Natalia:
I walk into study hall, and grin at Chris and Andy; but where was Jordan? He was definitely here this morning, but now suddenly gone. It was very worrying to me; so I request to go find my missing binder. This, of course, was just a ploy so I could find Jordan. I rush to find where he was; each passing second making me more and more nervous. Finally, I rush to the poetry room, and he’s passed out on the ground. My eyes go wide, I call 999; telling them what I saw, and that we needed help urgently. Once the paramedics burst in, I become over myself with grief. They take him into the ambulance, allowing me to come along so I can call his parents to tell them where he is. The man keeps putting a blanket on my shoulders, saying it will be alright. I’m choking back my tears; the one person that made me happy was now on the way to a hospital. Was this my fault? We came to a halt; and the two men opened the back doors, rushing Jordan’s stretcher into the A&E Center. I run to keep up with them, getting stopped when we reach a set of double doors.
“I’m sorry, miss, we have to do a lot of tests on him. As soon as we can let you see him; I will let you know.” A nurse remarks. I just stand there in shock, walking to an open seat after thirty seconds. I sit quietly, millions of thoughts rushing through my head for the seventeen hours I wait before I fall asleep. I open my eyes, sitting up quickly; immediately walking to the nearest nurse.
“Excuse me, what room is Jordan Wood in?” I request.
“Ward K, room 17.” The blonde nurse responds without looking away from her paperwork.
“Thank you.” I retort, as I sprint toward ward K. I get to his room, walk in; and sit on the chair next to his bed. I begin holding his hand, he’s unconscious still. After this, every day began and ended the same. I asked the doctor if he was doing better, and if there was anything I could do. He stays unconscious for the next week and a half, luckily not getting any worse. His eyes open, and he looks in my direction. After a moment, I remove my hand from his.
“Hey, I’m glad you’re okay.” I beam.
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Surrounded by Darkness, yet Enfolded in Light
General FictionIt alternates POV between an extremely depressed boy, and a happy go-lucky girl who wants the best for him. As the story goes on, things may not be as they seem.
