I Didn't Think

Chapter 4

•Kaylin's POV•
I blink a few times before I see a blank white ceiling. Where am I? I hear murmuring all around me. My head pounding like drums. Where am I?

A young girl sits beside me around the age 24. Her brown hair cut to her shoulders and her eyes piercing hazel. Her skin a fair tone. She cocks her head to the side to speak to someone.

I move my head side to side to figure out where I am. Oh my god! I'm in a hospital!

My eyes widen, I start freaking out. The nurses and doctors try to calm me but I can't stop. I'm in too much pain to move any more. I take a few deep breathes and open my eyes once again. I ask the nurse what happened? She explains to me that I was in a motorcycle accident. She tells me I am hurt pretty badly but nothing life threatening. She states that I broke my left leg, cut the right side of my head, broke two ribs, and strained my left shoulder. I'm also cut up and bruised.

This is unbelievable. Wait, holy crap! Where's Josh?! Margo and Max?! Oh my god what happened to them?! My head is pounding with these questions and I need to know they're okay.

"Nurse. Nurse." My words come out soft but in my head they come out in screams. I can't take this head ache and pain or any of this anymore. I woke up about 3 minutes ago and I hate this, all of this.

I wonder if they called my mom and dad. They are going to be so disappointed in me and then mad at me. They probably don't even know who I am, how would they contact my parents. Oh gees my head is kicking and punching. Ugh.

"Nurse," I say once again. A few moments later the young nurse came by my bed side and leaned over to hear my fragile voice. "Do you know," saying these words is taking up all the energy I have. "what happened to...Josh, Margo, and um Max?" It takes at least a decade for me to finish this sentence without passing out.

"Margo Frantelle is okay, she only broke her right wrist and got a long, deep scrape across her right outside thigh and a few bruises here and there. Max Plaster cut his chest, shattered his left knee, and bruised his left foot." I guess after Josh and I crashed, so did Margo and Max. What happened to everyone else? Did they stop before they hit the puddle or did they go over it too? Last night was flashing through my mind. The party, drinks, motorcycle race, crashing. I don't remember anything that happened after the crash. Wait, what about Josh?

"And Josh?" I ask with tears eyes.

"Josh Willsmen, he was hurt very badly and..." The nurse pauses for quite some time.

"What happened to him?"

"He is in a coma."

Oh hell no! No, no, no, no, no! I can't lose him! I break into tears and can't stop. I can't lose the love of my life. He's been there since we became friends and I can't lose him. Not now, not ever! "No, no! He can't be!"

"Please tell me he'll be okay? I can't lose him. I can't." I push through my tears to say this. To have hope he'll survive. I can't lose him.

I cry for hours on and after some time, I fall asleep. I dream about last night. Only the part from making that sharp turn into the puddle and crashing. That's the only part I see and once it's done, it repeats itself. No other scene, no other dream. Only the crash.

I'm awaken by a hand softly shaking me side to side. I slowly open my drowsy eyes to reveal it was Margo. She had a pale face and dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was ratty too. I prop myself up after looking her over. I tap my hand on the bed for her to sit next to me.

We give each other a look of sorrow and wrap each other into a tight hug as we sob into each other's shoulder.

"I'm so glad you're okay." I say still in the tight squeeze.