thirteen :: mgc

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I felt like crying, but I had no energy to cry. I just sat there, looking at her and wishing that it could of been me instead of her. I just wanted this to all be over with - not her life, but this situation.

I didn't know what to do with my hands. Usually, I would hold hers, but, as of now, I'm too terrified to do anything of the sort.

This wasn't me. I never got scarred, but seeing her like this was scary, to say the least of it.

I needed someone to talk to, someone to pour all of my thoughts to, but I had nobody ( besides the boys ).
• • •
Alone.

Alone was one word that could describe how I felt right now, and even that was an understatement.

I just felt sad, really, really sad. Really, really sad, and really, really angry.

That pretty much speaks for itself, no need to elaborate.
• • •
|Teagan's pov|

All I wanted was for Michael to be by my side, even though we got in that stupid fight, I still wanted him here.

I knew he was probably mad at me, but still. I felt like I pushed him away.

I just wanted him to come back, and give me a little bit of hope right now because I was honestly feeling like I was dying.

I knew I was practically dying, but if I was going to die, I would want him with me.
• • •
( Back to Michael's pov )
I got in the car and slammed the door as I got inside. I wasn't mad but I wasn't happy either, I just wanted a getaway.

I did the same routine that I always do and drove myself to the hospital again. This time, I didn't even bother going to the front desk, I just walked straight down the long, cold hallways and to where I had been for a majority of my week.

I put on the scrubs, the usual, and then went into the room for about the millionth time since the first trip here.

This time she didn't have the breathing mask on, but she still had all of the extra tubes hooked up to her.

She wasn't awake, but this time she didn't look still like she usually does, and that was progress.

I sat down where I usually do, but I still didn't want to hold her hand because she still looked fragile to me.

I looked at her for awhile, taking in her appearance before I heard the door open and I deep voice ask:

"Michael?"

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