Y/N POV:
I've been trying to call Dua, but she won't answer, we got into a fight earlier, and she left the house, I don't know where she's going, what she's doing, or how she is. I'm worried, and if she ends up doing anything bad, it's my fault.
Of course it is, I'm the one who pissed her off, and I made her leave the house. I anxiously tap my fingers on the counter, hoping she'll finally answer.
After 16 missed calls, I decided to give up. I'm worried, yet I can't do anything about it.
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"Why are you being such a bitch!" I say, "I literally try to give you everything I can, and you call me a bitch?!" She argues back, "Well, you need to stop going out with that asshole then, all you do is hang out with him, and you give me no fucking attention at all!" I say, referring to her friend, Alex.
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Now, here I am, my heart beating out of my chest, worried about her state.
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"Get out of my house, I can't see your face, I don't want to see your face." I say, taking a deep breath in, "B-but-" She tries to say something, but I cut her off. "No, you're leaving and that's final, I don't care where you're gonna go, just leave." I say, walking up the stairs to our room, and filling her suitcase with her clothes. She eventually follows, and I give her the suitcase. "Go, leave, do whatever you want, go with Alex. I fucking hate you." I say, not being aware of my words.
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I now regret my words, I just lay in bed, thinking about her. Everything was silent, no voice can be heard, not even gusts of wind.
The silence was soon broken by my phone ringing, it was an unknown number. I answer immediately.
???: Hello, is this y/n y/l/n?
You: Yeah, who's this?
???: This is a nurse from the hospital, I want you to go here as soon as possible, your friend? is in here, she got drunk and drove into a tree. The doctors say it's bad, but that's all I know.
You: What friend? What's her name?
Nurse: Her name is Dua, Dua Lipa.
You: Fuck! Why didn't you tell me?! She's my uhm girlfriend..
I hung up, fuck! This is all my fault, I may have killed her without knowing, what if she's dead! What if she dies! It's all my fault, her family's gonna hate me, everyone will hate me. Fucking hell, what have I done!
I ran downstairs, grabbed my car keys, then went straight to my car. I then drove out. My eyes filled with tears, I can barely see. I caused this, now I have to deal with the consequences.
I arrive at the hospital, I asked the nurse where Dua was, and she said she's in the ICU, fucks sake. "Can you please lead me, or at least tell me where the ICU is?" I ask, shaking. "Yeah, sure, come with me." She takes me to a door in the end of the hall. "I'll leave you two alone." She says, before I enter the room.
When I finally enter I see Dua, she was so pale, with tubes all over her body. She was barely alive, she breathing, but barely. Her hands were pale, her head was covered in bandages. I'm assuming she's in a coma.
I wait beside her bed, go on my phone, and hold her hand. That's all I did, hoping she would wake up.
I cry my heart out, I'm such a fuck up. I didn't have the courage to call her parents, but I need to let them know as soon as possible, I don't know how to tell them, I know they'll be mad at me. I know they'll blame me, and I'm taking that, cuz it is my fault.
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30 minutes of crying later, I finally had the courage to tell her parents.
