Invisible

Tears.

Celestia's POV

AAAAH!

A shrill shriek caused me to almost scream myself, and closed my Biology textbook immediately.

"Aimee!" I called, to see her lying on the floor, a huge gash on her head. "MATTHEW!" I screamed, my eyes flooding with tears.

"MATTHEW! We need to go to the hospital, now!" He rushed over, and saw Aimee, pale and unconscious on my lap. "Aims!" He gasped.

It happened so quickly.

Aimee was taken to the hospital, the doctors performed surgery immediately, and once it finished, we called Vera but it went straight to voicemail.

And we were in Aimee's room, and I sobbed quietly on a chair beside her hospital bed, Matthew embracing me even though he was crying himself.

"Ai-Aimee," I cried. "She can't die." I whispered. "She's so young." Matthew looked at me. His usually light blue eyes were dull and fathomless.

"Please," he pleaded.

"I can't lose her," his eyes had dark bags underneath it. The only time I saw him as sad as this was when in my vision, when I was in the hospital for trying suicide.

I wept and wept on his shoulder.

"I-I can't," I croaked weakly, and he stared into my dully empty brown eyes, caressing my cheek.

"She'll be fine," he said quietly, but tears leaked from his eyes.

"Oh, God.." I muttered.

A nurse rushed into the room, seemingly tired.

"Are you Mr and Mrs. Jones?" She asked chattily.

"I'm her brother." Matthew said silently. "I'm his girlfriend," I whispered. "Oh, sorry. Well, Aimee will be fine, but she needs a very, very long rest. She lost a lot of blood," I took a deep breath.

She gave us a sympathetic look before leaving. "Matthew, sleep." I commanded. "No." He said.

"Yes." I ordered. Perhaps my voice was suddenly fierce and authorative, that he stood up right away and walked towards the sofa, where I laid my head on his shoulder and his on my head.

"Let's just sleep, okay?" He whispered weakly, seeing him like that made me heartbroken.

"Yeah, Emmy. Yeah."

"I love you, Cel. Always have, always will," his voice got sleepier and sleepier, but he was sincere.

Suppressing a yawn, I whispered, "I love you, Matt. Always have, always will."

I woke up because of Aimee's call.

"Celestia!" And I jumped awake.

Matthew was beside me, but he was already awake. His gaze turned to me. "Woke up already, sleeping beauty?" He teased.

"Hush, you." I joked, and went towards Aimee.

"Aims, you OK?" I asked.

"I'm fine, but Cel, you look a little pale."

And at that my knees gave away, I fell to the ground, my hand grasping Aimee's nightstand.

"Cel!" Matthew exclaimed and ran towards me, his eyes full of concern. He pressed his hand to my forehead, and retracted it immediately. "You're burning up!" He said.

"I don't feel so-" and everything went black.

Matthew's POV

"WHAT?!"