I wake up.
My mouth his dry and my stomach is aching. My eyes open a little and I surprisingly see my mother sitting next to me in a chair. The surprising part is that she's sober.
I move slightly and notice that I'm in a hospital. What the hell am I-
"Jesus!" I say in pain. Everything hurts.
"Remi?" my mom whispers. I open my eyes completely.
"Yeah?" I wince.
"Oh my god! Baby, how do you feel? Do you want a nurse?"
"What happened?" My vision is still a little fuzzy and there are so many bright lights.
"You don't remember at all? You were hit by a car."
Panic rises from my core, memories coming back, and I try to sit up. "Where's Nick? What did she do to him?"
"Remi, sit down. Nick's fine. He went to get coffee with your brother a few minutes ago. He should be back soon."
"I need to- God!" Tears started forming as pain shot through me again.
"I'll get a nurse. Tell them that you're finally awake."
She rushed off. Finally?
She came back minutes later with a tall man in scrubs.
"Good evening, Remi!" he greeted far too loudly. "I'm Patrick. How are you feeling?"
I glared at him because it's obvious that I'm in pain. "Hurts."
"What hurts, honey?" He walked over and started poking and prodding me.
"Everything," I seethed.
"Well, that's normal. I'll give you a little more drugs. After all, you did break your leg and a few ribs."
"What?" I winced.
"That car didn't hit you that hard, but you were out for almost a week."
"Natalie," I mumbled as he pressed a button, making the IV bag drip more into a needle in my arm.
I passed out again.
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My eyes fluttered open and I saw Nick leaning over me.
"What the hell?"
"Remi!"
He pulled me into a gentle hug that still hurt like hell. My left side was on fire.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. Dude, I should be asking you that. I'm so sorry. I should've listened to you."
"Huh?"
"About Natalie. She's in police custody considering everyone around saw her car... And there was a camera showing her car at the stoplight you were crossing at."
I blinked slowly. "Where's... Luke?"
He looked a little hurt by my question. "Um, he should be here soon. Swim practice, I think."
I giggled, my medicine kicking in a bit. "Luke's a fishy."
"Are you okay? Do you need a nurse?"
"No. When do I go home?"
"I don't know yet. I think your mom is-"
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Remi Never Smiles ✔️
General Fiction*TRIGGER WARNING* -self-harm, suicide *this'll be kind of like Help Came. If 3 stories doesn't work out, I'll delete this* *I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. ANY INACCURATE, UNEDUCATED DEPICTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS WITHIN DO NOT ALIGN WITH MY...
