NorRay-emo loser-

Rays pov

After school, I met Norman by the door.

"How were the headphones, love?" I asked him, enjoying how flustered he got.

"They made it a lot better," He responded, but he looked as though he was thinking about something else.

"What's wrong?"

He looked more nervous at my question,  but said, "Just ran into Keith, but it was alright."

"Oh- You sure you're fine? You can tell me." Damn I'm hypocritical,  I definitely would not tell him. But that's for the best.

"Yeah," He brushed it off. 

We started to walk together, just lightly chatting now. Norman told me about how he'd discovered that he could wirelessly connect the headphones to his phone and had picked a random album. He then fanboyed over Taylor Swift's 'Midnights'. I responded with telling him about my passion for Mother Mother. I was happy, and I'm pretty sure he was, too. 

Norman was saying, "I only really listen to 'Burning Pile'," when my phone rang.

"Um, hold on Norman," I said, answering it.

"Mister Grace?" Asked a formal man's voice that I didn't recognize.

"Yes, that's me," I said, confused.

"My sympathy, sir, but I work for the hospital and your mother has been in a car accident. She is alive but she might not be much longer. We are doing what we can."

I dropped my phone on the ground, "Fuck."

Norman's face was a mixture of fear and confusion, "Ray? What's wrong?"

"My mom's in the hospital. It's bad."

"What?! Why?" Norman said, shocked.

"Car wreck. I-I need to go to the hospital, get home- SHIT. The cars not there."

"I'll drive you," Norman said automatically.

"Thank you," I sighed. 

We ran the rest of the way to his house. I collapsed into the passenger seat of his car, and he started driving right away. I think Norman is speeding, I thought, trying to stay calm. After a drive that seemed to last millenia, we pulled into the hospital. I ran in, Norman close behind.

"Name?" asked a secretary, looking concerned.

"Ray Grace," I panted. "I'm here for Isabella Grace."

"Room 321," she responded. "But I'm not sure if visitors are being let in at the moment."

"Thank you," I said.

Norman quickly found an elevator. Waiting for it was torture, but Room 321 was several floors up, and stairs would take even longer. Finally, I burst into the room. There was one hospital bed with a doctor who seemed to be watching the heartrate monitor. In the hospital bed was Isabella Grace. She looked banged up, bandages around her head and several other spot, breathing rapidly.

Then she turned her head slightly, "Ray?" she whispered.

Author's Note:So... I don't really like Isabella. Um. Yeah. I'm questioning my sanity a bit, because the other option I gave myself for this chapter was have them go on a wholesome date at a coffee shop and I picked this. Anyway, don't eat vegan cheese. BYE BYE.