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Amelia Bartley, the perfect student, math prodigy and everyone's wanna-bee.
Her life was simple yet challenging. Making sure that every day is better, keeping her grades up and maintaining a social life.
But after he became her math pro...
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We sat in the hospital, waiting for the doctor to come out of my dad's room. My mother stayed inside as the doctor checked my father's condition. I sat across from Nate, who surprisingly joined after he said he had nothing to do and wanted to meet my parents. Not as my boyfriend but as my brother's good friend.
Luke sat right next to me, his hand in mine, squeezing away the nerves building up. I glanced at Nate after almost five minutes of staring at the ground and met his eyes.
Had he been staring at me this long? I don't know. And I didn't find it in me to care.
He sat there with his hands crossed over his chest and his legs spread apart slightly. He still wore his glasses and I couldn't help but admire him.
"Do you need anything?" He mouthed to me and I smiled at him before I shook my head slightly. His phone began to ring the moment the door opened and the doctor came out with my very worried mother. Nate glanced in the door's direction and stood up before looking over at me. "I'll be right back." I gave him a nod before Luke got to his feet with my hand still in his. "Yes, Nico?" I followed Nate's back as he walked away towards the very end of the hall before returning my eyes to the doctor, who was still writing something in his folder.
"Well?" My brother asked, already getting impatient. He gripped my hand harder. My mother walked out of the doctor's shadows as she whipped her eyes with a small tissue and reached my side. I gave her a hug but did not expect her to start sobbing into the crook of my neck.
My mother was a few inches shorter than me. I could definitely say I looked like a true daughter of hers. My facial features looked very similar to hers apart from my eyes and my mouth which were my father's. My mom and I also shared a similar hair colour except her hair was naturally on the curlier side, while mine was straight as a piece of paper.
"Hey, mom," my brother released my hand and wrapped the arm around the both of us.
"Are you two his kids?" We nodded in unison as my mom looked up at the doctor. "Will is not getting better and I'm afraid it's getting far worse." My heart froze. "He's still in a coma and I really don't see a good chance for him to wake up." The situation made me shocked, made me want to scream and shout until I felt even slightly relieved. Tears began streaming down my face as reality kicked in.
My father was dead.
"Is there..." I took in a deep breath. "Is there anything we could do?" He looked up at me from his papers and looked me up and down. I frowned at the action. The doctor looked down at his papers before he answered.
"I'm afraid not. I do know a doctor in Switzerland who does surgeries on hearts like your father's and the number of people that have undergone the procedure, have left the place with very promising results. Some even live without any complications." My mother tightened her arms around me.
"Some?"
"Many get to live but they're unable to do most things like walking or enjoying life." I frowned.
