theshipper101's Random One Shots and Short Stories

Hospital Flowers

(Based off the song by Owl City)

I knew iwas going too fast.

I didn't care.

I hated my stupid, hopeless life.

I drove the pedal farther into the car floor.

The police would be on my back soon and I'd be dragfed back to my stupid step dad, who would just hurt me again and not tell my mom. I didn't know what she saw in him, but I hated his guts. He was the reason for my depression and all these theripists talking me out of suicide. I'm seventeen. I can take care of myself, and if I don't want to live anymore, why do they even try?

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash in front of me. I tried to swerve, but the next thing I knew, there was a terrible crunching of metal and I hit my head pretty hard and pain laced it's way through my body.

I didn't think I made it, but when I was semi-concious, someone had saved me. I was lying on the road,looking at the destruction of my car and another. All I could feel was pain. There were flashing red and blue lights. People rushed over to me and everything became a blur.

The next thing I knew, I was in the back of an ambulance. I couldn't move and it hurt when I tried. But in the pit of my stomach, I felt...something. it wasn't until later that it was gratitude.

I was rushed in ICU and everything passed in a hazy blur once again.

When I finally awoke totally, I was in a hospital bed. Some of my bones were crushed and I felt awful burns. The nights were cold and mostly restless. The hazy memories made fake, terrifying ones, which usually woke me up in a cold sweat.

One morning, I awoke from another almost restless night to a bunch of purple flowers. The card said Hope you feel better real soon! There was no name, but I was touched by the simple gesture. Someone out there really did care about me. A small smile tugged at the edge of my lips. An actual, genuine smile.

Every day it seemed like, more flowers filled my hospital room. I started to think, Whoever's sending these, they genuenly care if I get better.

My mom refused to leave my bedside when she got home from her buisness trip that was cut short because of me. I troed to apologize, but she rufusex to be mad at me. She was just happy I was alive.

After about a week of the flowers coming, my room was filled with their sweet aroma. A girl walked in one day, holding a single petunua. I recognized her from school, but I didn't know her name. She walked.over to my bed side and smiled at me, setting the petunua down on my bed side table. "You probably don't know who I am," the girl said.

I shook my.head.

"My name's Charlotte, but most people call me Charlie. You're Bryan, right?"

I nodded. "Do we go to school together?"

She nodded. "I hope you liked my gifts," she said, gestuding to the flowers around the room.

I nodded. "They really helped."

Charlie smiled. "That's my goal. I know that you suffer with depression, because I did too, and I just want you to know, that you're life matters to so mny people and.you're here for a reason."

And with that, she spun on her heel and walked out of the room. Something glowed inside of me. A warmth like I hadn't felt in a long time. You matter.

My face broke out into a smile. Then I laughed, despite the fact that it hurt my cracked ribs. Happiness. I thought. I'm...I'm happy.