Together

17

Gwen walks me home. "Go shower, then we'll head to the hospital," she smiles. I run to the bathroom, and shut the door behind me.

I strip my disgusting clothes, and get in the showers. I wash all off the dirt off of me. I wash the grease out off my hair, and step out off the shower.

I wrap a towel to my waist, before leaving the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, and rush to my bedroom.

I slam the door behind me, quickly sliding on clothes. I put on baggy blue jeans, a white shirt, and a baby pink jacket. 

I slide on my old faded pink converses, before rushing out of my room. "Lets go!" I eagerly say, practically dragging Gwen out of the house.

We walk to the hospital, her hand in mine. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, Finney," she sighs. "It's not your fault, Gwen, plus I found Robin," I softly smile.

We arrive at the hospital. I rush into the door, Gwen following after.

"Who are you here to-," she starts. "Robin Arellano," I cut her off. "Name?" She sighs. "Finney and Gwen Blake," my sister calmly answers.

"Room 101," she says, softly smiling at us. Gwen returns the smile, squeezing my hand. "Calm down," she whispers.

Gwen slowly walks to room 101. We wait in the chairs outside, by his family. "Oh Finney! I'm so glad to see you're okay!" His mom shouts, engulfing me in a hug. "Yeah, me too, Ms. Arellano," I whisper.

"hola finney! me alegro de ver que estás bien!" His uncle smiles, patting my shoulder. I slightly cock my head to the left. "English," his mom elbows Robins uncle. "Sorry," he apologizes, "hello Finney, I'm glad to see your okay!"