad's STILL being a jerk, which is why this isn't bold. Well, up until like, last year I would always mix up amnesia and anesthesia, (don't act like you never did) and this is how Sam deals with the anesthesia. ![]()
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