Their faces looked blank. My 'mom' had her nails done and her purse in her hand. My 'dad' was in a suit and tie like he was going to work.
"We are still your emergency contacts," My 'mom' says as she kisses me on the cheek. Sean looks at them and instantly starts yelling. My 'parents' looked confused, they obviously didn't know that we both knew. The doctors instantly shoo everyone out as my eyes close and I hear no yelling.
~Caden~
Her stupid parents were called. Both Sean and I were yelling at them and the doctors then I calmed down. I heard Sean still yelling and Richie trying to calm everyone down. As all these big things that were happening around me I just stood there, drowning all the noise out. I looked at poor Ash threw the window. Something was still wrong with her, judging by all the doctors and nurses running in and out.
"Ash is going to be okay, right?" Richie asks me as I hug her. I hear Sean still talking, very loudly, to his parents. I look down at Richie, she looked as worried as me.
"I don't know," I simply say as she walks closer to the window. I just sit there watching Ash's chest going up and down.
Several hours have gone by. Richie and Sean has come and left over and over again. I still sat there watching Ash breathe. I was still staring into the window as a doctor approached me.
"Visiting hours are over, please come back tomorrow," I looked at him and stood up.
"Are you doing anything to help her? She has been in a coma for the past several hours and no one has given a diagnosis!" I say starting to raise my voice. The doctor steps back a step.
"We are going to figure out what is wrong with her soon, come back tomorrow. You should leave right now or I will call security," He says watching my body move. I clench my hands. I was tired, worried and mad. He pulls a wacky-talky from his back pocket and gives me a warning stare. I look at Ash and quickly walk into the room and kiss her on the forehead.
"Please pull through," I whisper and hold her hand. I needed to stay there for a few seconds more, but I felt two strong hands pull me out. I look up at the same doctor that told me to leave. I pull off of him then walked out of the hospital and make my way home.
~Richie~
Caden has been a mess for the past few weeks. Sean and I have been too, but we've already have been through this. Caden, however barely knew her last time. I sat in my room looking at all of Ashley's things. Caden came in and sat next to me.
"How did you get through this last time?" He says looking at the box full of Ashley's moms things.
"Go ahead," I say noticing how he acted. He stands up and takes the box. Putting it on the bed, I stand up and watch him open it up. I look in the box and something is different in it. It has a blue box in the middle of all the things that were organized perfectly. Caden looks at me then takes the box out slowly. He takes the lid off of it and it was full of pictures. Some of them were from her junior/ first year of high school. Some of them were of her and I. Some of them were some of her and Sean. Most of them were Caden and her. Caden's eyes start watering and he smiled. He saw a picture of her and him in front of the school.
"She wanted to get a picture for the memory aspect," He says looking at the two happiest, most perfect people for each other in the world.
"Do you think she'll pull through?"Caden asks.
"Yes it has been a couple weeks, but I think she will. She is the strongest person I have ever met," I say smiling. He nods then it was silent.
"But it is different this time. Last time she was allergic, this time she had cancer. I know they say they think they got it all, but what if they didn't. What if she dies from it? Could she die? She didn't even finish her senior year. We haven't even got the chance to move in together. I wanted to get married," He says starting to freak out. I put my hands on his shoulders, and I try to calm him down.
"She's going to pull through," I say smiling as non-fake as possible. What if she doesn't pull through? It is different this time.
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Twisted Cinderella
Teen FictionEver since I learned how to walk I did everything for my parents. When I turned five I learned how to do laundry and my brother learned how to do the dishes. At the age of ten I knew how to make hundreds of meals and my brother learned how to make s...