A/N: To avoid confusion--this chapter is written from the POV of a random hospital worker who mans the front desk.
There's a boy who comes here everyday.
He passes by the check-in desk every time, and goes directly to the same room. I've watched him since that first day.
When they brought in the girl.
The only thing I know was that there was some sort of vehicle accident. The doctors wheeled her in and suddenly the room was filled with yelling, frantic madness.
Somebody made a phone call, and minutes later the boy was there.
He was told to wait.
I felt bad for him, no one told him anything. I couldn't tell him anything, I didn't have any information.
He sat, motionless, for hours.
Slowly, others came. I assume they were friends of the girls, because they comforted the boy, and asked me what was happening.
"I'm sorry," was the only thing I could say. "I don't know. The doctors are doing everything they can."
I hate when I have to say that.
Five, six hours. The friends left, but left me their contact info and asked for updates. I replied with 'as soon as anything is learned.' The boy stayed. I brought him some water, but I don't think he even noticed.
When the door to the operating room opened, the boy jumped to his feet. The doctor had a solemn look.
I've seen that look far too many times.
He crossed the room with long steady strides, pulling off his face mask in the process. I couldn't help but notice his sleeves, stained red.
The doctor put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and they began speaking in low voices. They talked for a while. As they talked, the nurses took the girl out of the operation room and down the hall.
She lived.
As I watched, the boy's face, already serious, seemed to fold in on itself.
Bad news.
Eventually, the boy nodded stiffly, thanked the doctor profusely and came to me.
"I've been granted permission to see a patient," he said stiffly. "Her name's Amanda. Amanda Fabbro."
"Of course," I replied. "If you would just fill out this form..."
I hand him the piece of paper, then glance at the top of it as he hands it back.
"Right this way...Noah."
A/N: So the title of this book will make more sense as the story progresses, and in the meantime--NOMANDA ANGST yeah...sorry not sorry, love u guys 💚
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Nomanda-Let Her Go
FanficBut you only need the light when it's burning low... Only miss the sun when it starts to snow... Only know you love her when you let her go... And Noah let her go. Or, Amanda gets into an accident and Noah blames himself.
