The Choice

Far Too Young To Die

Bree's POV

Cole and I practically ran to his car in order to follow the ambulance. 15 minutes later, we arrived at the hospital.

The burns on Gretta's skin looked really bad, and they were giving her a lot of oxygen.

A chill went down my spine, she looked really bad.

The EMTs told me that I had just sprained my ankle, but according to the doctors, I tore my ACL, so I had to get surgery.

After I woke up I found Zack, Naomi and Cole in the room with me.

"Hey, Bree. How are you holding up?" Naomi asked.

"As good as I can, I guess. How's Gretta?"

"She's in surgery right now." Zack told me. My stomach dropped. Gretta had to be okay, she had to. She's far too young to die.

Cole stood in the corner of the room, looking resigned.

"Can Cole and I have a moment alone?" I asked them.

"Yeah sure. Do you want us to pick up some food for you?" Naomi stopped at the door to ask.

"Wendy's please. Thank you guys so much."

Once they were gone I looked pointedly at Cole.

"Listen, I know you're worried about me, but I'm gonna be fine. The surgery went good and after I get out of the hospital I'll go through physical ther-"

"I understand that. It's just hard to see you here, like this, even if it is just your leg."

Cole sighed and looked at the ground.

"Cole, what's this about?"

"I feel like I wasn't there for you. I feel like I was the reason you got hurt."

I looked at him sympathetically.

"Cole.I was in the restaurant when the oven exploded, I couldn't leave her there to die, I..."

I closed my eyes to help steady my breathing. Cole came over and hugged me.

*Flashback*
"She has pneumonia. We need to get her to a hospital!"

My mom screamed at my father, as I ran to the toilet, and vomited.

"She just has the flu!"

My dad screamed back at her.

I walked towards them, shaking.

"I don't feel so good." I say, then fall to the ground and pass out.

I wasn't quite sure where I was when I woke up, so I freaked out at first, but the doctors calmed me down and told me that I needed to take it easy, and lie down.

At the end of my bed sat flowers and other gifts from my classmates. I was one of the most popular girls in school, that's why I got all these gifts.

I felt dizzy, everyone knew that I was in the hospital. They would ask so many questions when I got back.

I didn't want to go through what my friend Jessica went through. She was sick for a month, when she came back she was flooded with questions and literally drowned in them. It was too much for her to bear. She died two days later.

I started to hyperventilate. The doctors tried to calm me down, but they couldn't, and the last thing I saw before I passed out were my parents fighting in the corner of the room.

*End flashback*