my mother rushes us to the hospital. She puts on a front that everything is fine, Thalia is fine, but her hands are shaking on the steering wheel. I grasp Hunter's hand from the backseat. He squeezes it tight, which makes me feel good.
The nurse opens the door of Thalia's hospital room and she looks horrible. Skinnier and paler than i've ever seen her before. Hunter wraps his arm around me and rubs my shoulder.
"H..hey Thals." I stutter. I take a seat beside her. She slowly turns her head to face me.
"Hi mandy." She answers back with a weak smile.
"I told you not to call me that!" I giggle. We laugh, which turns into a coughing fit for her. I wish this wasn't how things were. I wish she could just laugh and smile and get up out of bed. But she couldn't.
"C.. can I have some time alone with Amanda?" Thalia asks the nurse. She nodds and makes her way out of the room. Hunter stands there, still as a statue. He furrows his eyebrows and bites his fingernails.
"Hunter?" I question.
"Are you sure you can handle this... I mean... emotionally?" He asks worried.
I give him a look as my answer which is enough to make him leave. "Thalia one way or another you're still a fighter!" He calls as he exits.
We sit in silence once again for a little while.
"A... Amanda..." Thalia breaks the silence.
"Yes?"
"Don't remember me like this."
"What do you mean?"
"Weak, incapable... pathetic."
"Thalia..." Thalia, the strongest, perkiest person I know felt pathetic. There was nothing I could do about it. My face dropped as I continued to listen.
"No I'm serious. I want to be remembered as... as... me. Thalia Richards. Not 'Thalia Richards who got hit by a car and is dying'."
"Dying...?!"
"Don't act like I'm crazy. We all know, we've all known for awhile now." I don't reply. I'm scared. It's always been in the back of my mind. That Thalia was dying, but until now, until someone said it out loud, I didn't really consider it a possibility.
"Oh and Amanda?"
"Yeah Thals?"
"Can I ask you a favour?"
"Of course! Anything."
"At my... my funeral, don't wear black, wear pink."
Even though It's a subject as depressing as Thalia's funeral, I can't help but laugh.
"Pink?" I giggle.
She smirks. "Yeah pink. You rarely ever wear it. And not just pink, neon pink!"
We both laugh.
"Okay for you Thals." I gently smile and place a hand on her shoulder. If wearing pink at her funeral is what she wanted than I will wear it proud.
My mom drives hunter and I back to his house, so we can have time to settle.
I cuddled up in his arms and try to forget about everything.
But I just can't. I don't know if I ever will and that's what scares me the most.
(author's note: ahhh we are so close to 1k reads!! it makes me really happy that people enjoy this! i hope you all continue to vote and comment. also sorry there was no amunter stuff I just wanted to add something to the plotline to make it more interesting but don't worry I have some stuff saved up for the future.)
