Just Hold Me (Sidney Crosby) EDITING THEN CONTINUING

Chapter 37 - I'm Sorry

I'd been by her side the whole time. Ever since the injection. She hasn't woken up yet. But it's only been an hour. She should wake up soon.

Someone walks in the room. I look up and see Flower with flowers. I turn my head back towards Hannah, my hand sweating because of my hour long hold.

"How is she?" He asks, setting the flower arrangment on a table behind me.

"She's fine..Wait how did you know we were here?" I ask, my confusion written sharply on my features.

Flower looks down sighing.

"Hello?" I ask, wanting an answer.

"Photos and videos on the news. Sports Center. Hannah seemed really tore up."

"It's on Sports Center?" I ask, my voice raising, anger rising in disbelief.

Dear God, I can't have a life unless it's digital or written.

He nods sadly. "Press is outside. Going crazy."

"I don't want her to wake up to that." I say, my head down.

"Wake up to what?"

I snap my head up to see Hannah's eyes glowing.

"Finally." I say, reaching up and kissing her nose.

"Haha, your face is cute." She says giggling as I sit back down.

I laugh, confused. "Um, haha, thank you?"

She turns her head away from me, smiling. Then her smile disappears.

"You ever wonder what purple tastes like?" She asks, dead serious.

"Hannah, you alright?" I ask, my smile getting smaller.

"Probably laughy gas for when she wakes up."

Hannah head rocks to the side, resting on her own shoulder. She looks up at Marc and says, "You're lips are big." She laughs small laughs to herself.

He laughs to himself. "Well, thank you."

She laughs again at him. "Maybe that's why your voice is funny."

"Best thing about this. She won't remember when it wears off." Flower says. "This is adorable. Should I record it?"

"Definitely." I say smiling. "We are so gonna use this against her."

In a matter of seconds, she speaks up again.

"Am I the only one that finds it weird that I can transfer data from my brain to someone else's by opening my mouth and pushing air with vibrations in their direction?" She asks, her eyebrows furrowed.

I fucking lost it.

Silently though.

My face heats up and I stomp the ground in amusement in my chair. I look down about to cry from what she's saying. We are so definitely gonna use this against her.

"How high are you?" Flower asks, trying not to snort, holding up his phone, still recording.

"5'2." She says.

I lost it.

Loudly this time.

She looks at me and laughs too, not aware of anything.

"What's your biggest fear Hannah?" I ask her.

She look over at me with a smile and then a blank face. "Season finales." Then cracks a big smile again.