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The light was coming at me faster and faster. I could hear Dylan. "Close your eyes Sam. Close your eyes."
I wake up. There are people rushing around me. I'm staring up at the celling. I can hear sirens.
"Where's Dylan?" I scream. "Where's my brother?" No one answers me. I touch my head and look at my fingers. They're layered in thick crimson now. I look around. There's Dylan. They're pumping his chest. Compressions. "DYLAN!" I scream. He doesn't answer. "DYLAN! WAKE UP!" the EMTs take a tube and put it down his throat. I scream but it sounds drowned out. I grab his hand. Dylan. I did this.
We get to the hospital. Mom and Dad are there waiting. They're saying something but I don't listen. I'm focused on Dylan. The doctors turn him away from me and take him down a separate hall. They're screaming about cracking his chest. He lost too much blood. I scream for him. "Dylan!" I try to stand up but I fall down. The doctors put a mask on me. "Dylan!" I scream. "Dylan."
"SAMANTHA!" I woke with a jolt. "SAMANTHA!" I was in my mother's arms. "Samantha." I stopped shaking and felt the tears on my cheeks.
"Dylan." I whispered into her shirt. "Dylan what did I do." She rubbed my hair.
I got up and got dressed, grabbed my visitors card from my bureau, and took the bus to the hospital. I couldn't drive today.
I took the elevator to the third floor and walked to his room. Nancy, our favorite nurse was there, talking to him. He was laying still as ever. He looked like himself, but he didn't have his contagious smile.
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"Samantha! What a lovely surprise! Dylan and I were just talking about the terrible job the Yankees are doing this year. It's a good day with him today. I'll leave you to it." She got up from where she was sitting and motioned for me to take her place. I smiled at her as she left.
"Hey Dyl. Nancy is the best, isn't she?" I paused to give him a chance to answer. "Yeah, I think so too." I grabbed his hand. "Your scars are getting better. You look great. Still handsome as ever." I paused. "Yeah, chicks do dig scars." I touched his cheek. "I am so sorry. I am so sorry Dyl. I am so so so sorry. You should be in New York. You should be a big shot lawyer. I'm so sorry Dyl. Please wake up. Please Dyl. I love you." I felt a faint squeeze in my hand. "I know. I know you're there. I know."
The doctors had studied his brain waves and found that his brain was still working, there were just things going wrong so he couldn't wake up.
"Hey so, I got a job! Nannying actually." I paused for him to say something. "Yeah I know! It's crazy! Sarcastic Sam finally got a job." I looked at him, hoping for some sort of reaction. When I didn't get one, i continued.
"But hey, listen, the family is so interesting. The kids are great. The little boy is just like you. He's got brown curly hair and beautiful green eyes just like his father. He runs around in his underwear because he's a superhero. And the girl, oh she's the happiest little baby you've ever seen! She giggles at everything. I hate the mother though, she's a total bitch. She yells at the little boy for using his imagination. I don't understand her and I don't like her, but it's not my place to judge and if Mr.Styles likes her she must have some redeeming qualities. Oh! Mr.Styles! He's british and like really intimidating. He's so handsome. I mean it Dyl, like straight out of 'Sexy British Guys Daily'. He tries to act tough but you can tell he's a total softy when it comes to things he loves. And-" Someone cleared their throat behind me. I whipped around and none other than Harry Styles was standing in the doorway to the room. He looked fantastic. He was wearing scrubs and a lab coat. How could someone make that look good? I stood up.
"Holy shit! Dr. Styles!" I said, still shocked.
"Samantha, hi. Dylan's being monitored by me because I inserted repaired his aorta a couple weeks back. I should have figured he was your brother." He said, walking into the room. He picked up Dylan's chart. "Sorry to disappoint, but 'Sexy British Guys Daily' hasn't yet contacted me for a photo shoot." He said, smirking and looking up from the chart. He walked to the opposite side of Dylan's bed and listened to his heart.
"I am so so sorry you heard that I had no idea that you even worked here please don't fire me I'm so sorry please I-"
"Sam, it's ok. I agree with most of it. Melanie is a raging bitch most of the time, she wasn't always that way. And, I am extremely good looking." He said, chuckling. He checked his watch. "Do you have your car?" He asked.
"No, I took the bus." I said, running my hands through my hair.
"Alright then, I'll give you a ride to my house. It's almost 6 anyway. Give me a minute to pack my stuff. Dylan looks good." Before I could protest, he walked away. I turned to Dylan.
"You could have said something!" I screamed at him. I swear I saw him smirk.
