I'm really getting tired of my repetitive life.
One day I'm happy, then sad, then happy, and on and on and on.
Right now I happy, but how long will it last?
Don't think about it
Ok, officially not thinking about my stupid roller coaster life.
Right when I finished thinking that, the nurse walked into the room.
"There's a visitor here. His name is Asher, should I let him in?" She asks.
"Yes please." I say politely back.
I'm here all the time, might as well have a good relationship with the nurses.
Asher walks into the room, and the nurse shuts the door and walks away.
"I've missed you so much." He says.
"I've missed you too, Asher. I really have." I say back.
He smiled and took the seat next to me.
"So how is he?" Asher asks.
"Good, I guess. He's stable, but no signs that he's waking up anytime soon." I say, without emotion.
I should probably try to work on not using a monotone voice so much.
"When's the last time you went home?" He asks.
When is the last time I went home?
I remember that the doctor told me that I should probably go home a little while ago.
"Three days, I think." I reply.
"Dude, go home. Shower. Pack a bag with some fresh clothes. Cause honestly, you smell bad." Asher said, joking about the smelling part.
"I don't want to leave. What if something happens while I'm gone? What if he dies, and I'm not even here?!" I say.
At least I didn't use my monotone voice.
"Look, if you want me to stay here and send you updates every 5 seconds, I will. But seriously Molly, you need to shower. This isn't good for your health." Asher says.
"Besides, I don't have a ride. Aunt Kara is still bandaged from head to toe with her broken bones and I don't drive." I say, hoping that he will just give it up and get used to my stench.
"I'll drive you."
"But then you can't stay here."
"Molly. I'm going to take you home, and you're going to get cleaned up. Okay?" Asher says.
I can tell that he's serious about me needing a shower.
He's right though.
Going this long without one is bad for my health.
"Fine." I say, eventually giving in.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I was stiff the entire car ride, still hating everything and anything that has to do with cars.
Asher lightened the mood a little.
I have to say, despite the circumstances, it was the funnest car ride I've had since 3 years ago.
Wow.
It happened 3 years ago.
My parents died in a car accident three years ago.
Three whole years, and now Joseph may be joining them.
All three of my family members killed because of cars.
Well, Joseph is still with us right now, although he's in a coma.
I can't say my hopes are high.
Before I know it, we are parked in front of my house.
"I'm gonna wait in the car, hurry up." Asher says.
"Go back to the hospital." I say sternly.
"No, just hurry." Asher says.
"Nope. Go. Shoo." I say.
Asher rolled his eyes, but pulled out of the driveway.
Good.
I rush into the house and shower, hurrying through everything.
I need to get back to Joseph.
Oh, and Aunt Kara.
Finally, I finish up and call Asher.
He picks up on the second ring.
"Hey I'm done," I spit out.
"Ok, be right there," He says.
In less than a minute, he pulls up in front of my house.
I get into the car and give him a skeptical look.
"You didn't really go to the hospital, did you?" I ask.
"Nope, and besides, they wouldn't have let me in to Joseph anyway. Family only." He says.
"Whatever." I mumble, slightly embarrassed that I didn't consider that.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It's been a few days now, and Asher and I have grown closer than ever.
Right now, we are at a frozen yogurt shop.
I've been leaving the hospital a little more now, and spending more time with Asher.
I like him.
A lot.
After we finish our frozen yogurt, he drives me back to the hospital.
Before I get out of the car, he kisses me.
I was totally okay with that.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
