When I gained full consciousness, I looked around and realized I was in the hospital, in what I thought was a pretty big-sized bed. I pulled the cord attached to my arm and got up. I noticed I was only wearing a hospital gown, but then realized that everything seemed strange. Disorienting. Why was I here? Where are my friends? I walked up to a scale, and saw that it said I was 4 foot 7.
“That… that can’t be right. That means I… no, people don’t… ” I tried not to use the s word, and I assumed it was just a bad dream.
Then two very tall doctors came into the room, a man and a woman.
“Hello Ms. Taylor.” The male doctor said “I’m Dr. Browning, and this is Dr. Colombo”
“Hi” the woman doctor said.
“What’s going on?! What am I doing in the hospital? And why am I a foot shorter?”
“Well to put it plain, you and your friends were found passed out at the scene of the comet crash.”
“Where are my friends?” I said in a panic. “Are they alright?! What’s happening?!”
“It’s ok” Dr. Colombo said “You and your friends are safe in this hospital. We noticed your height deteriorating 12 hours into your coma. It took 24 hours for you to lose a foot of height. Same with the rest of your friends.”
I was stunned. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually shrinking. My friends and I were all a foot smaller. When it would stop, I had no idea.
“We’ve called your parents.” Dr. Browning said “We have to do a few more tests, but they’re coming to pick you up”
Oh my God. My parents. What would they think of their baby girl getting shorter? And what about Jack? Would he be ok with my new height, and what happens if I get smaller? All of these thoughts rushing through my head and all I could say was “I want to see my friends.”
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