Not Dead

Although for a minute there...

I'm not dead. Bec, however, is hanging by a thread. I wish I were kidding. And it's my fault. Vaguely. Really it's the fault of the stupid security guard that we're in this stinking hospital. Rebecca, Lars, and me. Madi escaped unscathed, as did the Cousin, who was across the street with the video-recorder.

Thank goodness for the video. Mom says it's the reason we weren't even fined. And considering the extent of bodily damage they even forgave us for not getting a "film" permit - or whatever.

Hold on. Vitals. Will publish this so you stop worrying and fill you in later.

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