It's been 3 months since Ashton went to the hospital for the second time. My grades are coming back up, slowly, but there coming up. My friends said I wore lots of black but I don't do that anymore. I haven't missed any school since the accident but I still stop by to see Ashton after school everyday. "How's he doing I haven't seen him in like a month or so?" Zoe asks me. "Pretty good. He always looks tired and I don't think he always tells me how much pain he's really in."
During the last period of the day, I really wanted this class to get over with so I could see Ashton. Even though I saw him yesterday, I miss him like crazy. The phone rang, probably for an early dismissal. "Sydney? Zoe? Mrs Harris needs you in the office. Bring all your stuff with you as well." Our teacher tells us.
"I'm nervous, what if something happened to Ashton?" I barely make out. "I'm sure he's fine." She said but I could tell even she was a little unsure.
"Hello girls, I'm afraid I have some bad news..." That's all I heard before I zoned out and thought of all the possibilities of what happened to Ashton. Zoe drags me to a car then hops in next to me then we make our way to the hospital
Please Ash. Please be okay.
I need you...
