A/N:(Y/M/F/N) = Your mom's first name. (Y/M/L/N) = Your mom's last name. (Y/N) = Your name. (Y/L/N) = Your last name.
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"Curtis resident, Darrel speaking."
"Yes, this is (Y/M/F/N) (Y/M/L/N), (Y/N)'s mother. I'm calling to inform you and your friends that I'm down at the hospital with her and well, there's something you guys outta see. Bring youself and the rest of your gang down in about twenty minutes. We don't know how much times she's got left."
With a light click your mom had hung up. The whole phone call in itself replayed to him. He sank down on his chair, eyes glued to the floor. Even the banging of the door and yelling from the group didn't make him look up.
"What's wrong Darry? You look like you've seen a ghost," Soda was the first to speak.
"It's (y/n). Hop in the truck, we gotta get to the hospital."
No one questioned him, they all hopped in, some inside, the others all fit where the could back in the bed.
*The Hospital*
"Mrs (Y/M/L/N), there's a group of seven here to see Miss (Y/L/N)," the nurse said.
"Yes, I know. I called them down," she said, then turned to the boys. "She's in here, fair warning, it may make you sick. Her dad left, he couldnt stand seeing her like this." Your mom was in tears again.
The sight they came into seemed something out of a movie. There you were, lying on your back, IVs seeming to come from and going into everywhere. The blankets covered the damaged below your chest, but they didn't need to see that to know it was bad.
Your mom had been right, it was enough to make them sick. Dallas had instructed Pony to sit down cause he looked so pale.
Your eyes were closed, but they were bruised, fresh and angry shades of black and purple painted over them. Your cheeks - swollen and discolored. They could tell, just from standing there, your nose was broke.
You could hear everything.
"This ain't her, " Two-bit choked out.
"What happen?" Steve sobbed.
Your mom tried her best to steady her cracking voice, "She was Coming home from work, some guy in a pickup wasn't watching where he was going - digging for God only knows in the back seat. He swerved over the line," you could hear the tears in her voice. "She tried to avoid him - but he hit her head on."
The air was silent, you could only imagine their eyes boring into the ground.
"What's gonna happen to her?" It was Soda speaking this time.
"We don't quite know. It ain't as bad as it looks though. Her face is mostly bruises and bumps. Her legs are broken, but the doctors doubt she even feels it. They say when she went through the back window, she busted her back when she hit." The pause would have caused chills to run down anyone's spine; the atmosphere was tense and bittersweet. "She ain't gonna walk again they figure, but that's the least of their worries. It's more of her insides they're scared about. Lots of internal lacerations and head trauma. Can't live with damaged organs."
The seconds felt like hours. You didn't want them to pity you though, you didn't want or need them to cry for you. Sure sixteen isn't a lot - it ain't long enough to really be alive, you see a lot of things, all the things you never wanted to, but for you it was enough.
In your way of thinking, it was better you being the one in the crash then some married couple with little kids - you had more time than some here on this Earth. Sometimes it's just your time for goodbye.
There was a soft knock on the door, followed by a soft, yet firm voice - one of the nurses. "I hate to break this up, but she needs all the rest she can get. You have five minutes."
You could feel everyone surrounding you, whispering their favorite memories with you. Their tears dripping onto the backs of your hands and on your cheeks; each one placing a soft kiss on your head. Signifying their goodbye, not knowing if you'd make it through to tomorrow.
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