Take Me to the Moon

Chapter 14: Ashes' POV

It wasn't until I was rolled up to a hospital room and finally looked at a clock that I realized only four hours had passed since we left Davey's apartment. My head finally stopped hurting, but that didn't take away from the fact that I wrecked my bike and my family was in the hospital room for me. "I'm fine, Mom, you don't have to stay." I said gently.

"We're not leaving you." My mother told me. She had on the same worried face that she did when she was ready to tell me Mary had died and I lost my memory. Oh, God, I just imagined Amanda didn't I? I could feel my heart start to race and the migrane return.

"Amanda..." I started, afraid of what I would be told next.

"Is a sweet girl. She had to run to get some food, poor girl looked like she was running on fuems." My mother said and I relaxed a tiny bit. I had dreamed like this before and I wasn't ready to hear someone else I loved was dead. She didn't seem hung over when she left, she was fine. Right?

"She's.." I wouldn't allow myself to speak the words that were running through my mind.

"I'm right here." I heard Amanda's voice from the doorway. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay." I whispered, turning my head to see her for myself. Nobody was looking at me weird so I knew I wasn't completely delusional. "Where were you?"

"Grabbing a small bite to eat before I came back up here. You were asleep for a little bit." She said before sitting down at the edge of my bed. Scrubs. Shit, she was working.

"How long are you working?"

"Just another hour, the doctor is going to have me on and off the clock until you get out of here." Her voice sounded like heaven to me right at that moment, I didn't even care what she meant, as long as I could be reminded she was really alive and well. "Head feeling better?"

I nodded slowly as she checked my vitals. Absently, I held onto her right arm and traced the tattoo on her wrist, finding an odd comfort in it. "I'm truly sorry, Mandabear."

"Don't be. I'm just sorry for how I walked out, I didn't know." She whispered and I knew either my parents or Dray told her what happened the last time I wrecked this bad.

"I never wanted you to. But, please, never think you're not perfect because you are. It takes someone perfect to love a dysfunctional family."

When she laughed, I couldn't help but smile. "Oh, so you five are dysfunctional? Try hilarious as hell when you're picking on each other. Besides, by the time my sisters get here, you won't know what to do."

"I'll take that as a promise." I told her happily. Nobody really spoke much as I continued to trace the tatt. The one thing we all tried to prevent, I tried to do. Well, not necessarily on purpose this time but still. I knew what road I was on and I knew I was upset to just not care. My bike was totaled, there's no way it could have made it when I was damaged this badly.

When she left, it took everything in me to not plead with her to stay, but she only had another hour and then maybe she could just stay with me until I got out. "I told you, she's a sweet girl, but she needs to stop calling me by your grandmother's name." My mother said after a few moments.

"What?" I asked dumbfoundedly.

"I'm not Mrs Anderson, my name is Diane. She'll learn." My mom said with a small laugh.

"Yeah, let's just hope she never has to push through a panic attack again." Dray said.

"What do you mean?"

"I had to force her outside to have a smoked with us when you were brought up here." Needlz said.

"Why would she push herself? I would have understood..." I started to say.