Blue is the Warmest Color✔

Chapter 12

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"What the? Hello?" I tried to say but all that came out was air. My eyes fluttered open. Where am I? What the heck? I immediately sat up and looked around, panicking "Trace, calm down you're in a hospital. Doctor! I need a doctor!" Someone said I kept freaking out "where am i!!" Again only air and a little noise.

I began to violently cough. I felt hands on me and a coolness in my blood. My eyes became heavy and I laid back down. "B looc fysh sshh." I mumbled. My eyes became fuzzy and watery. I could make out a figure. Who is that? I heard a slight mumble I tossed my head around trying to see better but nothing was working.

"Ccs... calm... safe...bljdid." everything was molding together, all the words, the objects. Ugh, what is happening to me?!!

"Hhhh hhhh hh." I tried saying something again after everything was silent buy couldn't. "I'm here Trace." Someone said. "He.. He.. helllllooo?" I finally sputtered out. "Trace, your in a hospital. You've been in a coma for a few days. You, you uhhh.. ahem..." their voice was breaking. "I'll have to call you back later, you're breaking up." I said clearer than I thought I would.

I heard a chuckle. I didn't get the joke. "You fell an shit your head on the edge of a counter at the lake house. The doctors said you had a severe panic attack and fell and hit your head."

My vision started to clear up a little. I saw a glimpse of blue. "Who are you?" I asked. "Its Carter. Remember? Your boyfriend?" The guy whispered that last part. "My boyfriend is Chuck." I said weakly. "What?" The person said, their voice shaking. "Yeah, and do you know where my friends are? I can't believe I was in a coma for my birthday. Ugh, this sucks!"

"Trace.." then I heard footsteps and silence. Great, not even this mystery kid claiming to be my boyfriend wanted to visit me. I should call Britt.  I found the nurse button and pressed it.

"Ah, Ms. Tracie. What can I do?" The lady asked. "Can I call a friend?" I asked. "Sure. Here is your phone." She said handing a bag to me "thanks." I said. She nodded and left.

Riing.. riing.. ri..
"Hello? Trace what do you want?"
"Wow, don't have to be so rude to your bff."
"Umm, you're not my bff anymore, ever since you wore SWEATPANTS to school."
"Girl, I would never do that."
"Um,  yeah you would, and you did, don't you remember?"
"Uhh, no. I was just told that I've been in a coma for a few days."
"Really? Omg what happened?"
"Well some guy, claiming to be my boyfriend btw, said I hit my head on a counter at a lake house and had like a major panic attack or something."
"Omg Really?"
"Yes Really! And right on my bday too! This sucks!"
"So what's the last thing you remember?"
"Driving to school in my hot ass outfit. And getting gifts from everyone."
"Ooh, well it's summer now, and Chuck really wants to see you! And we're having a party this weekend, you should totes come!!"
"Aww Chuck misses me!! And I will def be at that party if I'm out of this hospital."
"Yeah gurlll!!"
"Ok, I gotta go ttyl babe."
"Ttyl."

Omg, Chuck misses me!! That's soo sweet! That kid looked familiar, I'll ask Chuck about him. I should call him!

Ri..
"Uhh Trace?"
"Yeah it's me babe."
"Babe?"
"Yeah, you're my boyfriend aren't you?"
"Is this a joke?"
"No? Why would this be a joke?"
"Uhh, no reason. Hold on, someone is calling me."
"Ok"

"I'm back, it was just Brit, you were in a coma?!"
"Yeah crazy right, and this weird kid with blue hair said that HE was my boyfriend, can you believe that?!!"
"No, I can't. Blue hair you say??"
"Yeah I think he said his name is Carter or some shit."
"Huh, ok, well what hospital are you at I want to come visit you."
"I'll text the address."
"Ok, be right there, bye"
"Love you, bye."
"Love you too"

"Nuuurse!!" I shouted. She came rushing in. "Yes?" She asked. "Uh when can I go home?"
"When a legal parent or guardian signs you out."
"Ugh, ok."
She walked out annoyed.

The kid with blue hair came back with something in his hands. "Ugh, what do you want?" I ask annoyed by his vaguely familiar presence "here, I brought pictures." He said. "We of what?! And you should probably leave before my boyfriend Chuck gets here because he'll kill you."

I could see his eyes watering.
"What is your problem?" I ask disgusted. "This, this is my problem." He said handing me pictures I examined them. "These.. these are.."
"Of us." He says. There's one on a cliff overlooking a sunset and we're watching it, one where we're in my room and taking a selfie of us kissing.

"What the fuck, are these photoshopped?" I ask.

"No, these are us"