SMASH! Is the last thing I hear before my eyes close.

What feels like a moment later, I wake up in a bed, with a slight beeping noise behind me. I turn my head to the left, a heart monitor. Then to the right, a table with some get well cards. Then I look at the end of the bed. I see someone. They’re crying. 

No it can’t be! I think. I’m in a . . .HOSPITAL! 

Instantly I sit up – looking back I remember how it all happened.

The jar fell off the shelf and smashed onto my head. 

Hard. 

Nothing.