*Andy's POV*
"Sir? Sir, wake up" I hear a voice say, waking me up. I must've fallen asleep in the waiting room. I had this dream, it was horrible! it felt so real, like it had actually happened.
"Sorry," I say, pushing myself up on the chair.
"Come with me, please" I get up and follow him to his office.
"I'm afraid your friend didn't make it, I'm so sorry for you loss" My heart starts to beat quicker and my breathing gets uneven.
"W-which one?" I stutter, tears pricking my eyes.
"Mr. Lucker" He smiles, sympathetically.
"Oh shit," I feel my breathing steady, but the tears are still in my eyes.
"What about Jennifer?" I ask, hoping for a good answer.
"She is alive," I let out a sigh "She is dosed up on anesthetic, so she is very lethargic"
"Can I go and see her?" I ask, smiling.
"Of course! Take the lift to the sixth floor, then go through the first foor on the left. Just ask the nurses where she is, and they will take you to her" He says, holding the door open for me.
I thank him, and run for the lift.
Author's note
Hey people!
I'm not as cruel as I seem, eh?;) I actually thought of this chapter whilst I was led in a hospital bed. Fits, huh?
Well, I'm sorry if I scared anyone!!
Love you!
Rock on♡
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