Meeting Artie Abrams(fanfiction)

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Hazels POV

I woke up in a hospital bed. No one was in the room but there was another bed in it. I looked around trying to remember how I got here. My heart dropped. Artie. I started to freak out. Where is he? Is he ok. Then I remembered hitting his head. Oh my god his head. The memories were coming back now. Santanna, the cheerios, the jocks, the slushy, the dirt, and the the pee balloons. I looked down. They must have cleaned us up. I was wearing the ugliest hospital gown ever. I remembered the hurt in his eyes when I looked at him. How could I just break his heart? Then it hit me; I was supposed to break up with artie and I didn't. My mom will be here any minute and if artie is here I'm screwed. I looked over. That had to be his bed. His broken glasses were on the chair. But where is he? I could hear the heart monitor speed up as I looked out the window.  I couldn't take all the pain and hurt anymore. I couldn't wake up another day in my house and get called out of my name and going to school like nothing happens. Going to school pretending to be someone I'm not. It sucks to feel worthless for so long and then come here and feel even worse. I climbed onto the window sill and open the window. I looked down. I was pretty high but it doesn't matter because soon it will be all over. I turned around because I felt someone watching me. Artie was sitting wide eyed in the door way. He started to inch toward me without his eyes leaving mine.

"Hazel think about this", he said.

"I have for so long"

"You have so much to live for"

"Not when you can't be yourself and feel like you're welcomed wherever you go"

"I accept you for who you are... you know that ", he said sternly

He was almost near me now and reached down to grab my hand.

"I'm sorry "

I jumped. It all happened so fast I can't really tell what happened when. I heard artie scream no and grab my arm and pull me up as hard as he could. I heard several loud cracks and when I was back into the room he was on the floor screaming in agony. I was terrified. Arties mom, my mom and a few nurses ran into the room obviously confused. When they saw artie on the ground the nurses put him on to one of the beds and ran him out of the room. I broke down crying.  Why do I mess everything I touch up? Why do I put my problems on to other people like it's there problem to? God I'm such a bad person. I don't deserve artie. He deserves someone else and I deserve to be alone. My mom and arties mom and I all hugged hoping everything would be ok.  Eventually we stopped and they wanted to know what happened. I decided we might be here a while so, I started at the beginning.

*6 hours later*

"I'm so sorry hazel", said my mother at last.

"It's ok I guess. I just wanted to tell you."

"Hazel you and your mother can stop by my office anytime. All you need is for someone to talk to. That's normal. However what you did is a sign or severe depression. You definitely need a therapist."

"Thanks Mrs. Abrams"

A doctor came in.

"Family of artie Abrams?"

"That's us ", said Mrs. Abrams.

"I have good and bad news"

My heart started to pound.

"Artie broke several bones in his legs. He has severe bruising from his lower back down..."

Arties mom began to cry. I held mine in. I had to stay strong. We haven't even heard the good news....