Today was our last day in D.C, saddening me that I had to go back to work. The weekend had been one of the best vacations I think I've ever been on.
Cole's mother and father had treated me like their own daughter the whole time. It was nice to know what it was like to be with a normal family.
I opened my eyes, rolling over on my side to face the one and only Cole Sprouse. His eyes were closed, his breathes slow and quiet.
I gave him one last look before standing up out of the bed we had shared, for the past couple days, searching for my hair and tooth brush.
I picked up the purple and yellow items, trudging my way through the cold hall and into the bathroom.
Flicking on the light, I shut the door behind me. I yawned, turning towards the mirror and jumping in fright. Just my reflection.
I giggled at my foolish actions, taking my brush to my hair, with a little water. I combed until all the knots were out, grabbing up a tube of Colgate.
I gently squeezed the full tube, watching as it perfectly came out on my toothbrush. I took it to my mouth and brushed once again, rinsing and spitting once I was done.
I walked over to the towel rack, wiping my mouth on the green towel. I lazily walked over to the bathroom door, unlocking it, letting out an ear piercing scream.
"God damnit Cole!" I held my hand to my heart.
Cole seemed startled himself, seeing as he jumped backwards. His body slammed against the picture frames on the wall, causing them to fall and shatter.
A door at the end of the hall slammed opened, an angry mother appearing in her robe and slippers.
Cole and I scrambled to look innocent, sadly not finding a way out of the situation.
"What the hell is going on out here?!" His mother yelled, stomping over to the mess Cole had made.
Cole and I were at a lost for words, not knowing what would be appropriate to say. This only seemed to make her angrier. "Every morning you two wake up and be as loud as you possibly can! Now you're breaking my possessions!? Go get dressed and get downstairs!"
Cole and I scrambled to the bedroom, shutting the door behind us. We looked at eachother, breaking into laughter within seconds.
"Your mom scares the shit out of me." I expressed to Cole as my ribs ached.
"You and me both." He responded, his voice hoarse from just waking up.
I blushed, mentally slapping myself for finding it so attractive. Though, my thoughts had quickly faded as I realized he was bleeding on his arm.
"Holy shit, Cole." I quietly spoke, running over and putting my hand on the wound to stop it from bleeding.
I looked down at my stomach and arms as I regained consciousness. Dried blood covered my body, causing me to regain memory of the crash.
I looked up as I heard the sound of a door sliding open. A tall, woman of color walked in with a kind smile across her face.
"Good afternoon, miss Bennett, how are you feeling?"
I looked towards the name tag clipped onto her white coat. It read Doctor Hayes.
"Fine." I scanned her face, taking in every detail.
I quickly brushed off her question. "Where's my mom? Is she okay?"
Doctor Hayes's face dropped from happy to serious. She sat on the end of my bed, placing her hand on my blanket covered leg.
"Your mother was brought into our ER about 20 minutes after you were. She was found flung around 20 feet from the car." She began, my eyes beginning to tear up.
"From the time your mother had arrived, her injuries were very extensive. She was dead by the time she had entered."
"No, you're lying." I quietly spoke.
"Miss Bennett, you have to understand–"
"No! I don't need to understand anything! I need to see my mother!" I began to pull myself up, ripping IVs from my arm.
Doctor Hayes stood up, trying to hold me down, telling me I needed to calm down and that everything would be fine. A beeping noise began to come from the machines as I hysterically fought to stand up.
My body ached, but nothing hurt more than the thought of my mother gone from my life forever.
Memories of us together flashed through my head as I screamed helplessly for her. Her putting on my little pink jacket. Her caring, blue eyes staring back at me as I stared at her with love to our last moment together. Her horrible singing voice filling the car as we sang along to the music.
I had escaped her grasp, screaming in agony as I ripped my wound open from standing. I had fallen to the ground, my blood and tears covering the floor.
Doctors had rushed in, pulling me onto a gurney and rushing me to an OR.
All I could remember before being put under was the blood gushing from my stomach.
"Ember? Are you alright?" Cole spoke.
I gasped quietly, snapping out of the memory. "Yeah–uh–yes. I'm alright. Let's go get this wound cleaned up."
He nodded skeptically, following me down the stairs.
I took a quick glance down at the scar on my stomach, being shown from the crop top I was wearing, before quickly focusing on Cole.
