Alice's P.O.V.:
"Please...don' leave.", Michael said to me with tears rolling down his eyes.
So I stayed.
I walk back to the chair next to his bed. He let go, slowly, of my hand to wipe the tears that were falling from his eyes. Seeing him like this...just made me wanna cry. He was in pain. But not only physical pain. I can see he has been struggling with personal stuff. I would know.
He chuckled a bit. "I'm sorry.", he said looking up to me after he managed to calm himself.
"Why?", I asked looking at him. He had red puffy eyes. God, I just want to hug him.
"This. Crying. It's pathetic.", he said looking down at his hands.
"No, it's not. It's okay to cry.", I told him.
He looked up at me and cracked a smile. It amuses me how someone who's in so much pain still manages to crack a smile.
I would like to know what he feels. What he thinks about. What he thinks about me. Why he stayed with me while I was the one in a hospital bed. Why does he wants to talk to me. At least, that's what I think. I think he wants to talk to me. It's almost like...like he cares...about me. But no. Now, that's pathetic. Why would he care about me? "You're being stupid, Alice.", I, mentally, told myself.
"What are you thinking about?", I heard him asked me. I looked up to him to see his eyes glued to me.
"I-I...", I stuttered. I was, basically, thinking about him and I couldn't tell him that. That would be weird. "No-nothing.", I said, looking down again. "What about you?".
"What about me?", he said confused.
"What are you thinking about?", I asked him.
He frowned. "About how stupid I am.", he said.
"Michael, you are not stupid.", I said leaning closer towards his bed. He looked at me.
"Yes, I am.", he said, his eyes filling up with tears once again. "I'm a murderer. A murdered, Alice! I killed someone because of my irresponsibility! I knew I shouldn't have drove! I was too tired and I didn't had full control over my car. I knew something would happen. But I still drove and now someone is dead because of me!", he said, crying.
I was shocked. I didn't know someone had died in the accident. Nevertheless, I cannot let him blame himself for this. It was not his fault. It was an accident and he was not to blame.
"It wasn't your fault, Michael. You can't blame yourself for this.", I said leaning even closer, if that was even possible, towards him. He was crying in his hands.
"Yes, it is. That girl died because of me. I crashed against her.", he said.
"Do you know how old that girl was?".
"What?", he asked, looking at me. His eyes puffy and red.
"Do you know how old that girl was?", I couldn't think of any other way to make him feel better, so I was preparing to lie. Even though I know lying is bad and I didn't wanted to lie to him, I couldn't think of any other way of making him realize that it was not his fault.
"N-no.", he said, frowning a bit.
"She was 23. She was hanging out with her friends and they were drunk. They were previously in a party and they were wasted. The girl who died, was walking in the middle of the street. She should have been walking in the sidewalk. It's her fault. She was reckless. Not you.", I lied. I had no idea how old the girl was. I had no idea if she was even old enough to drink or not. Hell, I didn't know if she was with friends or not. But I did know this. I couldn't let Michael blame himself. He is too good to carry this burden on his shoulders.
"Wh-Are you sure?", he asked me. "How do you know?", I could see him starting to calm himself down a bit.
"Yes, I'm sure. Before we came in, Dr. Irwin and I talked to your doctor. He told us what happened.", I lied once again. Please, Michael. Stop asking questions so I can stop lying to you.
"H-how did he know?", he asked, confused. God, Michael. I, mentally, told you to quit asking questions.
"Witnesses. Her friends.", I lied again. At least, my lies were logical.
"Bu-", he started to say something but I cut him off.
"I have to go to the bathroom.", I said standing up and walking out of his room. That was not a lie. I do have to go to the bathroom.
Michael's P.O.V.:
Alice was gone before I could answer.
Is that really what happened? If it wasn't, why would she lie to me? I don't think she would. With what she told me I felt a little better. I still felt it was partly my fault but I didn't felt like it was all my fault. The girl shouldn't have been walking in the middle of the street. Everyone knows that dangerous.
Ashton came into my room.
"Hi.", I said.
"Hey, Mike. How are you feeling?", he asked me.
"Better.", I simply said.
"Yeah, I bet.", he said, chuckling a bit and sitting down on the chair next to my bed.
I frowned with a smirk. "What do ya' mean?", I asked.
"You and Alice? You spoke for a while. It's the longest she's talk to a male since she's in Roller Ranger, besides the other volunteers.", he told me smirking.
"So?", I asked.
"Oh, nothing...lover-boy.", he said chuckling. I laughed. "Hey, maybe you could help.", he told me.
"With what?".
"With her. She's giving me and Mali-Koa a hard time when it comes to talk to us. And now...even more.", he said, serious.
"I thought you were, already, in good terms with her.", I said.
"We were...but not anymore. The thing is...maybe you could talk to her for us. We could tell you what we want to know about her and you could ask her for us.", he said looking at me.
I thought about it. Yes, I could help. And I think that, in a way, a would be helping her as well... Why not?
"Okay.", I said looking at him. "I'll do it.".
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