An Old Friend

Chapter 15 - My Angel

All I could feel was the subtle beating of my heart. Last night was a blur. I opened my eyes to a little white room that wasn't my own. There was a sink to the left, along with some cabinets. I was in a very uncomfortable bed and... I was hooked up to a computer monitor.

Am I in the hospital?

I felt fine. I looked fine from what I could see. I started to get up, but I felt dizzy so I sat back down on the hospital bed.

"Woah, there Elizabeth, you shouldn't be out of your bed yet. You need to rest until you come to full recovery," a female doctor ordered me. "Although I am very glad to see you awake, your family and friends were worried about you."

"My family, like... like my dad?"

"Yes, your father is here. But don't worry, he'll see you soon." She stood up to go leave, but I stopped her.

"Um, what is your name doctor?" I asked her.

"Just call me Dr. Hanley, sweetie. Get some rest now. Don't pull another stunt like that again," she smiled and closed the door behind her.

I took a deep breath and tried to figure out how I was going to explained why I was gone to me dad. He'd never forgive me. But he was my dad, he had to. I was all he had left. There was a knock at the door and I knew it was him.

My dad walked in with red eyes, from crying. And his hair was unkempt and ratty. He looked like he had been sleep-deprived. He sat down on the bed next to me. And what did I do?

I told him the truth.

"Oh god, Liz, what led you to this? W-where you going to commit suicide?" my dad reached out and grabbed my hand. He started to break down.

"I didn't know what to think daddy, I thought you would never take me back. After this I didn't know where I'd go, so I just stopped in the middle of those dumb train tracks. Even though I knew that train was coming..."

Now we were both crying. My dad told me to take a nap and he left. But I couldn't sleep. There were still so many things I had to work out with people that I care about.

There was another knock at the door. I allowed them to let themself in.

A tall man walked in with blonde hair and a bomber jacket on.

"Mike?"

"What the hell were you thinking?" he whispered so cautiously. He walked over to my bedside and kneeled down on the floor. He put his hands on his head and looked up at me. "You could have been killed. What were you planning to do? Commit suicide?"

"I don't know..."

"HOW could you not KNOW!" he was yelling now, I guess the hospital staff didn't care.

"What even happened exactly? I'm sorry Mike I can't remember every single detail." He sighed and told me how Billie saved me from getting hit by a train. It all seemed so heroic.

"God, I-I can't-" I stumbled on my words.

"All that matters is that you're alive," he put his hand on mine. He felt warm and comforting to me. Just what I needed at the moment. "Oh, and also, some anonymous number called 911 for you two. I don't know who it was, but I'd be happy to thank them in person if we ever find them," he smiled.

He stood up to leave when something occurred to me.

"Mike?"

"Yeah, Liz?"

"H-how's Billie? Can he see me?" Mike could hear me clearly, but he wasn't answering me. "Mike?"

"Let's just say that he's a little morw beaten up than you. Get some rest."

"NO!" I said sternly. He turned around. I got up out of my bed and ran up to Mike, trying not to fall.

"Lizzie no, you can't leave this room." I grabbed him by his shirt.

"Don't you understand? I have to!!!" I told him. Out faces inches from each other.

I pushed by him quickly and ran down the halls.