The Perfect Guy

The Hospital Visit

   “Maria??? Maria???” I groan and open my eyes and see Macie, and my other best friend Jenny.

   I’m in some type of bed in an unfamiliar room. “Where am I?”

   “Oh Maria you’re ok! It’s us! You’re at the hospital! You got hurt really bad at the party. You’ve been passed out for hours!”

   My head is pounding, and I look down to see an IV in my arm. Oh, no. I feel sick. I can’t deal with IV’s. They scare me so much. Ever since the accident with my grandma when I was 7 years old, I’ve been terrified of blood, and needles remind me of it.

   “Guys, help me take this off.” Jenny looks at me in confusion and surprise. “No you need to have that, you lost a lot of blood.” “PLEASE DON’T SAY THAT I’LL FREAK OUT.” “It seems like you’re already freaking out…"

   I look around the room, trying to relax and keep from crying. My face is tingling, the feeling I get when I start thinking about blood. I’m getting a bit dizzy. Trying to calm down, I reach for the water that is on the table nearby. I pour a bit in my mouth, but it’s really hard to drink, because I can’t move my head.

   “My head hurts a lot. Where are all the doctors?”

   “I don’t know, but they told us we could stay here until you wake up.”

   “Well I’m awake now, so can one of you guys go find a doctor and tell them?” They say ok, and leave the room, reassuring me that everything is going to be fine, and not to mess with my IV.

   Now that they’re gone, I can think. How did this happen? I remember being at the party… and I was talking to someone… but I don’t remember who. I think there was a fight going on too… That’s it! The plant fell on me when two guys knocked it over! But who was the person I was talking to? I think it was a guy. Yes, I’m pretty sure. I hate not being able to remember… But I think I liked him! What was his name…?

 I look on the table where I got my water, and I see a letter. Hmm… It is written on a plain piece of paper, in sloppy looking boy handwriting.

 Maria,

I really hope you’re ok. I wanted to come with you to the hospital, but the ambulance wouldn’t let me ride with you… neither would your friend Macie. And when I tried to drive to the hospital, they wouldn’t let me visit you. Something about an emergency… I had to scribble this down on a piece of paper and hand it to the nurse so you could read it. I hope you get this…I wish I could’ve stopped you from getting hurt or been hit instead of you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. I hope we can talk again… in a better place. I’ll come and visit you later today.

Mike

 

   That’s right! This is the guy from the party... The one that looks like Darren Criss. What if he can sing, and his personality is like Darren’s too?? He seemed so nice! And he even left me this little note!   I smile, holding the note in my hand. It’s nice to have someone who cares. I mean, I know Jenny and Macie care, but it seems like no one else does. And sometimes it seems like I only have one friend, that Jenny isn’t truly my friend. I know Macie is, though. 

   Oh, who am I kidding. Darren is never going to just show up. The only way he will ever even know who I am is if I meet him at one of his concerts or Broadway shows. I just wish things were different. I wish I had my iPod!

   Groaning in frustration, I slap the blankets. OW! The IV is pulling on my arm. Looking down, I see blood... Feeling tears in my eyes, I start to cry.