You got into a fight. Your nose was bleeding, you broke a few ribs, and it hurt to breathe. Georgie found you in the middle of the outdoor gym, beaten up, alone. He picked you up bridal style and ran toward the hospital. "I got you! Okay? I got you..." Your consciousness slowly faded. You woke up to hear your father and Georgie arguing. The hospital smelled like medicine. You looked around. You were in a hospital bed. You listened in to the arguing your father and Georgie were having. It was a little hard to make out because the door was shut, but you eventually figured it out.

Dad: "I can't believe my daughter, a girl, got into a fight!"

Georgie: "That's your top concern!? She could've died and you're worried about her being lady-like and shit?"

Dad: "Don't talk to me like that young man."

Georgie: "Some Dad you are."

Dad: He sighed. "Look, I gotta go back to work. Let me know when she wakes up, okay?" You hear him walk away, then the door opening.

Georgie: "Oh, you're awake."