"Do you have any allergic reactions or unusual traits involving the reactment to certain medicines?" "No." "Are you pregnant and/or have STDS, HIV, AIDS, etc.?" "No." "Are there any certain medications you cannot take?" "Not that I know of." "Okay. By signing here, you are confirming and verifying that all the following information is correct, and if medications alter in their purpose, it is not the responsibility of the hospital, nor the particular doctor and/or nurses for the patient indicated for not having filled in the correct spaces for the appropriate medications concering unknown health problems and/or reasons." "Uh...ok?" I signed it. Barely moving. Or even thinking. I was unaware how long I was in the hospital bed, but I slept the entire time. I awoke to the faint smell of medicine and absence. The walls were gray, and coveted with nothing in decor. Beside me were several different medications being pumped into my arm. The other side, hung the curtain. Closed. I pulled it open and gasped immediatly at who I saw. There was a girl, possibly not even the mere age of 17. I have never seen her in my life. She had bits of glass fitted into her skin and her legs seemed to be wrapped and immovable. She scared the shit out of me, personally. Not because her face and body was covered in dried blood, not because she looked paralyzed, and not because she looked extremly injured to be human. But because this girl was looking directly at me too. I was scared because I was looking in a mirror.