My (e/c) eyes flutter open to see the familiar ceiling of my bedroom. I sit up, rubbing an eye, pondering how I got here. I yawn, and stretch, cracking my back. That was one of the best night sleeps I have gotten in a long time. I sit there on my bed, thinking about Matt. Wait, how did I get here? The last thing I remember is the hospital, and Joseph. I jump out of bed, and get changed out of the clothes I wore yesterday. I remember where he lives. (You are not a stalker, you just remember where he lives, kay?) I head out the door, grabbing Matt's coat that I so love.
Crisp air hits me as soon as I step outside. I look up, and for the first time in a while I see the sun, crystal clear in a part in the clouds. I smile. It's nice to see something else than bleak skies every once in a while. I set off to my amazing boyfriend's (maybe) house. It was still early dawn, so the world was still sleeping, except for the few cars that whizz past me on occasion. I cross the road, careful of any cars. Well, maybe not careful enough. I look up, just in time, to see headlights hurtling towards me.
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Matt's P.O.V
I check my phone, for what seems to be the fiftieth time. I'm getting worried. Normally, (y/n) texts me. What if something happened to her. I pick up my phone, and was about to call (y/n), when my phone rings. I hurry and answer it, hoping its (y/n).
Hello? (Y/n)? Are you okay?" I say I'm the phone.
A gruff voice answers, which was NOT (y/n)'s voice. "This is Baylor Hospital, and we have a (y/n) (l/n) in the Intensive Care Unit." The voice says. All I can do is stare at the wall.
"Is she okay? What happened to her?" I ask frantically. How could this have happened? The voice sighs.
"She's in comatose, but she keeps on saying your name in her sleep." He tells me.
"Matt?"
"That is your name, isn't it? Now come over to the hospital, maybe having someone she knows around her will wake her up." The voice hangs up.
I scramble around, getting my stuff to see (y/n).
~Timeskip by le awesome me~
I arrive at the hospital in record time. I get to her room, and saw the sight that made my heart break.
(Y/n) was laying in the bed, (h/c) splayed out on the pillow, her face pale, and tubes sticking out from her nostrils an mouth.
"What happened to her?" I ask, sinking down to the floor, knees weak. The nurse that was in there looked down at me with pity in her eyes.
"She was hit by a car. After hitting poor (y/n), the driver then sped off, leaving her in the road, unconscious. It wasn't until a few minutes later when a man was walking down, and saw her. He then called the ambulance. She's now in comatose." The nurse informed me. I grab her cold, frail, hand, and envelop it with my larger, warm ones.
"Please wake up." I plead, kissing her hand.
