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.

cries, the relief in his

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

forward, her face softened by relief as she leans down to kiss my cheek. "Honey. You're awake. Thank goodness. We were so worried when you didn't wake up." She breathed and more questions flooded my mind. Why wouldn't I wake up? "Mom?" I attempt to speak, but it comes out as nothing more than a ragged

forehead, before holding my hand, the one

say something-anything that would assure them I'm fine. But nothing makes it past my lips. My throat feels like sandpaper,

had a tube in your throat for a few days and

water sounded great, actually

helps me sit up slowly, propping me

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of pillows.

faint hint of flowers. What the hell can't I remember how I ended up here? I remember everything, vividly. We were walking out of class on Friday and I was meeting Luara

and

raspy. "But why