Did I just die? I open my eyes. Nope, still in the parking lot. Laying down now though. Truck still beside me, however, the driver is cussing up a storm. Something about denting his bumper. Jess, Fawks, and..yeah him, are all bent over me asking those same questions like "How many fingers?" and "What day is it?". They need to just back up. Between the stress, the pain in my arm, and my claustrophobia, this is just too much to handle. "I'm good guys" but Fawks shakes her head "No, you're going to the hospital, the ambulance is on it's way" "No" I say, "We aren't going to miss Avenged Sevenfold opening the concert because of me. I'm fine" "If you insists.." says Fawks softly, obviously shocked by my mild outburst.
I'm gonna need to update this one guys but my computer is about to die so I'm gonna save here.