"Why are you acting like this?" He asks, opening the front door. "To be honest...I'm probably in my last leg." "Ohh." Then his phone started to ring. "Hello?" "Damn it" "He said what?" "Bring his-bring Luca?" "Ok we will be there soon." "What was that about?" I ask. "Put some clothes on. Grayson got in a motorcycle accident." "Are you kidding me?" "No. Now go change." "Ok ok." I say, running to my room. I change into this.
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"Alright. Let's go Ethan." He comes out in black jeans and a purple muscle shirt. "Ok. Go get in the car." "I run outside to the car and sit in the back. I still had on the blue wig but I put it in a messy bun. I start bawling my eyes out. "It's gonna be ok." Ethan says, getting in the car. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have done this." "This isn't your fault. He was probably drunk."
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When we get to the hospital. I ran to his room. I saw him in the bed, asleep. I almost run into him but before I could say anything somebody says, "miss, unless you're his girlfriend or brother I can't let you in here." "I'm Luca." I say, turning on my heel. "Well then, ok." She says, walking off. "Hey babe." I say, kissing his forehead. "Hi." He says, fluttering his eyes open. "How are you?" "My head hurts." "I'm so sorry Gray." "It's not your fault." "Yeah. It is." "No it's not. Some idiot walked in front of my bike." "Are you serious?" "Yeah. I turned to dodge him and my bike went haywire." "Damn it." "What?" "I'm just...never mind." "Are you ok baby?" "I'm just...tipsy." "Oh. Ok." "Can you grab my water?" He says, turning his head to his table. "Yeah." I grab the bottle. "Lay down." He says, scooting over so I could fit. "I don't think I'm aloud to." "Who says that little ms. Highway to Hell follows rules?" "You remember that?" "That's your contacts on my phone." "Really?" I say, sliding into the bed. "Yep." "What damage happened?" "A broken arm and a fractured shin." "Fuck. I'm so sorry baby." I say, putting my head on his chest. "It's not your fault." He says, playing with the wig with his good arm. I snuggle up to him and kiss his chest. "I love you." I whisper. "I love you." He says, without hesitation. I sit up and kiss him. I lay back down and doze off by accident.
