the picture is Chelsea
CHELSEA'S POV.
I'd started yelling at Matt, because I was angry. I had blamed him, for her memory lost, and her paralysis. If you really thought about it, it was remotely his fault, but still, he didn't know it was going to happen. He didn't mean it.
The security officer backed away from Matt, but glared at him from the other side of the room. I hadn't gotten any blame for yelling, yet I was the one who started it. I sighed, finally ending the staring competition that was going on between Matt and I.
"I'm sorry. My best friend, and your girlfriend is in the hospital. We really shouldn't be fighting," I sigh defeatedly.
He lets out a breath of relief. "I'm sorry, too."
Within seconds, Matt has his arms wrapped around me and we're hugging in the middle of the hospital. It wasn't a flirty hug, if it was I would've attacked him again, it was more of a comforting one.
"Her parents are here."
My eyes widen. Piper's parents have always had a strong disliking to Matt and I, in fact any of Piper's friends who weren't made inside of her father's business.
"They already have me their famous look," he says. "They're never going to like me."
"That's one thing I have in common with them," I mutter jokingly.
"What was that?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Nothing, just that-"
"Chelsea, Matt," a high pitched voice says firmly.
We both turn our heads to see Piper's mother. Tears are built up in her eyes and her arms are open wide as if she was asking for a hug. "Yeah."
"Piper wants to see you two," she says with a roll of her eyes.
Just seeing Piper's mother makes me want to vomit, and Piper knows-knew that. Piper knew that. Piper and I both had a strong dislike to her mother, both her parents actually. They're big on business, and when it comes to money, they'll do anything.
That's what made Piper run off, she moved in with my older sister and I, then she met Matt. Her whole personality changed, and everyone liked her so much more.
I stepped aside, avoiding her hug, but Matt didn't. He hugged her, seemingly happy that she would even want to get near him. I look at the two for a bit longer, and turned away, walking into the room that contained Piper.
I teared up, knowing she would never walk again. I'd never been so sad in my life. "Hi," she smiled when I enter the room. "Hey, Piper," I reply, my voice wavering unexpectedly.
"So, you're Chelsea, right?"
"Right."
"And we used to be best friends?"
Used to be? "We still are, right?"
"Well, of course, it's just that I don't remember."
"Yes, I know."
"And Matt is my boyfriend? It's not like one of those movies, where a girl has supposedly lost her memory and some boy lies, and tells her they're dating, right?"
I laugh. "No, it isn't."
"Okay, good," she sighs in relief. I smile sadly at her, and then realization hit; it would never be the same. We would have to start all over. She wouldn't be able to walk. Hell, she didn't even remember me.
My eyes glistened, tears brimming them. "Why are you sad?" She whispers. "Is that even a question? My best friend will have to be in a wheelchair, and the worst part is, she doesn't even remember me."
With this, her eyes begin to glimmer with tears. "I can't believe I'm going to have to be in a wheelchair, for the rest of my life. I wish I remembered you, I wish I remembered Matt. But I can't help it, I want everything to change. Why do these things have to happen to me?" She gushes out, causing me to go and hug her gingerly.
We stay in that stance for a bit, until I pull away, my back feeling stiff from bending over. She studied my face, her eyebrows creased. "You know, you're really pretty."
I slightly laugh. "Thanks, but you were always the pretty one."
"Were?" she asks cockily.
My eyes widen, "I didn't mean it like that!" I exclaim.
"Don't yell!" she yells grabbing her head.
My hand flies to my mouth. "I-I'm sorry," I stutter running out of the room. I quickly dodge Matt as he enters the room, and try best to make it to the bathroom without breaking down.
Nothing is ever going to be the same. Ever. I make my way into one of the stalls, not even bothering to check if any of the other ones were empty. Loud sobs escape my lips and tears pour out from my eyes. Why? Why did this have to happen to her? Why did I have to lose my best friend?
MATT'S POV
"Are you okay?" I ask pulling a chair up next the hospital bed.
"Ehh," she replies.
"I'm just glad you're alive," I say honestly.
"I'm glad, too," she says with a smile. "but, I'm really tired, too."
I stand from the chair I just sat down in and slide it back to its original place before telling Piper goodbye. I walk out of the room with my hands in my pockets, I need to find Chelsea.
I approach Piper's mom first. "You haven't seen Chelsea, have you?" I ask politely.
"That way," she says with a wave of her hand.
I quietly thank her before walking down the hallway. I still have no idea where she is, and I have no idea where to look either. If only-
Loud sobs catch me off guard and I immediately open the door they're coming from. I find myself in a bathroom, a girls one. "Chelsea?"
The sobs are cut off and it's replaced by silence. No one replies. I stand for a moment before saying her name again. This time, a toilet is flushed and a red faced Chelsea exits one of the stalls.
"This is a woman's bathroom, the men's is down the hall."
"I know, Chelsea, I was looking for you."
She walks to one of the sinks and turns on the faucet. She puts a little soap on her hands and begins to lather the soap all over her hands.
"Do you want to talk?" I ask.
She jerks to face me. "What is there to talk about? My best friend is in the freaking hospital, and doesn't even know who I am!" she exclaims.
"Calm down-"
"How do I calm down, Matthew? 'Cause honestly, I would love to know."
I take a step towards her hysterical self. I place a hand on her shoulder, "I'm going to take you home, okay?"
She doesn't reply, she just stares at the ground.
"Okay?" I repeat.
"Yeah," she mumbles.
She begins to walk ahead of me, but then quickly turns around.
I look at her confused. "What are you doing?"
"I didn't finish washing my hands," she says slightly embarrassed.
I nod, "I'll wait for you in the waiting room."
I walk out of the woman's bathroom, and immediately earn glares from women. They don't know why I was in there, they probably just think I'm just a regular teenage boy; and I am.
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