Shine bright

Chapter 4

Dylan POV
I deserved it. I've done bad things to Melissa, and there really is no excuse for my behavior the past few years. And I completely get why she would be so angry, something in me still felt. I felt pity. I felt angry at myself for succumbing to alchohol instead of helping her when she needed me most. I felt guilty for giving up on my family.

For Melissa and myself. I'm also filled with regret. I have a hole bucketful of regrets, and I'm waiting for the right time to empty it out. Especially since my mom died. I've shut everyone out, never letting anyone in. Not even my own sister, which is how the drinking problem started.

I walk down the hallway and towards the elevator. As I make my way to the elevator. I hear nurses shouting. I look back as I press the up button, and I see everyone making way for six nurses and a girl, I can vaguely see head towards the elevator.

"Young man please move aside we need to get this girl to the ICU right away!" Shouts a male nurse. I quickly move aside as the elevators doors open just in time. I keep staring at the girls face. She looks somewhat familiar. No hair, long eyelashes, and

I can't see the rest of her face because an oxygen mask was covering it. I took a last look at the girl as the elevator doors closed. The metal doors that wouldn't open reminded me of the doors

I never opened after mom died. Just then something clicked. It was Ellie. The girl in the stretcher was Ellie. Just as I realized, I turned around and started running towards the hospital room Melissa was in. There she was lying on her side with mascara running down her face. "I told you to get out and I never want to see your face again." She snarled. "I know." I said. "But-"

"Shut up and go away or I will call the nurse!" she yelled. I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance. "Ellie is in the ICU don't you understand? Either you get your ass off the bed and stop crying and yelling at me or you can let your friend die!"

The moment I say those words she gets up. she scrambles to unclip the wires she is connected to, except her IV and rips the cannula out of her nose. she gets up and starts making an attempt running towards the elevator, but in her condition, we all know she can't run. She is frantically pressing the up button then crying at the same time. Everybody was staring.

"Take it down notch will you? everyones staring."
She pulls back her hair and yells, "THATS ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT RIGHT NOW?? MY FRIEND IS DYING AND YOU CARE IF PEOPLE ARE STARING? WHY DON'T YOU TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH! GOD YOU ARE THE SAME AS ALWAYS!" At that and every person in the room was staring at us.

I pinched of the bridge of my nose again as the elevator door opens but by the time I stop looking embarrassed, she's already in there pressing the close button, as fast as she can. "You know I can always come up in the next elevator!" I shout to the pair of closed steel doors. I sigh and I rest my head on the cold metal.

Ellie POV
I woke up in screams. My mom was rushing to yell for nurses and doctors. A nurse in flowered scrubs and red/brown hair, comes running in with a doctor. "MY LUNGS!" I gasp. I am now wheezing. my body is filled with pain. "They burn so bad!" I start sobbing the nurse takes out her stethoscope and starts listening to me breath. "I. Can't. Breath." I wheeze. It gets harder to breath. I yell, "WON'T ANYBODY HELP?" I cry harder, but I quickly stop because, something was choking me. It went up my throat and it felt like acid burning its way up my throat. I cough up but I close my eyes, because I am that squeamish. I hate looking at throw up, or surgery. Ironic because I love watching House And other medical shows. I keep throwing up, bit something is different. It doesn't taste like barf. I wipe my mouth and open my eyes. My mom is crying and so am I. Blood is spread all over the bed sheets and my hand. The doctor looks at my eyes, and surely they are yellow. "Her liver is failing" says the nurse. "We have to get her a transplant immediately!" says the doctor.
"But who will we find as a donor on such short notice?"
"I-I can be a donor." My mom jumps in to the conversation. I stop crying and I look at her. The doctor and nurse stare.
"We have the same blood type."
"I guess it could work." says the nurse looking at the doctor. The doctor nods. The burning sensation in my lungs comes back and I scream. "IT'S BURNING AGAIN!" this time it is worse. I start wheezing again as the doctor yells for more people. My heart monitor is going out of control, as I feel the fire in my lungs grow, and my heart rate rocketing. I have no idea whats happening. My
vision slowly darkens, and I fall back onto my pillow, as the sounds of everyones yelling, my mom sobbing, and the monitors beeping, fade away.