A Gay Emo Love Story

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I wake up in a hospital bed in one of those gowns that show my ass. My body is hooked up to machines. My head hurts so bad. My neck is stiff and my face is numb. I try to move but it is too hard. A nurse walks in and I quickly shut my eyes and act like I'm sleeping. I hear another walk in. 
"He just passed out" I hear one whisper.
"Really?" the other says. They sound like a man so I will just think he is.  
"Yes. It's weird. isn't it?"
"Yeah kinda."
"I think he was having some sort of panic attack because when we hooked him up his heart rate was crazy strange and his brain waves insanely out of wack."
"really? can I see his file?..."

"JESUS CHRIST!" he says a little too loud.. I almost jump. 
"I know right? It was like. Like he is two people at once I almost thought he was being possessed by his friend."
"That sounds crazy." They laugh and walk out of the door and shut it.
I open my eyes a slit so I can see if I am alone. I think I am unless someone is hiding under my bed. I look around for the bed and T.V. remote. I found the bed one. I make the bed raise up so I am in sitting motion. Weird. My hands are the only things I can move. So I just fuck around with the bed for awhile until I hear the door handle jiggle and someone walks in.
"Oh hello there." She looks like a candy person from those movies.
"I was told you were asleep. I just -" she bluses.
"I just came in to bring you a small snack for later and a new gown as well." She puts the items on the tray table next to my bed. She pushes it within arms reach. 
"I- I will leave now." She blushes and starts to walk away. 
"Hey whats your name?"
"It- it's samara."
She has beautiful black hair that sways when she walks and it is strangely long. It is pinned away from her face with neon pink and purple bobby pins. She wears a little bit of pink eyeshadow but not enough to draw attention. She wears a white shirt under a pink striped dress and black tights. Fake thigh high tights. I only know what they are because R used to wear them all the time. The dress has band buttons and a chain. hanging from her pocket. She has a small blue stripe of blue on her bangs. It is braided. Intertwining with purple and green. I can tell she is shy and probably either emo or goth. She is kind of attractive. But she doesn't strike my sexual appeal. She stands there looking away with her fingers curled together and in front of her. She has a soft voice. Almost childish.
"How old are you samara?"
"Im 17." She mumbles something and I don't catch what it is. I don't ask what she said. 
"Im Austin."
"I know."
"OH MY GOSH THAT SOUNDED STOCKERISH!" She immediately covers her face. I can see her ears turning red.
"Hey. calm down its okay. I know you probably looked at the file didn't you?"
"Yes." she said that so quiet.
"You are really pretty you know?"
"I am?"
"Yeah."
"People at my school call me an ugly scene kid."
"Are you scene? and you aren't ugly."
"I am scene. I mean i just fit into that category." There is a long pause of silence. She seems nice.
"I have to go. My cart is outside. I have a few more to hit but you are really nice and cool."
"Thanks."