An hour and a half passes by before we hear anything. Finally a doctor comes into the room to speak with us. "So the x-rays show that Mr Angel here has a collapsed lung. Which wouldn't be such a bad thing, a quick procedure and he'd be on his way. But the way he was sitting when he was hit caused his lung to compact, meaning the only way he can survive is an emergency surgery to see if we can fix anything. If that doesn't work, he will need to go on a lung transplant list because his lung is just so damaged." His mom and I both hold our breath. "What do you mean the way he was sitting?"
"Well he was hunched over, already putting pressure onto his lungs and stomach, so he was probably on his phone. This caused more stress to be put on his lung when he was hit." I gasp. He was texting me. I'm the reason that he's in this mess. I'm the reason that he might not ever be back to 100% lung use again. I stand up, "I-I need some air." I walk into the hallway, and into the nearest elevator, I press the elevator stop button and sit on the floor, crying. The elevator quickly comes to a halt. I sit and wait for someone to call and see if i'm okay, but no one does. I check my phone for the first time since i got the call from the doctor and see I have a text.
Asher💛-
Hi, I found this phone on this site of an accident, you were their most recent text. There was a text that hadn't been sent yet so I figured you'd want to see it?
I love you so much. Like SO much. God i can't lose you Annie.
I read the text and start crying harder. He can't leave me. I need him. I stand up and press the button on the elevator, calling for help. In about 15 minutes later the elevator starts working and drops me off on the 3rd floor. I take another elevator to Asher's floor and go into the room, his mom's eyes are red and puffy, so I can only imagine what mine look like. Asher has been in surgery for a little over an hour, and he has about 2 hours left.
I'm on my phone scrolling through Instagram when I hear an alarm go off down the hall and a bunch of nurses run towards the sound. I hear a nurse say "code white room 209!" No. Asher is room 209. His mom realizes this the same time I do, and starts to say under her breath, "Please don't take my boy away."
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Awh my baby Asher 🥺
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Fanfiction"Hey are you okay?" I asked the very upset girl sitting next to me and she prepared for flight. "Yeah i'm okay." She doesn't look okay. "Well I'm Asher"
