Amy's Dream:
I slowly sat up in my comfy bed, my short brown hair getting in my eyes. I sweep it out of the way and quietly yawn, and silent scream for coffee as I like to call it. I had the sudden urge to look out of my window. I walk to my window only to see a man walking across the road. Suddenly a car came out of nowhere...
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Screech! Amy jolted awake, immediately running to her freshly decorated window. She saw a rusty Nissan X-trail with a small dent on the front bumper. Soon the X-trail sped away, revealing something shocking. A man, in the middle of the road, lying in a pool of blood, with his limbs contorted into inhuman positions. But it wasn't any ordinary man, this was the man from Amy's dream. Amy bolted outside like a cheetah. The man was wearing a red flannel and black skinny jeans. He had raven black hair and chocolate brown eyes that were struggling to stay open.
The average height man was slowly losing consciousness. Amy swiftly pulled out her phone and dialled 911. Within minutes Amy heard sirens and saw flashing red and blue lights. While the paramedics took the dying man to the ambulance, something fell from the bloke's pocket. His wallet. Amy snuck over to the wallet and opened it. She immediately looked at his driver's license.
"Mark, Mark Fischbach?" Amy stated, "He's 27 as well?" Soon the ambulance drove away and the sound of sirens and the flashing lights of the vehicle faded.
"I don't know what I'd do if I found out that poor man is dead," Amy stuttered, tearing up at what she just said. Amy dashed into her empty house and got a blue, ballpoint pen and a pristine piece of white of paper. She soon started to write a letter of sympathy to the man supposedly named Mark .
'Dear Mark Fischbach,
I know we just met but, I can tell know you didn't deserve this. You seem like lovely man to get to know. I am very sorry that this happened to you.
From Amy Nelson.'
As Amy finished writing, her tears were gone. She had suddenly felt happy for the first time that day. Amy concluded that she would visit Mark later.
Mark slowly woke with a stiffness in his right arm. He didn't remember much from earlier, but he had remembered that a brunette beauty had saved him.
"Oh! Mr Fischbach, you're finally awake." A brown haired surgeon said with an Irish accent.
"Silly me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Doctor Sean W. McLoughlin. I will be your orthopaedic surgeon while you are in this condition." Doctor McLoughlin was interrupted mid-sentence by three quiet knocks on the room's door.
"That must be Miss Nelson." Sean said quiet enough so that only the two men in the room could hear. He opened the door to find Amy standing in the corridor.
"This is Miss Amy Nelson. She is the lovely lady that called 911." Doctor McLoughlin presented Amy.
"So this is the beautiful lady that saved my life." Mark instantly covered his face with his unrestricted hand to hide the fact that he was blushing.
"I'm flattered." Amy responded with her left hand on her chest and the other behind her back. Mark turned his head to the room's window and sighed.
"When will I stop falling for you?" He whispered fondly, Amy was the girl of Mark's dreams, the one he always looked for but never found. Mark faced Amy, she was sitting in the armchair next the the bed, looking at the vase full of orchids and pansies that Mark presumed she bought. There is a note beside the vase, and he reads it.
"Amy," Mark murmurs, and she glances at him, "Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome."
