[5] Crash pt. 2

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'If I should die and leave you here a while, be not like others sore undone, who keep long vigil by the silent dust. For my sake turn again to life and smile, nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do something go comfort other hearts than mine. Complete these dear unfinished task of mine and I perchance may therein comfort you.'

Pain. Pain was all I felt. Where was all this pain coming form? I would cry but tears won't fall. Am I dead? Am I in limbo? Where's my daughter? Where is everyone?
"How is she?" That voice was so familiar, who did it belong to? Did I know this person? I want to wake up from thus dream. Please I don't like it here. It's so dark and cold and I keep hearing laughter. "If you can hear me Y/N, please wake up. I don't know what to do without you." I felt a kiss being placed on my forehead. I opened my eyes maybe that's what it took to wake me up. I saw a blurry image in front of my face.
"Mom?" My voice came out as a whisper.
"Y/N you're awake." I started crying I didn't know what else to do. "Hey it's okay. Are you okay?" My vision cleared and I saw Lauren standing next to my hospital bed. "Y/N, can you hear me?" I watched as Lauren run to the door and I saw a doctor run in.
"Y/N if you can hear me squeeze my hand." I squeezed the doctor's hand. "Are you in pain?" What do you think dumbess? I was in a damn car accident. I just nodded. "I need twenty cc." I shook my head quickly.
"I don't want to go to sleep again. Where's Reagan?"
"She's with Dinah and Mani in the cafe." I heard the door open and Reagan ran in jumping into Lauren's arms.
"Mommy!" She squealed. "Look mommy I got butterflies on it. And people's name." She lifted up her arm with the cast on it.
"I see baby girl."
"Yours isn't like mine. Can I draw on it?"
"Maybe later." I wheezed out. It hurt to talk or breath and laugh for that matter.
"I'm tired."
"You're going to be tired for a while."
"I love you."
"I love you too and I'm glad you're okay."
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A/N: This sucks I'm sorry. But I'm running out of ideas if any one has any comment or message me.

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