When We Met

Chapter 13

Hello New York!

I opened my eyes, felt my body and realised I was not dead. No, I saw the sky, the beautiful blue sky with a few white clouds. A smile of happiness appeared on my face. But then I noticed the piece of our airplane what wasn't an airplane anymore, on my leg. I didn't feel the pain, but I saw the wound and the blood. I stared at it and realised it was worse then I thought. I tried to throw the piece away but it was too heavy, it didn't move. I screamed, the pain began to come.

It was like I was slowly waking up as I felt the pain coming up. The moment came: I could not hold it anymore. With all my energy I pushed and pushed, but I only hurted myself more and more.

But then, thank god, a random girl I had never seen before pushed the piece away and pulled me up. I hardly couldn't lean on that leg anymore.

" I'll bring you to the ambulance " she said. The girl seemed to be nice. She had brown hair, like me and brown eyes. She wore a normal blue T-shirt and black jeans... and Nikes...  She led me to the ambulance.

" But Martin? " she didn't hear me, or maybe she did and she just ignored me.

" You are really lucky, you could have been died and you only have a little wound " she explained while laying me on a brancard.

" And the rest of - ? " I tried to ask, but she didn't let me finish the question.

" We don't know, the crew is looking for people or... pieces of people " she said, giving me some water while other nurses were nursing my wound. It was really not so bad...

" Pieces? " I was chocked by that part of her sentence.

" Don't think about that " She smiled to calm me down, but I didn't.

" Ohh... " I looked down.

" My name is Victoria, I come from England but moved to New York with my brother, because he is a male nurse here, you can see him, over there " she pointed him.

" Ohh nice, I am Clara from Belgium.. " the people were ready with my wound. They putted bandage around it, disinfected it and they putted something like a brace around it.

" What did you do in that plane? " she asked, she looked intrested.

" I was flying.. me and a friend came to here " I didn't know how to explain.

We kept talking till Victoria's brother came back. He was followed by another nurse and Martin. He looked okay at the first sight, but when he came closer, he looked really bad, or was it just my imagination?

" Look, this is my brother " Victoria said. Her brother waved a little and started to nurse Martin.

" May I go to Martin? " I asked Victoria, I wanted to know what was wrong.

" Yeah, of course " she followed me and helped me with walking.

" Martin? ", I began and as he looked in my way he made a little smile, " what happened? " why did I ask that...

" I don't know " his voice seemed to be okay. His beautiful Dutch accent was still the same. If you would only hear his voice, you would say there was nothing wrong.

" How do you feel? " I was worried, I've never been worried as much as now.

" Good, it could've been worse " he smiled. I smiled back, I was surprised by his answer what made me happy for the rest of the day.

We were all still alive, we had nothing really bad. We didn't even need to go to a hospital. We were so damn lucky.

4 hours after this all happened, we were walking through New York, Martin helping me to walk. The city I dreamed of was better than I could ever think it would be. Nobody was still thinking of what happened earlier this day. We visited some places and ate at a very good restaurant.

When we were done with eating we stayed to drink something but I went to the toilet and bumped into someone. Again a girl. A blonde haired this time, with North Sea colored eyes. I immediatly apologized and as she turned around, I recognized her.

What was SHE doing HERE?

I could not believe my own eyes. I winked a few times, but no, it really was her.

" Emily? "

" Clara?! ", she smiled, " is it you? ".

" Yeah! " she made a sprint and hugged me as I would hug Martin if I would have met him at a random place.

" Woah, what are you doing here? " we were both really enthousiast and happy to see each other again.

" On vacation? You? "

" You didn't tell me? "

" I am sorry, I just knew before we left, it was so random, but what are you doing here? Tell me! " she made a little jump.

" I came here with Martin Garrix " her face got an expression like she could not believe me.

" WHAT? REALLY?! " she screamed for the whole restaurant.

" Yeah? Don't scream " I tried to point subtile.

" Holy fuck, it is him " she stared at him still as she could not believe me.

" No, it is the Easter Bunny " I laughed.

" Haha, stop it " she laughed to.

" Want to meet him? I will tell you my whole story later, okay? " I suggested.

" Perfect " she agreed.

Emily Heap is one of my best friends from secundary school. She is in the same class as me and she's as old as me. Emily and I had very good moments in our years together. She's really funny and helps me in bad times. I know I can trust her and she knows she can trust me. Nothing can stop our friendship.