Aria's POV:
We drove back to the hospital at around 9am - but to be honest, nothing had changed at all. Rather than a sense of ease and stability, there was an aura of worry and fear that filled the air, more so than it did in the early hours of this morning.
Monika, Selina, Angel and Rosalie stayed at my house for the night; not that any of us had a wink of sleep.
The nightmares. They consumed us. The future, our futures, Mitchell's...future, and even the smallest,most unexpected ideas popped into our heads when we closed our eyes, awakening the rest with a scream or cry of terror.
Ishmael and Ramon collected us once again, this time bringing Abram who'd not been with us the night before.
"What time's his surgery?" Monika asked.
"They should have started it minutes ago." Ishmael replied, "By the time we get there, it'll probably be over with."
Minutes seemed small in theory, but every passing second, let alone minute in that treacherous car ride felt like forever.
"You okay Aria?" Ishmael asked.
I noticed his eyes looking over at me through the mirror, concerned yet fearful.
I replied with a nod,
"Just gonna try and get some shut eye."
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Mitchell's POV:
Where was I?
No wait - where am I?
My eyes were shut, and as much as I strained, they remained closed. I tried to inhale, and although I knew I was breathing, I couldn't feel the oxygen entering my nostrils.
Okay, let me try and move my fingers.
Nope, nothing.
Guess I'm dead then. No wait, I can't be dead. How am I thinking to myself now? Oh fuck, what about Aria? I was in the car with her and then it crashed and then-
Ohhh shit now I get it.
I'm dead. Or in hospital. But dead seems more likely.
Wait, what was I thinking of agai...ARIA.
ARIA.
What had happened to her!?
Hold u- hold up. I'm starting to hear things..
Doc-castr-antibio-trans - WHAT WERE THESE PEOPLE DOING?!
H-hey what's that smell? Its like sweet but like my eyes are tired butfdnghbd.....
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(Mitchell's 'Dream')
"Hey get away from her!!" I shouted, pushing him back, knocking his brandishing weapon of ego and talk to the ground.
He lay flat, his jaw audibly popped and seemed, in a way, visually distorted and mangled.
I'd stayed silent long enough. I wasn't going to just stand back and let him abuse her, verbally or physically, for any longer.
"Stay out of this bastard." He said, rubbing his jaw, and standing back up again. His six foot large frame towered over me, I was fairly tall but compared to him I felt belittled. But that wasn't going to stop me
Not again.
Instead, I walked up to him, almost nose to nose and looked up to him without an ounce of fear in my eyes and spoke,
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Teen FictionDon't find love. Let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love. It's because you don't force yourself to do it, You just fall...
