Brooke's POV
I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly. Where was I. Beeps echoed all around me, and I glanced around at the room. White walls, white sheets, white everything. My eyes focused on figures sitting in the corner. Mom, dad, Chris. Chris was the first to notice me, and he jumped up and rushed over.
"Brooke, holy s**t, how are you?" he said, trying not to freak me out. My parents rushed to his side, my mom fighting back tears.
"Brooke, honey, I'm so glad you're awake." she sniffed. I couldn't utter a word.
"I'm going to get the nurse." my dad decided and he ran from the room. Chris stroked my hair, and I couldn't do anything but look up at his face. His lips was cracked and scabbed over, his eye puffy and red, and he sported a couple scratches down his face. His face was pulled from
