Just another love story.

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Winter break is in two days and Toby and I have been planning to see each other again. My mom is going up to New York with Melissa because she wants to see her apartment and all of that fun stuff. My mom invited me to go with her so I could see Toby again (I know weird right). We're leaving right when I get back from school the day break starts so we will get there by the time the sun goes down.
The next two days were the longest days I've ever experienced. I kept waiting and waiting just for this one day, but I now know I shouldn't have. Little did I know that it would be the worst day of my life.
The last day of school before break was a weird day, almost none of my teachers were there, half the school was gone too, and everything was a little off that day. When the final bell rang I basically ran to my car and possibly drove slightly over the speed limit. I was just way to excited to finally see Toby again, to finally talk to him in person.
It takes around four and a half hours to get to the place we are going so I decided to watch movies in the car to make time pass quicker. First I watched beauty and the beast because it's my favorite Disney movie, then I watched if I stay, I may have cried a little. By the time that movie was over there was a little less than an hour left so I decided to just go on my phone for the rest of the trip.
We got to the hotel me and my mom were staying at and I quickly put all of my stuff where it's supposed to be and changed into different clothes since I was previously wearing sweatpants and a big t-shirt. I put on my jeans, a blue sweater, and ankle boots and waited for my mom to get ready. Her and Melissa are having dinner with Ian at some fancy restaurant and Im meeting Toby there and then we are gonna do something I'm not sure what yet, he said it was a surprise.
After about twenty minutes of impatiently waiting, we finally left. We got to the restaurant and I told my mom she can go inside since I was waiting for Toby outside but apparently she didn't want me to wait alone. Then I saw him across the street next to some sort of food cart and he started walking towards me. I walked quickly towards him too, I would have ran but there was snow on the ground so it was slippery. I heard something and I turned my head, I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at Toby again, but it was too late to warn him.
I couldn't move, I'm not sure why because I really wanted to. I needed to go to him, see if he was okay. But I couldn't move, is it because of the shock? or the fact I'm scared out of my mind? or maybe because I know the person I love most in this world could be dead? I dropped to my knees, I saw my mom come towards me but the EMTs made her move out of the way. I'm not sure why they're focused on me when there's a guy who just got hit by a car laying in the road. Then I looked down and there was blood everywhere and some sort of car part, I think it's the window, I can't be sure my vision is going blurry. Apparently it hit me on the top of my head, probably a factor as to why I couldn't move. I heard an ambulance leave, most likely the one with Toby in it, then they took me into one and everything went black.

I opened my eyes and see hospital curtains, pain charts, and flowers and balloons everywhere. Great this is real. My head is pounding but I don't want to move, so I just stared at the ceiling, constantly wondering if Toby was okay. I heard the door open and my mom came in,
"Spencer, oh my god, are you okay? how do you feel? do you need anything?"
"Is Toby okay?" it was hard to talk, it hurt my head even more. She just stared at me and didn't answer, she's making me worried, why won't she answer.
"He's slightly okay.. He's in a mild coma, the doctors say he should wake up any day now but they've been saying that for the past week."
"Week? how long have I been here?"
"A week."
"Can I have some aspirin please, I have the worst headache." As she left I couldn't help but wonder if this is the horrible thing 'A' did to me, or if this just happened and there's still more bad to come.
The next week I visited Toby everyday, three times a day, hoping that I'll be there and he will wake up and everything will be okay again. They transferred me and him to the rosewood hospital at some point of my unconsciousness, me to be closer to home and Toby because his mom trusted those doctors more.
Everyday I would wake up, eat breakfast, go to the hospital, leave, go back to the hospital, leave again, go back to the hospital for the last time of the day, then go home. It was like I was living my life on repeat, day after day, the same thing.
Now it's been three weeks since I've woken up, and I'm getting worried Toby may not. The doctors said any day now, two week ago. School starts again in five days, and I know if he isn't awake by then I won't be able to concentrate well knowing he's here. The next three days were exactly like the past fourteen, but the fourth day wasn't.