-Kade-
"We got a pulse!" Someone who sounds very far away yells. There are tiny beeps surrounding me. They seem to get louder as I strain to recognize the voice calling me. "Honey? Sweetheart?! Can you hear me? Honey, can you squeeze my hand?"
There's slight pressure on my hand, everything starts becoming clearer. The air shoves its way into my lungs.
I gasp and my eyes spring open. A young brunette lady leans over me, checking all these machines I'm hooked up to. Her uniform is drab and her eyes are alight with what seems like adrenaline. I reach to unplug something and a pair of small hands are there, holding me back and pushing down my much larger, cut up hands
I study her neatly manicured hands while my eyes begin to focus on the clean round cut of her nails through her latex gloves. I look up at her, feeling the bewildered look cross my face as I try to sit up. She presses one hand to my chest and gently forces me back into my original position. I glance down and realize I never put my shirt back on.
I reach up to unplug the beeping machine that's making those obnooxious sounds. She pushes my hands back down and bounces gently in her seat as the vehicle hits a minor pothole. Suddenly feeling very sleepy, I start to close my eyes.
"No honey, I know it's disorienting but you need to stay with me." She brushes a lock of my black hair from my eyes as she continues to search for more injuries.
"My name is Kade." I mumble, widening my eyes and glancing around and i notice for the first time that there is another person in te ambulance. Male and studying me with an incredulous look.
'Oh Kade, good. This is good can you tell me what day it is?"
"I thought he was dead." says the other guy. The brunette turns and gives him a look that would scare most men.
"Today I ...broke up with Cambryn Hearst." I say, ignoring him and feeling her gloved hands move around on my forehead. I hiss slightly when she brushes the wound from earlier.
" Really? Why Kade? Can you tell me why?" She sounds as if she's talking to a preschooler. I let out an irritated sigh.
"She slept with my best friend." She freezes, and her eyes meet mine.
"Kade, I'm sorry." She says as she brushes the same lock of hair away.
-Gemma-
Nothing, I feel nothing. But I hear it all. The beeping. The driver talking to someone. "Gemma! Gemma!" Cara is crying. No, why is my best friend crying. A screech. Loud noises that sound like bursting metal. Then I hear nothing.
-Kade-
When I wake up, there's a nice blonde nurse checking my charts.
"Goodmorning Hon." She chirps. "Your mother and brother went to get breakfast."
She's not my mother , I think while I yawn . "Thank you.'' I say anyway
"No worries sugarpie." She says in a slight sounthern accent as she smiles sweetly, turning to leave.
"Uhm, hey. Excuse me?" I call to her.
"Yes?"
"What happened?" She grimances and walks to the far side of the room, pulling open a curtain I hadn't seen before. Behind the curtain is another bed.. and in it a very, very pretty girl.
She'd be beautiful if it wasn't for the stitches on her forehead or the deep black shadows beneath her eyes. She's got this amazing hair, wavy like seaweed, but nearly black in colour with one thick pink streak under her right ear. Its long and sort of tangled all over her pillow. She's so pale, it looks just a bit unhealthy.
"What's wrong with her?" I ask, unable to tear my eyes away. Her full pink lips tremble a bit in her sleep.
"Gemma got in same day you did. She was on her way here, your car swerved and crashed with the ambulance she was in, poor thing." She says quietly as though she might disturb the peacefully sleeping girl.
"It's my fault?" I ask, horrified.
"Oh!" She rushes over to me. "No honey. Not at all. You'd lost alot of blood." I lift a hand to my forehead, stitches holding the skin together. I groan.
"I hurt her. Is she in a coma?" I cringe at the thought.
"No we're keeping her sedated so her body has time to start the healing process. You know, have some time to settle things down. She had a fainting spell due to her blood sugar levels and-"
"She's diabetic?" It just gets better and better. She nods before continuing,
"She passed out and hit her head, a small cut and a concussion. The crash gave her a few cracked ribs and some bumps and bruises, we have to make sure there's no abdominal bleeding though."
I feel terrible. She leaves, and I can't stop staring at Gemma. Feeling ashamed. Shocked with how my stupidity almost killed this girl, this exquisite creature. Woah, I must have a concussion. I lean back and gaze at her as she dreams. Her lip trembles again.
