I gasp for air and open my eyes.
The room is white. White walls, white floors, white cabinets, everything was white.
I look around. My eyes focusing. I was in a hospital. But why.
That night comes running back to me.
"I love you Straub." She cooed.
I knew I was drunk and shouldn't be driving. But I had to take her somewhere. Somewhere where we could express that love.
Then I lost control. Trying not to hit another car, I swerved. Right into a tree.
Save Pickles was the only thing on my mind.
The flashback was over. I sigh. This was my fault. Pickles could be dead because of me. If I was alive and Pickles was dead I was going to lose it.
I lean over, wincing in pain and call in the nurse.
A minute later 3 nurses, and a doctor come running in.
"It's a miracle. He's alive. And so is she." A nurse mutters.
I sigh. Pickles is alive.
"Where is she?" I ask.
The doctor nods to the shortest nurse and she walks out. The tallest nurse starts messing with my IV and all the cords hooked up to me.
Pickles walks into the room.
She's still beautiful. A few scratches. Her arm was the worst. Broken. And it was my fault.
She must have been reading my mind. She came over and pressed her lips against mine.
"It's not your fault." She whispers.
I smile and then look at the doctor. "Did I go through surgery?" The doctor nods. "I'm O negative. Who gave me blood?"
The doctor exchanges a glance with the nurse who was surprised I was alive.
"Gwen." But it isn't the doctor or nurse who responds. It's Pickles.
"Well where is she?" I ask smiling. That girl had saved my life.
The doctor and nurses leave.
"She's in a room with Will. They had to draw so much blood. She's resting. Will on the other hand." Her eyes fall to the ground, tearing up.
"Pickles, I'll wait. You don't have to tell me now." I whisper.
"Him and Julio went at it in the waiting room. Julio knocked him out. He hasn't been awake since around 2 am." She cries.
If I hadn't been stupid no one else would be hurt. "Pickles. I need you to go call the others in."
She nods and walks out.
This is my fault.
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