Leonardo DiCaprio Short Stories

Accidents III

"Are there any updates?" I asked Leo's mom as she made her way back down the hallway.

"No, not yet. He's still unconscious and they are monitoring him. His vitals are stabilizing, but he lost a lot of blood."

"When can I see him?"

"Not for a while. I'm sorry." She gave me a sad smile as more tears rolled down my cheeks. "You should go home and get some sleep, sweetheart. You don't have to go to school if you don't want to."

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep. I just want to see him. And I can't even think about going to school right now."

"I understand. Why don't you go home and shower and change into some clean clothes then come back around 8 and I'll sneak you in to see him."

"Really? Thank you. Um, my car is still on the side of the road." I chuckled as I rubbed the back of my neck, a habit I picked up from watching Leo do it so often.

"I'm on lunch so I can drive you back to your car. Are you sure you're okay to drive?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Leo's mom and I rode in silence back to my car. She gave me another sad smile as I got out of her car and into my own. I drove home in more total silence, refusing to listen to music. When I got home, and by home I mean Leo's house, I got straight in the shower.

I used his three-in-one shampoo/conditioner/body wash, just so I could smell like him. He left his cologne on the bathroom counter and I couldn't help but spritz a little on my wrists. I walked into my room (which is technically a guest bedroom but I've taken over) and put on a clean pair of underwear and sports bra, choosing to just wear spandex shorts. I went into Leo's room and put on his grey, UCLA sweatshirt.

It was only 3am and Leo's mom told me to be back at 8. I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I climbed into Leo's bed and pulled the covers over myself. I laid my face on his pillow and pulled out my phone to text him.

hi. it's (y/n). i know you are prolly still out, but just in case you are awake, i wanted to text you. im currently laying in ur bed and wearing ur sweatshirt. idk why, i guess i just want to feel closer to u. u smell rly nice btw. now that i said it outloud, it sounds kind of weird but its comforting. ur comforting. i rly rly like u. like more than i should. i miss u, leo. pls wake up soon so i can kiss u again. <3

I hit send and just watched the message be delivered. I continued staring at the screen, hoping that delivered would turn into read. I let myself cry freely over the pain that Leo must be in. I missed him, and I was so worried that something really bad would happen. What if he never woke up or what if he was paralyzed or what if he didn't remember what happened in the parking lot or what if...

No.

I can't be playing the what if game. It's more detrimental than beneficial. Before I could process what was happening, I was fast asleep in Leo's bed, wishing that I was in his arms.

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My head pounded as I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I reached over and groggily answered, not caring to look at who was calling.

Hello?

(y/n)! Are you okay?

Yeah, I was just asleep. Any updates on Leo?

He hasn't woken up yet, and they don't know if he will.

What?

They are saying there is a possibility that he won't ever wake up. I'm so sorry, (y/n).