Willow

Chapter 13

Mr Jefferson's POV:
"Andy Jefferson?" I heard a doctor call.
"Me," I replied.
"Could you please come this way? We have some things to discuss," he announced.
We entered a small, dark room with a flickering, dim light, and a desk with two chairs at one end of the room.
"Now, Andy. I understand that you have 3 of your students with you in this hospital at this moment in time. Correct?" He asked.
"Yes, Willow, Elliot and Jessii. Well used to be three. Of course now poor Willow has passed away," I whispered hanging my head.
"Incorrect," he said.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"3," he corrected. "Willow is not dead. She woke up at the last moment. Still, she may not survive, we don't know for definate, but she is awake. Unfortunately, Elliot did not know that. He has overdosed. We are trying our best, but it is unlikely that either of them will live. I'm sorry," he sighed sadly.
"Oh my god. Elliot?! No!" I shouted. I knew they weren't my family, but they meant so much to me. Poor Willow had a horrible life as it was.

Willow's POV:
I was getting better as the days went on. Eventually, I was able to eat properly and sit up by myself. Due to my head injuries, I had some memory loss. I couldn't walk or even speak well at first. That's why I only whispered to Elliot. A doctor entered my room and came and sat on a chair next to my bed.
"Hey Willow, how are you?" He asked.
"I'm fine," I replied smiling.
"Ok, good. Now listen, we didn't want to tell you straight away as you were/still are very ill and unstable. You were also very likely to have a heart attack. Now, Elliot actually overdosed last week. Don't worry, he's ok at the moment. We don't know what's wrong, but we are doing lots of tests at the moment. He isn't in a coma but is unconscious. We aren't sure if he will make it, but he's on life support," the doctor explained.
"Wait, so I almost/could've possibly KILLED my best friend?!" I shouted.
"Hey hey. It's not you're fault. He was scared senseless. Bear in mind, you nearly died. He was upset, heart broken even," the doctor reassured.
"I don't care!" I yelled.
"Calm down Willow! It's not good for you to be getting this stressed and angry in your condition," he said.
"Does it look like I f****** care?!" I screamed. I wasn't angry at him. It was my fault.
"I'll leave you to calm down Willow," the doctor muttered, and stood up and left hurriedly.
"Ugh," I groaned. Who did I even have left? No one. My stepdad certainly didn't care about me. Suddenly my phone vibrated meaning I had a text.
After seeing it was from David, I murmured, "speak of the devil."
Oi bitch! Get your lazy ass back home NOW!
I sighed, but didn't reply. Opening the drawer of the bedside table, I took out my notebook and pen, whilst putting my phone in there. Once a week I wrote a letter to my mum. I didn't send them anywhere. Sometimes I put them in a library book or burnt them, but either way, they were gone.

Dear Mum
I miss you lots and lots. So I'm in hospital right now. I had a panic attack and fainted, hitting my head. Getting a lot better every day though. Listen, I need you to make Elliot better. Please. I know you can't work miracles, but I need you to try. He overdosed when he thought I died. Even if he dies, please just look after him in heaven. I miss you Mum.
Love Willow ❤️

Grabbing an envelope, I sealed the letter up and wrote 'Mum ❤️' on the front and slid it behind the bedside table. Pulling the covers up, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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Quite a short chapter sorry. I needed to update. The reads keep going up, so thanks for that!
Love you all!
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