Emma did not know how to respond to these strange people surrounding her. She stood in a small doorway, two white coats standing confident behind her, suggesting Emma become familiar with these strange individuals. Foot steps echoed away as a white door slid shut with a soft click behind Emma, leaving her alone with four others she had no interest in associating with.
The strangeness of it all weighed heavily upon her. She felt no pain at all, which she would have expected after such a traumatic accident. She thought maybe it all somehow manifested itself inside of her, attacking feelings and hopes instead of bones and organs.
Emma had awoken in a bright white room, a thin sheet pulled up to her shoulders. Two white cloaked strangers stood before her: a blonde woman with a high ponytail and glasses, and a man with a sharp jaw line and slicked back light brown hair.
They were gentle; checking her vitals with a small machine they had wheeled in. Their gentleness seemed off to Emma when all she wanted to do was yell and ask about Logan, but she did not have the strength within her.
Helping Emma sit up, the two white coats began to coax her out of bed. Emma's feet slid out from under the thin white sheet and onto the soft white carpet below. She couldn't help but feel everything around here was too nice, too comforting and gentle. As she stood up, Emma noticed her reflection in a mirror that was mounted on the opposing wall. She hardly recognized herself, not that she had changed, but she looked perfectly healthy and it seemed unsettling. Her hair was shinier and cleaner than it had been the whole time she'd been away at college, and her skin seemed new. Lifting her left hand to touch her own face, Emma noticed something she knew to be quite wrong. In between her thumb and forefinger was a dark "5" tattooed onto her skin.
Emma knew this should bother her, awaking with a tattoo you don't remember getting was always a bad sign, but she found herself apathetic towards all of it as she let the two adults lead her out the door.
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Emma felt a little silly in the white sundress she found herself wearing, as everyone else seemed to be wearing red tones or dark charcoal colors. There was a girl in an oversized sweater sitting on a white couch that looked too stiff, and a boy, seeming a few years younger than the girl, sitting on the floor by her feet, sketching in a book as the girl seemed transfixed on a spot on the wall.
Another boy, with messy hair and dark green eyes, seemed to have taken notice of Emma, and acted as if he would move towards her. A kind of panic over took Emma, not knowing where she was or what had even really happened starting to overwhelm her, when a strange kind of symphony over took her. It sounded like a piano, but when Emma spotted the piano on the far side of the room no one was playing it. There was a boy sitting at the piano, his hair gelled up and to the side to keep from getting in his eyes, but his hands were folded onto his lap as the music played.
Perhaps the boy could tell Emma was listening. He glanced over at Emma, his dark eyes a bit big, as if he had been startled, and the music instantly stopped in the middle of a measure. Emma tilted her head a bit, curious as to what it was this boy was about, but he simply turned away from her, resting his head against his hand. Emma glanced at the others once more, hoping by some great miracle she had missed the face she wanted to see most, but Logan was not in that room, and she knew that.
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