Forks' New Girl

The searing pain ripped you from sleep. It felt like fire spreading across your back, and you screamed, tears streaming down your face as another wave of agony hit. Your father burst into the room, baseball bat in hand, panic in his eyes until he saw it was just you, writhing on the bed.
“My—AH! My back!” you managed to grit out between screams.
He yelled for your mother to get the car, and despite the agony, you nodded when he asked if you could walk, not wanting him to touch the burning skin. The journey to the car felt like miles, each step a struggle, until a sudden, brutal wave of pain sent you collapsing, your father catching you just before you hit the floor. His arm pressed against your back, and you screamed into his chest, clutching his shirt until the wave passed. "Come on, Johanna. We gotta get you to the hospital," he urged, helping you up for the final steps to the car.
