Amour

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Fiona stared longingly out the limousine window. She wished to be back at home. She wasn't quite sure why, but something inside of her told her that she should stay home, even though she couldn't.

Lost in her thoughts, she jumped when there was a crash into the back of the limousine. "Oh!" she shouted, scrambling worriedly to get out of the limo. She rounded to the back and found a boy, a real handsome boy, laying limply on top of his bike. He was bleeding from his head, and he was unconscious.

Fiona ran to where she had been sitting in the limo, unzipped her suitcase, and grabbed a purple dress. She ran back to the handsome boy and sat down beside him, using the dress to attempt to clot the knot in his head. She brushed some hair out of his face and stared at him.

Wow. He was really, really handsome.

Wait. She recognized this boy.

He was the boy she used to play with in the backyard, the boy she used to play ocean, pirates, forest, house, anything they wanted. He used to live next to her, but one day her parents banned her from seeing him. She remembered his unique, special, heart clenching name exactly.

"Azariah?" she whispered softly, tears welling in her eyes. As if on cue, Azariah's eyes fluttered open and he stared up at her. "What happened?" he asked groggily.

Fiona took the dress off his head for a minute and examined it. Blood was soaked into the silk and Fiona cringed at the thought of her parents' reaction to the ruined dress. But Fiona didn't care. She hadn't seen Azariah in forever. He was her first friend, and her first love, and she couldn't drive away and let him bleed out. She finally spoke. "You-your bike slammed into the back of our limo," she said queitly. She then shouted at him, "you gotta be more careful!"

"Ow!" he yelped. Fiona gasped and looked at him as he winced in pain and slapped his hand against the knot. He took his hand away and looked at it, and pure fear came over his face. "H-help," he stuttered. Fiona snaked her arm around him and hoisted him off the ground. His touch was electrifying. She felt butterflies dance around in her stomach as she opened the trunk which led to a small bedroom in the limo. "Make yourself at home," she told Azariah, and the second he hit the mattress he was asleep.

Fiona smiled weakly and made her way back to her seat. "Nearest hospital, please," she said to the driver, looking back at Azariah worriedly. He was still asleep, no more damage done. Fiona looked out the window and saw all the tall buildings that towered over the limo. She tried to savor every moment she wasn't at that stupid finishing school. She didn't understand why she even had to go. She liked being outside, and her judgy, perfect parents should be okay with it. One speck of dirt in the house, and Remi would screech at Fiona while Damon would pound his fist on the table.

When they arrived at the hospital, Fiona gently woke Azariah. His eyelids fluttered open and his ice blue eyes met hers, and they stared at each other for a second, taking in all that was happening.

Their faces turned red and they looked away. Fiona cleared her throat.

"We're at the hospital. I-I thought I'd take you, you seemed injured," she said, beginning to help him out of the car. He blinked rapidly, eyes wide in shock. "I am? I don't feel pain," he said. Azariah then reached his hand up to his forehead, feeling about, smearing blood all over his face. He's definitely in shock, Fiona thought to herself. She then more hurriedly rushed him inside the hospital.

Seeing Azariah looking like he'd dipped his face in a pool of blood, the wait was unsurprisingly short. Azariah was taken back to the room, where the doctor examined his head and did some short tests. All the while Fiona sat with him, her breathing quick, her palms sweating, her stomach churning. The doctor nodded and came to his conclusion.