*RACHELS POV*
I woke up and Jill, Hayes, Nate, and Cameron were around my bed. What? I'm in a hospital. Great. Just great.
"Hey, guys." I say, smiling lightly.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" Hayes asks me.
I nod slowly as the horrible thoughts stung my head. Even if I was drunk, I could feel it all. And it hit me what I did..
- flashback to last night -
I put my feet in the track. It was all kind of blurry. I saw lights coming my way.
It was a train. It was coming my way.
"RACHEL NO!" I heard someone yell.
As soon I could react, someone pushes me out of the way.
The train zoomed by, honking loudly.
I couldn't quite make who it was. That person saved me. The person who saved me was on top of me.
I turn to see who it is. I immediately see those chocolate brown eyes.
They were puffy.
Cameron.
- end of flashback -
"C-Cameron saved me." I say.
"You were drunk, how do you know?" Jill asks.
"I laid my eyes on the chocolate brown eyes I fell so in love with." I say, whispering.
I look over at Cameron and he was looking down. His eyes were puffy. I grab his hand. I know I'm still mad at him, but this is the time not to be.
"Thank you. For saving me." I say, whispering.
He nods.
"I told you to don't do anything stupid! And you almost killed yourself!" Nate says.
"I didn't know what I was doing! I was drunk!" I say.
"For once, I'm actually glad Cameron was there for you.." Nate says.
I ignore his tone. I turn to Cameron, who's hand I was still holding and him still looking at the ground.
"Where's Kelsey?" I say, whispering.
"Gone." He says, whispering back.
The doctor walks in.
"Ms. Green, you are awake." The doctor says.
"Clearly." I say, muttering.
Good thing he didn't hear me...
"I'm gonna talk to you for a second." The doctor says.
"Ok." I say.
"Was this a suicide attempt?"
Cameron, Hayes, Jill, and Nate look at me.
"No! I was drunk! I didn't know where I was going or what I was doing!" I say.
Everybody lets out a sigh of relief. Good, they trust me. I would never do something like that... Well I don't know.
"That explains the hangover. But, you have a slight concussion. When the young man saved you, you hit the ground pretty hard."
I nod, slowly.
"I'm not gonna put you in counseling because you are in fact telling the truth. But, I want someone to watch you for awhile." The doctor says.
