Fionnas pov;
I want to say everything ended happily ever after. I want to say that, after we had that amazing kiss... That he held me tightly and told me he loved me. That we spent the rest of our lives together and it ended there.
But it didn't.
He pulled away from me so fast... I felt cold and lonely in his absence. He just looked at me wide eyed, and ran off.
I was to learn the next morning that he had been driving too fast... That he had been too reckless... His motorcycle skidded off the road, leaving him in a coma in the hospital.
It all happened so abruptly. So quickly. I didn't even have time to think before I was out the door sprinting down the street. Screw school, the hospital was just a few more miles... I could run it. I will run it.
I heard cakes yells and screams. Her pleads but I was gone. She said it was pretty bad. That I wouldn't be allowed to see him either way. But honestly, I just needed to know his heart was still beating.
I could feel it pounding under my hand. I could hear his soft chuckle, his annoyed groans... I could feel his lips on mine.
I absentmindedly drew my fingers over my mouth before I pushed myself faster toward the hospital.
"Tell me he's okay." I pleaded to tinge Doctor. "Just tell me he's a live and he's gonna make it."
He frowned at me, "are you his girlfriend?"
Well no... "Yes."
He sighed and ran a hand over his head. "He's in a coma. He had a few bruised ribs and a fractured shin... Other then that, it's all internal. He had bleeding in his stomach, and he could have some in his brain. We are sending him through another cat scan soon..." He smiled weakly at me. "You're welcome to see him if you like."
"Really?" I asked hopefully, clasping my hands together happily.
He nodded at me, "just know, he's deep in a coma... He won't be able to interact."
Like I didn't know what a coma was? I nodded at him anyway as he showed me toward his room.
He opened a room, and I darted in without questions I knelt down next to the motionless Marshal. The king of bad was now the king of nearly dead...
He had a tube down his throat, a thin cast on his leg, with a brace on his neck. He had wrapping around his ribs, and his hair was all messy. His face was a bit bruised and scratched up, his arms were pretty tattered.
I brushed his hair back, leaning against the bed, "look who's the weak one now, huh..." I said quietly, "what were you even thinking?"
I sat there for a while, just looking down at him and lecturing him about how stupid he was. Time passed, and soon I was asked to leave. I was told I could come back in a few days, but he had surgery and cat scans that needed tending to.
I held his hand tightly in mine. He was all alone... What if he woke up and no one was here? My heart ached, but I was forced to leave anyway. I have the head nurse my number and told her to call me if he woke up or if there was any important information about him.
And I left grimly, walking slowly home.
