Letters I Never Sent You (✔️/Editing!)

Letter #17

Song: Weekend Woman by Weezer 

"Fell in love on a Sunday, by Monday morning I drifted away."

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I awake to my cell phone going off and my head pounding.

I sit up, holding my head and acknowledge that I'm not in the hospital, but in my own bed.

I unlock my phone and see I have 10 unread messages from Him.

Him: Hey! I need to know if you're okay. Jamie says he's sorry. Call me when you get this.

Him: I'm starting to worry, it's been 10 minutes and you haven't replied. Please tell me you don't have a concussion!

Him: Really worried now. Getting kind of sad. Reply please!

Him: Ly, are you okay? Please respond... I know you got hit in the head and everything but I didn't think it was that hard...

Him: What if it was hard enough to make you not wake up? Ever? Oh god...

Him: I'm calling. Can I call you? I really need to hear your voice and for you to tell me you're okay.

Him: Lyla, are you still sleeping? You must have really gotten hit hard if you are... Please wake up.

Him: Okay, Lyla, I'm extremely worried now. If you don't answer, I'm coming over with Ibuprofen and a bucket of water to dump on you. Don't even think I won't do it. That's how worried I am.

Him: I'll be there in 20 minutes.

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw all of the texts, but then began freaking out and getting up so he wouldn't throw a bucket of water on me, because I really did not need for that to happen.