Serious bike wreck🚑🏥

Date: 10/7/2017

I’m a part of a creative writing club at my school. After a pleasant meeting, one of the club leaders, J, takes me, A, and JS on a motorcycle ride through the city. I forget what our destination was but J starts driving dangerously. The last thing I see before blacking out is the side of a building coming at us fast; we’re drifting towards it sideways. All I can think is “oh shit.” I wake up in an odd room with a doctor looking over me. He tells me that I’m on a lot of pain medication. I can move my body but I don’t feel any discomfort. Still, I’m groggy and my voice sounds hoarse. I told him that I’m probably only still alive because I was wearing a helmet. He agrees, then tells me I’m not supposed to be up and a nurse comes over and I guess cloroforms me, even though I’m protesting (it’s a paper towel with smelly chemicals on it that she puts over my face). I think they were about to operate. I keep waking up and blacking out. I think about my real-world responsibilities that I’m missing, but calm myself down because I realize that because I was in a serious bike crash they’ll probably give me some leniency on finishing my work. I learn that J died in the crash via Facebook, though A and JS were alive. It really messed me up. I knew this girl, remembered her face and her voice, and suddenly she was just gone? Worse, some people on Facebook (I think a social justice club?) are badmouthing our club and J. I see of all of us on my school’s news web site and fall back asleep. Finally I wake up in a hospital bed and my parents are there. My dad touches my leg and it hurts like a motherfucker. I ask if my brother is here and then laugh at the fact that I wondered whether he would come. I think after that I recovered, or the dream switched, because I remember hanging out with my parents and going to a lame new ride at Disneyland with them.