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broken bones and blonde boys (last part of The Coffee Shop.)

This is the last part to The Coffee Shop, so enjoy.

Yes, your probably mad at me for leading it off with a cliffhanger, but I had no idea how to end it, so....

This is going to take place when Keefe ran over to her limp body. So, yes, Hunkyhairs pov.

"Foster!" He yelled, dashing out of the bookstore, Dex hot on his heels.

Keefe fell onto his knees in front of Sophie's unconscious body, picking up her head and putting it on his lap, not caring that he was getting blood from her wound on her head on his pants. He barely heard cars screeching around him and Dex across from him saying that her pulse was still there. He didn't even hear himself mumbling her name. All his attention was on the the girl bleeding out right in front of him.

Keefe was sparked out of his reverie as the driver who rammed into her got out of his car and cursed drunkly. "I'm so sorry." Keefe heard him say, and for a second he thought the man was saying that to him, but he looked up to him saying that to his dam car, which had a dent in the front.

"He's soooo dead." Dex said, standing up and stomping over to the man. Or, he would've if Keefe didn't grab his wrist. "It's not worth it, he's drunk." Keefe's voice sounded far away as he said that. He didn't really care right now of anyone. Except Sophie.

A few minutes later he heard sirens and a red, blue and white car he recognized as a ambulance pulled up, and a stretcher being brought towards them, people picking Sophie up and laying her on it.

A police officer—which he didn't know were there—crouched in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Your girlfriend will be alright." He said in a sort but firm voice, but even he sounded like he wasn't sure.

"She's not my..." he sighed, knowing is was no use to say that Foster wasn't his girlfriend, which sent a tingle up his spine just thinking about it. He internally shook his head and got up.

For a second he wondered why everything was blurry, and then realized he was crying, letttie rivulets going down his cheeks, mixing with the rain pouring down over him. He wiped the tears away and saw Dex coming over to him with car keys in his hands. His face also looked like he was crying.

He held up the car keys, "I have a car, we can drive to the hospital." He pressed a button, making a car on the road next to the bookstore light up. "Get in the passenger side. I'm driving."

........Im gonna do a time skip, since I don't know what the heck to wright, and do Dexs POV, since our little cinnamon roll needs his own POV, and it will work well with the story. it'll start off when he's going into the room where Sophie is still unconscious and Keefe is there. Grady and Edaline are also there.........

When Dex walked into room 314 with two cups of coffee for himself and Keefe, he saw the Ruwens on one side of the holding Sophie's hand and Keefe pacing the perimeter of the room, his hair a clothes still speckled with Sophie's blood. Dex was worried he'd pass out from how pale he was.

Dex walked over to the table and set the coffee down and walked over to Keefe, who almost ran him over.

"Hey Keefe, how about you go back home and change clothes. Okay? You probably also need some sleep to. You look as pale as a ghost."

"But....I...." Keefe looked over at Sophie, looking so lost, like he just lost a part of him he couldn't get back. Dex looked over at Grady and Edaline. Grady was still looking at Sophie as if she was his whole world, but Edaline caught Dex's eye, and he knew she was thinking the same thing as him. Keefe was lost without Sophie.