Lover -ElixDemtri-

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Eli

   My vision was somewhat foggy as I woke up in a white room. I heard beeping around me before some things started to click with me.
I was in the hospital.
I rubbed my eyes and looked around, my left arm was in a sling. I whined to myself as everything was sore and hurting.

"Hey Eli," my mom walked over to the bed.

"Hey momma," I nodded running my hand through my hair that wasn't in a Mohawk but rather in a tangled mess of red hair.

"How are you feeling," she held her hand against my forehead to check for a temperature.

"Mom I'm fine," I sighed, "Where's Demetri?"

"Oh, honey..." her voice dropped.

"Oh my god Eli," Miguel and Sam came in running to my bed.

"Hey guys," I smiled weakly.

"Are you okay?" Miguel asked.

"I think, where's Demetri?" I said sitting up a little bit more.

"Oh," Sam frowned looking at Miguel.

"He's uh still in surgery," Miguel frowned looking down.

"Oh my god..." I whispered to myself as I could feel the pressure in my chest. My anxiety starting to heighten for the first time in a long time.

"Eli lay back down." My mom came over propping my bed up and I leaned back.

"This is my fault," I sniffed.

"No it's not," Miguel frowned.

"How could it not be!?" I sniffed trying to rub the tears from my eyes.

"Eli relax okay it's not your fault," my mom sighed hugging me gently. I cried into her shoulder, I couldn't believe this at all.
She pulled away as a doctor came in.

"Eli Moskowitz?" He questioned.

"Uhm yeah," I sighed rubbing my eyes.

"You're lucky," he flipped through the papers.

"Oh...uh, thanks?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"So we have an oblique broken arm. Which just means it was broken towards an angle. Two broken ribs and just pretty much bruised." He explained. I nodded and twirled the bedsheets around in my finger.

"What about the driver...Demetri?" I looked at him.

"He's in surgery no word yet on how he is," he frowned, "Well as long as your mom signs these papers you're cleared to go home with a lot of rest. Lots of icing your ribs." He nodded.
My mom took the clipboard signing the papers and reading over the kind of treatments.
He took the papers and left, my mom pulled some clothes out of her purse.
"I brought you a t-shirt and some joggers, they had to cut up the clothes you had on when you were brought here." She explained hanging me the clothes. "Okay uh can you guys wait for me in the hall I'll be out in a second?" I asked looking at my mom, Miguel, and Sam. They nodded and left, I grabbed the shirt and slid it on carefully feeling the bruising all over my body. I was carefully putting the joggers on to not to fall. I carefully slid my shoes back on and walked into the hall.
God, I wasn't even concerned about myself but rather just how Demetri was doing.