Sarah POV-
I woke up, seeing my boyfriend sound asleep next to me, and a beeping sound ringing in my ears. I groaned, then a shut off my alarm.
"Babe!" I groaned. "What?" He whined. "Up and at 'em." I said, then rolled myself out of bed.
"Wow, not even a good morning kiss. I see how it is." He said. I rolled my eyes, got up, then kissed him passionately. "Better?" I asked as we departed. "Better than I thought it would be!" He said happily, then got out of bed.
I quickly changed, then put some makeup on, and lightly curled my hair. Ross soon joined me and looked at me and himself in the mirror. "Beautiful." He murmered. "Thanks." I said with a smile. "I wasn't talking to you." He said as he checked himself out. "Oh really? Nice hair." I said as I pointed out his bed head. "Thank you I did it myself." He joked. I couldn't help but laugh.
After a couple minutes, we were both dressed and ready to go. I grabbed my suitcase, and Ross did the same. We walked them down the stairs, and saw everyone else packing in the car. "About time!" Ashley yelled as she closed the trunk. "Oh shush, we were tired!" I said. "So were we!" She snapped back. I rolled my eyes.
"Here's our schedule," Riker handed to me, "It says what times we have to leave, and be there."
"Thanks!" I said to him. I took out my phone as I held the paper loosely in my hand. I checked the time which read, 11:42. That's when I felt the paper fly out of my hand and onto the street.
Crap!
I chased after it, and all I heard was a honk of a horn, and my name being called.
That's when something hit my head hard, and it all went black.
Ross POV-
"Sarah!" I yelled, then I saw my girlfriend get hit by a car, right in the middle of the head as she bent over to get the flying paper.
I ran after her, seeing her head was bloody. "Someone call 911!" I shouted. Riker quickly pulled his phone and dialed the three numbers. "It's gonna be ok," I sobbed to my unconscious girlfriend. "Everything is going to be ok alright?"
We arrived at the hospital, I went in the ambulance, not letting go of Sarah's hand.
"Honey," I heard my mom say after we entered the hospital. "We have to go."
"No!" I shouted. "I'm not leaving without her! So you can either go without me, or cancel the damn thing!"
She nodded her head. "O-ok." She stuttered, then walked back to my father. I couldn't stand the thought of this. I didn't want to think about it, but it wouldn't escape my mind
Pretty soon, we were able to go into Sarah's room. I was nervous has heck.
What will she say? What will she do? Will she remember me? Will she remember anybody?
I slowly walked into the door, and saw a confused girl trying to change the channel on the tv.
"Sarah!" I nearly shouted. Her head jolted in my direction, and she suddenly looked scared. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong room." She said. "N-no I don't think so." I said with a confused look on my face.
"I think you do." She said. "I don't remember you."
I literally felt my heart break into a million pieces.
A/N:
Woah this is sad:(
Sorry for the short chapter! Probably not gonna update over the weekend because I have softball! But I'll try my best!
I love you all so much!!
-Sarah:)
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