Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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JESS

Shadows flicker in and out, shapes shifting and blending into blurry images, echoing a mix of voices that I can't quite grasp but did sound familiar. My eyelids feel heavy and thick, almost as if they're coated with a dense fog, but I force them open, willing myself back to reali sharp light felt like a sharp stab and I contemplated just sleeping again, just for a little bit.

My head is throbbing with a dull, relentless beating, and there's a sharp, gnawing pain radiating from my arm that makes the very idea of movement feel impossible.

Why the hell does it feel like I was run over by a bus... maybe I was. I can remember this horrible dream... nightmare? Was it a nightmare...

Beeping sounds surround me-forcing me to stay awake. I needed someone to turn them off because each beep was the equivalent of a hammer hitting my head.

The sounds fill my head, intensifying the throbbing until I'm desperate to shut it out before it explodes. I tried to move but my body didn't listen. "Ugh..." I managed to croak some sort of noise.

Blurring shapes hover in front of me, and I blink a few times, willing my vision to sharpen. As it does, the first face I see is Josh's-his familiar features twisted with concern and the crease between his brows deep A strange comfort washes over 08:021

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me, just as he dives into me with a hug that feels both warm and suffocating.

the relief in his

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woke up. Give her space!" my father says, and I smile. My mom and dad are here... where is here, exactly? I

so worried when you didn't wake up." She breathed and more questions

forehead, before holding my hand, the one that's not strapped

nothing makes it past my

your throat for a few

sip of water?" I nodded my head, water sounded great, actually

me sit up slowly, propping me against what feels

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mountain of

how I ended up here? I remember everything, vividly. We were walking out of class on Friday and I was meeting Luara at my house be I raise my trembling hand to take

again, but I cough and

again, hoarse and raspy. "But why am I here? what happened?" I ask softly