Luna opens her eyes slowly and she sees white walls, white sheets, and the guy who saved my life sleeping in the chair right next to her. She tries to get up and she guesses she made a lot of noise because the guy woke up and said
"Woah don't get up, you have a cut in your head and it was pretty deep so they slipped you into a coma, surprising that your awake."
"Yeah.....sadly" Luna says looking out the window right next to her bed.
"They found cuts up and down your arms so they put a badged on them....how did they get there?" The guys says wondering.
"I don't even know you" she whispers still looking out the window.
"Well you are gonna know me because I work here and I was assigned your care taker but only for a little bit, they just want to make sure your ok so do you have a extra room?" He said
"Um you have to get your own bed, but yeah I have 2 rooms, one bathroom, one kitchen, and one living room." Luna replied not very happy about the situation but what could she do.
"Great, well give me your key and I will start moving in and I will come pick you up after ok?" The guy said
"I don't even know your name?" Luna said confused.
"Brandon" He said
"Luna" Luna replied
"Well just wait a couple hours" Brandon said while walking out. Luna had the same feeling like at the coffee shop which she thinks he works at part time but she still hates this feeling because she hasn't felt it before.
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Ficção Adolescente"Living hurts everyone.....Dying just hurts me" -Luna David