Matt's P.O.V
I ended up falling asleep on (y/n)'s bed, hand in hand. It wasn't until the nurse from earlier tapped on my shoulder and told me I had to leave.
"I'm not leaving her alone." I tell her firmly. A sad look comes over her tired features.
"Ah, young love. It can make you blind if you're not careful." The cryptic words leave her mouth and hang in the stale air of the hospital. I blink, and squeeze the frail hand, still not willing to leave.
"I don't want her to be lonely." I whisper, looking down. The nurse puts a hand on my shoulder, and starts to steer me away from (y/n). I stand fast, planting my feet into the ground. Nurse Jamie, now that I read her nameplate, puts a hand to her blonde hair and brushes a strand back.
"Look sweetie. She has to heal on her own, so can you please leave? I know it's hard leaving her, but this is for her own good." Jamie says. I look at (y/n)'s pale form, and sigh, letting go of her hand.
"Take good care of her." I tell the nurse. She nods understandingly.
"I will sweetie." And she shuts the door. I walk down the hall, wiping a few tears away. I reach outside, and see snowflakes drifting down from the heavens. I sigh, and shiver as a fierce wind rips past me. Blinking away some more tears, I set off to my Hellhole of a home, only to be forgotten. Well, maybe Al and I will play some videogames. Then maybe I won't be forgotten. Maybe I won't be alone.
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Your P.O.V
The warmth that held my hand was suddenly gone, and I stir, trying to find it. I open my (e/c) eyes, to see the depressing walls of the hospital, an IV machine, and ventilator. I try to sit up, as a shooting pain rips through my head. I try to get out of bed, only to see I can't move my legs. I'm flown into a panic, and start to reach out for something to hold on. I latch on to a nurse's coat, and look up to concerned brown eyes.
"Thank God you're finally awake, (y/n)." The blonde haired nurse tells me. I narrow my eyes.
"What happened? How long have I been asleep? What can't I move my legs?" I ask, panicked. The nurse holds my hands, and looks into my eyes.
"Miss (l/n), you were hit by a car, causing some serious Spinal Cord injuries. Your legs are paralyzed because of this." She tells me. My eyes widen in shock.
"Is it permanent?" I ask, scared to know the answer. Nurse Jamie sighs, and gives my hands a light squeeze.
"Due to the severity of the injury, yes. You will never move your legs again."
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I wasn't able to sleep easy that night, so I pretty much stared at the bleak walls of the hospital, and think. What will happen to me? Will I ever be able to see Matt? Will I die? These questions crowd my mind, causing a splitting headache. I clutch at my head, pulling on my hair. Tears spill over my cheeks, as I gasp, unable to hold back the sobs. I pull the sheets back, to look at my lifeless legs, that I will never be able to use again. A new emotion bubbles in my gut. Rage. Rage because of the car. Rage because of my beautiful brother having been stricken down with cancer. Rage because of my limp legs. But above all, rage because of my mother, for not being when I needed her most.
I need to break something. I'm so mad right now, my hands are literally shaking. I grab the sheets, and rip them. The anger making me stronger. Suddenly tired from the effort, I collapse onto my pillow, and cry myself to sleep. After all, I'm going to need my strength to face this hellish life of mine in the morning.
