Julian's POV
It's now two days after I opened my eyes. Wednesday.
My dad never came back to talk to me or to talk to my doctor.
Now I'm in the hospital bathroom changing out of the white papery hospital gown and back into my clothes.
As I'm putting on my shirt I notice fresh stitching where holes used to be and new holes in the already ripped jeans.
After I put on my shoes and folded the clothes, I go to wash my hands.
Looking into the mirror I hardly recognize myself.
My hair is cut short from the stitches on the back of my head.
My eyes are hollowed in and bruised along with the redness that outlines them and makes the color of my eyes dark. My face has gotten thin along with the rest of me.
I turn my head and look at the marks down my neck. My collarbone is more visible since the only food I have gotten came to me through shots and tubes.
I sigh and rinse some cold water on my face trying to give it some color. My fingers are long and thin as well and my knuckles are dry.
I walk out and see Nicholas standing in the hallway waiting for me. He looks up and smiles.
"Want to go out to eat?" He asks.
I nod my head. "Did Dr. Young say I could?"
"It's fine." I hear and I look at the other side of the hallway and see Dr. Young walking toward me.
"You're recording look good so you'll be fine. Just try to keep away from salt."
I nod and with a pat on my shoulder, he walks away taking the hospital gown with him.
Nicholas and I walk to his car in silence. Our footsteps are heavy when we walk across the parking lot.
"Want to drive?" He asks when we get close to the car.
"Uh sure," I say quietly and he throws me the keys. I know he's doing this because he wants me to feel better and knows I've always wanted to drive his truck.
"Jason's Deli?" Nicholas asks as he turns on the radio. Michael Jackson PYT starts playing quietly.
"Sounds great," I say.
He starts to hum along with the song and I roll down the window.
The evening breeze sends shivers down my spine giving me goosebumps down to my ankles.
I run my hand across the top of my head slowly.
"You know what I miss?" I ask Nicholas.
"What?"
I sigh. "My hair..."
I second passed before he starts laughing. I join in and we laugh together.
Amora's POV
Wednesday morning. Personally my favorite morning.
My dad doesn't have work until 12:45 so he drives me to school. I do have a car and I could drive myself, but ever since I was little this is how it's been.
The weather is getting colder every day and it's supposed to snow in a few days. Today it's in low 40s, the nicest day of the month so far.
This's the morning I'm wearing a light blue sweater and my black ripped jeans. My pink fuzzy socks stick out of my grey UGG boots. I have a scarf, but I put it in my book bag until I needed it.
My dad is in his scrubs and has his new sunglasses on behind the wheel of his truck.
There isn't much talk and the radio plays quietly.
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All Tied Up
Adventure||Completed|| Amora, a 17 year old, had her string cut when she was a baby and still waits for the day her string is reunited with its other half. On her sixteenth birthday she gave up hope in finding him. Her soulmate. Julian, another 17 year old...
