Back Where We Started From

"Schish?"
"Nooo. Scheise."
"Scheise..."
"JA!" I yelled. I was giving Jorel German lessons.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Yes. And scheise means shit."
Next thing you know someone is screaming and sobbing on my shoulder.
"GEORGE. ACCIDENT. CAR. FLIP!" She sobbed.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Mhm,, that's nice hunny." I said, sighing.
"I'M SERIOUS!!" More wailing. Wah ha ha ha.
"Ich think she's serious." Jorel said.
"If you say so." I said, yawning.
"HOSPITAL. NOW." She said.
I groaned and got in my car.
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Drove to the hospital, trying to comfort a crying Kelsie while giving German lessons to Jorel.
"Nein."
"Nine?"
"No. It's not nine."
"No?"
"Exactly."
"What?"
"Is was."
"You're confusing me."
"Good."
He frowned at this.
WE pulled up.
"HE'S DEAD ISN;T HE!?" Kelsie yelled.
I slapped her -lightly, I promise- and said, "Shush it and get ahold of yourself, lovergirl!"
"Well what would you do is Jorel was in this situation?"
"If I was screaming? I'd ask you to knock me the hell out." I said, glaring at her.