Age Of Innocence (AOI) [Sequel To IR]

Chapter 24 } Complicated

Hello you wonderfully gorgeous people. First off I want to say thank you so so much for 800 reads that's rad as hell. And secondly I want to explain my changes. As you may have been able to tell I changed where I had the chapters, and put Part1: I have decided after many days on contemplation that I wanted to make this story into parts, so yeah. Part 2 is not very far away :D. I love you guys, thanks for reading and voting it means the world to me. Peace out.
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Part 1:
Ala's POV
They aloud me to stay with Matthew because they knew he would be very obstinate in this situation and they believed I would be the only one able to control him, so hey, what's really different. He was currently sleeping, his head resting on my chest while I stroked my fingers through his strands of hair. His snores were quiet but still loud enough for me to hear. A normal day they would get annoying. But it's a constant reminder he's still here with me, and he's not gone. So I love to hear him let out a snore here and there, and if I'm being completely honest it's kind of adorable. The way he sleeps is kind of adorable. He's like a baby, all curled up into a ball, twitching lightly sometimes. But I continue stroking my fingers through his hair as I think of the possible outcomes the accident could've had. I could've been hurt worse. I could've been killed. Matthew could've been killed, a day before his seventeenth birthday. And then a light bulb came on in my head. Tomorrow was his birthday, and he'll be forced to spend it in the hospital? No way in hell was I letting that happen. If I was a decent girlfriend at all I would find someway to get him out at least for one day.
I slowly slid from the bed replacing my body with a pillow. I made my way out of the room and through many hallways.
"Ala?" I turned to the sound.
"Dr.Martin thank god." I said coming closer to him.
"Ala what are you doing its practically two a.m. Are you okay, is Matthew okay?" He questioned stepping closer to me, he was quite handsome. Think of Gilinsky but older.
"Yeah were fine. But I was wondering... Is there anyway you can let Matthew go? Just for tomorrow I promise I will make him come back. You see tomorrow is Matthew's seventeenth birthday. And he already doesn't want to be here, just please youv'e got to understand. Youv'e been seventeen before." I pleaded.
"Ala I wish I could but with his head and-."
"Oh come on Dr.Party Pooper, just give him one day what could go wrong?" The young nurse cut in. Well in our relationship, a lot could go wrong, but I wasn't gonna bring that up. He let out a sigh.
"We will run some tests tomorrow, if he's well enough we will let him go just for the day. But you have to understand Ala his head is at a very delicate state, one hit and it could just do it." I smiled.
"Thank you, I will keep him safe." I assured and went back to the room. I opened the door and Matthew was sitting up with a worried, angry and sad face all vivid on his face.
"Ala. I thought you left me." He looked down. I had realized how sensative he is right now. And everything in his brain is all mixed up. His thoughts, his emotions, his actions, his feelings, they aren't really in a normal state.
"Never." I replied simply. He smiled, but then looked down at the tile with a blank face. "Matthew what are you looking at?" I asked. He didnt answer he just kept staring at the white tile under my cold feet. "Matthew? You're scaring me. What're you looking at?" I asked again.
"The grass." He answered still staring at the tile not once had he blinked.
"What grass?" There was no grass, like I stated before, it was just white tile.
"Dont you see it? Its under your feet?" He looked at me like I was crazy. I was not the crazy one here. "Ala why are you wearing that?" He asked.
"Wearing what?" I was hopeful this wouldn't be another crazy moment.
"Your prom dress." I looked down, I was wearing the hospital gown I was required to wear.
"Matthew are you okay?" I asked him scared and walked a little closer.
"I'm fine, but your not." He said. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. What could it be this time? "I mean your the one wearing your prom dress and standing in grass. I think you got hurt more than the doctors thought." He said.
"M-Maybe your right Matthew I'll go ask the doctor." I said confused, slowly exiting the room. I wasn't going to ask about me. I was going to ask about him. He was going nuts. Utterly and absolutely nuts.
"Dr.Martin." I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and our eyes met.
"Yes Ala?" He said.
"I think Matthew's going insane, please you've got to come talk to him. He said the tile was grass and thought I was wearing my prom dress. Somethings wrong with his head, please help him." I pleaded. He just laughed. "Why on earth are you laughing this isn't funny."
"Ala I don't think you realize how many drugs Matthew is on at he moment. I would be surprised if he wasn't acting insane."
"Well why would you put him on that many drugs. Isn't that a little excessive."
"Were trying to dim the pain down. If he wasn't on that many drugs he would be constantly screaming for mercy just by the pain in his head. You don't realize the pain that comes with a skull damage Ala.".
"Oh. So he's okay? Just really drugged?"
"Yes Ala he's okay. Now go get some sleep." He laughed. I nodded and made my way back to the room. I was at the door when Diana, the nice nurse, stopped me.
"Oh Ala darling. Is there anyone you would like me to contact about the accident?" I nodded. "Alright write some names down and I will call each and everyone of them on your behalf."
"Thank you." I hugged her. She squeezed me back tightly.
"Of course." She said handing me a notepad and a pen. I took it. "Just leave it on the table and I will come by in about twenty minutes to pick it up." She instructed. I nodded and entered the room Matthew was once again fast asleep. I slowly climbed back into the bed and started scribbling down names.
' Carter Reynolds
Cloe Dausonn
Rafael Espinosa'
I finished with three. I only put Carter because I figured he would tell Nash and Cameron anyway so what's the point of having her call all of them, and I knew Matthew's dad would tell his mom, and my mom would tell whoever. I put the paper on the table and closed my eyes. When did life get this complicated?