Chapter 21

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Jackson POV- (as you probably guessed😘)

"I miss you." I started out.

"Today, it's gonna be a selfish day, and it will mostly consist of me."

"I miss you. Your hair, your smile, your face, your smell, you. I miss you. I miss the way you put your hands on your hips when your mad. I miss the way you scrunch up your nose when your thinking. I miss the way your cheeks get red every time I touch you. I miss the way you play with your hair when your nervous. I miss the way you blow out a huge breath when your bored. I miss the way you didn't give a shit about what people thought of you. I miss the way you make silly faces when it's to quiet. I miss your rebelliousness. I miss your cute expressions. I miss your sass. I miss your back talk. I miss the way that you found Chase cute but wanted to set him up with Amy. I miss the way you put your friends before yourself. I miss the way you always made a big deal about things that included your friends. I miss the way you walk. I miss the way you talk. I miss the way you flip your hair. I miss the way you love everyone. Except for the people you call, 'Insufferable.'"

"I miss you Amy. If only you could hear me say that, if only you could be hear and hold my hand, and listen and slap me and be mad at me for being such an idiot. Scream at me and threaten me in your own cute way. Yell at me and get angry. Not sit hear lifeless and frail. Just be hear, just want you with me, I just need you to-"

"If you say that damn speech one more time, I will skin you alive and throw you in a tub of alcohol, then slice your throat in the most inhuman way possible." She croaked out. Her voice is was dry and raspy, and she her lips were cracked and dry.

"Water?" I said quietly, still in shock. She nodded and I walked out with wobbly legs and shaky hands.

She's awake. She's awake. She's awake.

I grabbed a cup and shakily filled it up with water. I slowly walked back to her room and handed her the water, she stared at me wig an amused expression and took the water gratefully downing it in one gulp.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." She said.

"I have." I said quietly.

"Not entirely." She said, grabbing a water bottle that appeared from nowhere. She drank it all and took out a second. She's a magician.

"How long have I been here?" She asked.

"Five months."

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, "No No No No. No way have I been here five months."

I nodded, she relaxed and looked at me, she eyed me up and down wearily and shook her head, "Your an asshole. And I'm still mad at you. But I want you to go out right now, buy two big whoppers from McDonalds come back here, and let me watch you eat them."

I got up and walked outside and got a doctor to go to her room, I called Casey,

I rang three times.

"Jackson? What's wrong?" She asked urgently.

"Get the gang and come to the hospital."

"WHAT HAPPENED!! IS SHE-SHE-SHE-" I hung up before she could finish.

I sped as fast as j could to McDonalds and orders exactly what she wanted me to and drive as fast as I could back to the hospital.

No one else was in her room, but she looked considerably better and had color to her cheeks and Chapstick all over her lips.

She nodded eagerly as I pulled one whopper out of the bag and took a big out of it. She frowned, "What?" I said with a mouthful.

"Bigger bites Denivior." She told me.

I nodded, knowing I haven't eaten in about a week and a half. I took bigger bites and quickly finished off both burgers.

By the time I was done, no one was hear and I was getting worried. I stepped outside and called Amy's Dad, "Tyler?" I said.

"Yes?" He asked, his voice raspy.

"She's awake." I hung up the phone and called Chase.

"Dude, what the hell, Casey has been crying for the past half an hour."

I rolled my eyes, "She thinks Amy died, she's awake, come on."

"Really?!?"

"Yes. Call everyone else and come down here." I said before hanging up.

I went back to her room and sat down next to her and she looked at me with curiosity in her eyes.

I kissed her forehead and leaned back.

"Family reunion." I said simply.

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