Willow

Chapter 11

"Get the f*** of me you stupid, arrogant, big headed, cow!" I screamed.
"Woah, baby. Chill. Now pumpkin, do you want some water?" Hannah soothed, poking my nose.
"Cutie," she giggled.
"What the actual f*** do you think you're doing?" I shouted pulling away from her grasp.
"Elliot!" Mr Jefferson scolded.
"Well I'm sorry..." I muttered.
"Mr Waters?" I heard a voice call. I looked over to the door and saw a stern looking doctor standing in the doorway.
"Ahem. Right this way please sir," he said disappearing. Standing up, I followed him along the corridor. Noticing the same doctor, I entered the room he went in.
"Take a seat, Mr Waters," He said. His voice was flat and monotone, with no expression.
"So as you know, your friend is it?" He asked. Seeing me nod, he continued talking.
"Well she hit her head. She had already damaged her head this morning, so this injury caused more damage than it could have had to some other people. She is in a coma. I'm afraid to say, but she has about a 5% chance of surviving. I'm sorry," He announced sympathetically.
"F-five percent?!" I screamed. "Only 5?!?!"
"I'm sorry," he repeated.
I stumbled towards the door and turned the handle.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"To see my best friend!" I shouted, slamming the door in his face. I knew it wasn't his fault, but I wanted someone to blame. Someone to shout at and be angry with. Tears streamed down my face as I ran blindly down the corridor until I saw her room. I sped along to the door and entered quietly. A doctor was stood beside her, taking her temperature. She nodded when I asked if I could be alone with Willow.
"Willow, I know you might not be able to hear me, but just know that I love you. This is hurting me so much to know that this may be the last time I see your gorgeous emerald green eyes, your perfect smile, hear your sweet voice. I may never get the chance to share a McDonald's milkshake with you, or hear you play your guitar. Maybe you won't recover. But I'll be here. Waiting. And if you don't wake up, I'll still be waiting. Waiting till the day I die so we can be reunited once again, only this time, in heaven. If you die, then I know you'll be happy with your mum and real dad, watching over me as a perfect, gorgeous angel. I love you, my little Willow Tree. You're my best friend," I said, whispering the last part. A doctor came in and told me I would have to go home as visiting time ended an hour ago. I took the bus, thinking of her the whole way home...
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By the way, Elliot's last name is Waters, in case you were wondering.
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