Andre’s POV
It was 9:26am.I was in the park just relaxing on a swing, swaying back and forth. This boy can up to me. He looked to be either 3 or 4 years old.
Little Boy: hi
Me: uhh hello, who are you?
Little Boy: I don’t know yet
Me: you don’t know your name? How old are you?
Little Boy: tree
Me: well where’s your mommy?
Little Boy: I don’t know
Me: where’s your daddy?
Little Boy: can you play catch with me?
Me: you have to tell me where your dad is first
Little Boy:………………………………………………
Me: why can’t you tell me? Is he even here?
Little Boy: *he nodded*
Me: well where is he?
I felt this sharp pain enter my upper arm. I tried to move my other arm to rub it but I couldn’t move it. Now everything is pitch black. I can’t see a thing anymore and instead of sitting on a swing, I feel like I’m lying down. I couldn’t even see the park anymore. I tried calling for the Little Boy but I got no answer. I tried calling for him again but no answer. Instead of getting an answer from the little boy, I felt someone shaking my arm. I heard a faint “Andre” “Andre” that kept repeating. It sounded familiar. Then I felt some small cold thing press against my chest and then felt someone lift me up and press the cold thing against different parts on my back. I started opening my eyes to see. FINALLY I CAN OPEN MY EYES.
I was expecting to see the park and the little boy, but instead the first thing I see is a white tiled ceiling and open orange curtains hanging from it. I turned my head to the side to see a nurse with a wet cloth in her hand. I hate hospitals because something bad always happens.
“Andre?” someone asked.
I turned my head the other way to see who called my name. It was Stella. So that’s what I’ve been hearing. A smile automatically spread across my face.
Me: Stella?
Stella: hay, how are you feeling?
Me: good, now that I can see you gorgeous face. Why?
Stella: even if you in a hospital bed you a huge flirt and the reason why I asked how you feeling is because you’ve been talking in you sleep
Me: what was I saying?
Stella: I don’t know you sounded like you were talking to someone who was lost. You kept asking where’s your mommy and where’s your daddy and why won’t you tell me. Things like that. What where you dreaming of?
That was all a dream? It seemed so real…
Me: umm I don’t exactly know.
Stella: oh
Me: so why am I in the hospital in the first place?
Stella: you were in an accident
Me: what kind
Stella: car
Me: when did this happen
Stella: I don’t know, your mom was the one who told me…
Me: oh
Stella: aww don’t be all sad (kisses Andres cheek)
Me: since when did you ever kiss me on the cheek?? Except for when we were first dating…come here…
She smiled and came towards me and kisses me. I deepened the kiss and it turned into a make-out session…that brightened my night a little
Emma’s POV
It was 10:30 and we arrived at the hospital to see Andre again before visiting hours were up. I still felt a little weird, but I shrugged it off.
Mrs. Soft: honey, why don’t you go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute
Me: where you going?
Mrs. Soft: nowhere, I’m just looking for my phone
Me: oh…ok
I got in and headed to the room…I walked in and Andre was awake…I ran to him and hugged him…he kind-of hugged me back but not like he usually does…
Me: ANDRE!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH…WHEN DID YOU WAKE UP
Andre: uhh today
He seemed so shocked and looked at me kind-of with a mix of confusion and fright and I have no idea why.
Me: What? What’s wrong?
Andre: uhh n-nothing
Me: ok
We sat their awkwardly until the door opened………………
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