Ernesto *slow updates during school year*

Chapter 8- Realization

Chapter 8! Enjoy!

-Alanna
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Stacey POV

I touched the stale hospital door knob, with cold hands. Peeking through the small crack I made for myself, there she was. Pale, bruised and frail, Dylan laid on the bed in pure agony. I held Ernesto's hand and pulled him into the room with me.

"Dylan..." I quietly sobbed and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. I looked around the room and saw all kinds of tubes and machines hooked up to her. A tube went down her throat and looked like it was controlling her breathing.Above that, was the infamous heart monitor which just ressured me that everything would be okay... I guess.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a doctor came in. "Oh, I wasn't notified that Ms. Garcia's family would be here." He played with the tubes, and wrote something on his clipboard. "You are family, right?" he asked. I shook my head. "Nah, we ain't family.."

Continuing writing on his clipboard, nochalantly, said "If you aren't family then you cannot be in here, I'm so very sorry."

I shook my head. "She don't have no family, I'm all she got, and I'm not going anywhere."

Sighing, the doctor just nodded and wrote something else on his stupid little clipboard. "Well, I assume you don't know what happened then. It was a car accident. It should've been fatal... But a nice young man saved her and pushed her out of the way... He's being treated for a broken arm right now."

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked. The heavy equipment was intimidating, still beeping. "She should be fine, if all treatment goes well."

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Dylan POV

Ow. Owww.

My sides hurt. My back hurts. My head hurts. Ow. Why does everything hurt?

More importantly, where am I? What the hell happened? I attempted sitting up, but it hurt way too much. So, I tried again, and again, an even again, until I was propped against a pillow that felt like it was stuffed with old cotton balls.

I looked around and saw a machine pumping something up and down. Then I realized that it was synchronized with my breath. I ripped it out, and took a big gulp of hospital air. Another chord was attached to my chest and I ripped that out too, and wiped off a little trickle of blood that came out with it.

Most importantly, why am I in the hospital? What exactly happened?

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