See You Soon

Stuck

Shailene's POV
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Ever since my coughing fit, I couldn't move. My body is cold and stiff. My hands are frozen and numb. Although I couldn't move, I could still hear. I could still hear my heart monitor go off. I could still hear Ansel's cries from beyond the room. Ansel, my sweet Ansel. I wanted nothing more than to get up and tell Ansel I love him, but I guess there's no such thing as a happy ending right? The last I hear is his feet smacking against the hallway floor, and the ding of the elevator doors.

"Okay, let's move her down to the morgue.", a stern voice says. It sounded like a young man, an intern maybe. A strange feeling comes over my body, could it be? Am I able to move again? No, because I here the sound of by body plop onto a metal table."Woah there Martinez, be gentle with the body.", another voice replies. This voice is deeper, and raspier. A grown man perhaps. "Sorry, she's just really heavy Mr.Fowen.", the boy replies. I begin to hear crackles from my feet coming up and passing my head. A blanket was laid on top of me. Oh God. They really do think I'm dead. "NO NO NO PLEASE IM ALIVE IM ALIVE STOP!!!", I yell. But it's all just in my head. They pull me down the elevator. The same elevator Ansel left in. Where could he be? Did he go home? Did he call up some other cute girl for comfort? Scenarios like these hover over my thoughts, as the men make click clacking noises with what sounds like medical tools. Oh no. They're gonna preform an autopsy aren't they. Those noises were the sounds of knives. knives to cut me open with. This has been too much for one day. No. No. No. I will push through. I will get up. I will find Ansel. I will tell him the truth.
I begin to attempt to move my pinky. Slowly, and it takes a lot of effort, but I can feel it moving. I try my next finger, until I hear the man say "Martinez, I'm gonna need you to remove the patients gown for the autopsy." "Yes sir Mr.Fowen.", the boy answered. Oh hell no. There's no way that's going to happen. I use all my strength and will, and rise my back off the table. Both of the men gasp, then scream at the top of their lungs. "Shut up, and tell me how to get to the front desk.", I scold. The men look at each other then back at me amazed. The older man, Mr.Fowen slowly walked toward me. "How...how are you alive?", He asked timidly. I shrug my shoulders and scan the room for a door. Nothing. Fantastic. The boy, Martinez turned around to a desk and picked up a folder. "It says here that in surgery, they found a strange blood clot in her cerebellum. I suppose it had temporarily paralyzed her, up until now, and just got rid of itself.",He said observing me. I raise an eyebrow. "How rare! I've never seen this happen before.", Mr.Fowen replied. "Agheemmmm.", I cough. "Ah yes, down behind that bookshelf is the door, keep walking straight and you'll be able to leave the morgue into the main hospital.", Martinez says pointing at fully stocked shelf. I thank them both, and dash through the door, into the hospital.

"Excuse me, but have you seen a tall young man with ashy blonde hair with dark eyes?", I quickly ask the lady at the front desk. "Oh...well yes. An Ansel Elgort I believe.", she says looking at her computer. "I never saw him leave ma'am. I suppose he's still in the hospital.", she says looking back at me. I stop and remember something. Right when I heard Ansel run, a voice came back to me. "Let him get some air john." I stare at her wide eyed. If he went to get some air, and it wasn't downstairs, that only meant one thing. He went to the roof. He thinks I'm dead, and he's on the 7 story building's rooftop. Oh god. "Thank you!", I yell running to the elevator. I race inside and repeatedly push the roof top button. "Come on. Come on.", I cry. My face begins to feel hot, and my vision is getting blurry. Im crying, and crying a lot at that. I hold my self, and lean my weight against the back wall. I drop to the floor,and crouch into a ball. Im coming Ansel. I'm coming. Just hold on tight. "I'll see you soon.", I whisper.