Who: Natalie and Evan What: Visitation When: Tonight after the accident Where: Local hospital Rating: TBD
Quite frankly, Natalie was ready to get of the hospital. She hated hospitals. They smelled too clean, like sick people afraid of getting sicker. The stupid gowns they made people wear weren't exactly awesome, either. She had some pretty intense bruises, most notably the one from her seat belt, and a few cuts, only one of which required stitches, but as far as she was concerned shock was the only thing she really had to be concerned about, and now that she'd been sitting around for a while, she wasn't worried about that, either.
Natalie still wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but she remembered hydroplaning and someone else's headlights. She sighed. Nothing like raised insurance rates and using up her health insurance money on unnecessary hospital bills.
She was getting antsy as she waited for the doctor to return so she could get discharged. The TV was on, but she wasn't watching it as a strong-jawed woman spouted the local news. Her car accident might be on there, she was amused to realize. Her shining moment of celebrity. Fan-freaing-tastic.