Saving, Alex. (SOON DELETED)

:Chapter Eleven:

iHola, Amigos! ....................... (That's all....-.-)

~EPiiC_xX

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❤ C H A P T E R   E L E V E N. ❤

✰ Viola's P.O.V ✰

I couldn't believe it. The guy I actually loved, thought I was cheating with my jerk-of-an-ex-Boyfriend, Duke. Sigh. Could it get any worse? Yes. Now, Austin knows! I could just imagine what he'd say...

I thought I should clear my mind, and made a short walk outside. I walked through the street, moving towards the middle of the road, with my ipod blasting on 'Runaway Baby'. Suddenly I heard wheels screech from the distance. I could see something large and fast coming towards me. The horn honked once more, I saw what the large and fast thing was. I opened my mouth to say something, scream or anything, but I couldn't. Everything was happening in slow motion, no sound was coming out of my mouth. I was going to die. I knew it. I could feel in the pit of my stomach. When everything becomes real once more, I will die instantly.

After what seemed like a lifetime and such a nightmare, everything resumed normal speed.

That's when I was going to die.

"HEY!" An unfamiliar voice cried. Suddenly I felt arms throwing you onto the side walk. I paused in amazement and tried squinting my eyes to open.

I felt dazed, "Alex?" I mumbled. I assumed it was Alex anyway from the broad shoulders and his deep green eyes he had. I felt the unknown boy's arm wrapped around my waist as I tried to make out is face, while he layed next me. I tried to push myself up, but failed. I heard car breaks and toots.

Finally the boy rose with a groan. He turned his to me, "You okay?" The boy asked.

"I-I don't know." I mumbled still dazed. "I think I broke something...W-What happened?"

The boy kneelled closer, and grabbed my arm,"Didn't you see the Car?" He asked, whipping my cuts away with his sleeve.

"W-What?" I mumbled. I felt dizzy. Confused more. All of a sudden my whole world shut into darkness.

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*Beep-Beep. Beep-Beep*

Oh god...What is that beeping noise? And why was it so constant? Dear god, make it up stop! Ugh. I have to open my eyes, but... Why are they so heavy? W-Where the fuck am I? Oh God. Am I dead? Why would I be dead? What happened for me to be forced into Heaven? And why the hell does everyone have the eyelids shut in Heaven?! This isn't Heaven, This is Hell. I don't want to be dead any more. I don't want to burn for all eternity. I have to open my eyes, now. Now! NOW, DAMNIT NOW!

I snapped my eyes awake, before closing them immediately afterwards, as bright white lights almost instantly blinded them. I groaned quietly, suddenly wanting my eyes to be sewn shut once more. I heard a voice, but I didn't know who it was. I didn't want to know who it was. I wanted to go back to sleep. Whoever the voice belonged to however, had decided to start shaking me awake. I felt something loosely dance against my arm, though that same thing felt tight and trapped against my skin. What the fuck is that?

 I opened my eyes once more, slowly this time. The person who had been shaking me awake, suddenly grinned. I frowned, puzzled slightly by this situation. I looked all around me for a moment. There were tubes attached to my arm and in my nostrils. The constant beeping noise was still beeping. The room was entirely white and clinical, and there was a stranger dancing around my (slighty uncomfortable) bed.

“You're awake! Oh thank fuck!” cried the stranger, collapsing in a chair next to my bed., looking so relieved, he was almost crying. I stared at him, blankly, hoping there was some chance that there might some sign of who he this man is. He hadn't even introduced himself. I looked at his knuckles, as his fingers drilled the arm rest.

The man smiled at me, as if he were proud of me. A few moments later however, he lowered his eyes, looking sad and pitiful. I frowned, a little puzzled by this man.

"W-What's wrong?" I groaned. He couldn't hear me. I tried, again. "Don't Cry." He could hear me now.

He lowered his head, and gave a chuckle, "No, I'm not crying. I was just worried. You've been 'asleep' for 18 hours. Doctors say you've dislocated your arm, fractured your skull, losing quite alot of blood, but you'll be okay." He chuckled. Was so funny about that?

Confused Much? "W-What happened?" I groaned. I could now see confusion clouding his hazel eyes. I tilted my head slightly.

"That car almost crushed you." He said. "Lucky for you, I was there to pull you out of the way."

I returned his sadness with a blank stare.

"Oh," Oh; Was all I could say. Maybe a 'Thanks' would be nice, "Thanks."

He tried to catch a breath, "Just look were you're looking next time,......?"

"Viola." I said.

He smiled, "Pretty Name for a pretty girl." He looked over at me and winked.

I smiled and felt my face turn red, against my pale unwell skin, "Thanks." I replied.

"I'm Elliot" He said.

"Errr...Well....Thanks for pulling me out of the way, Elliot." I said side smiling.

"No Biggy." He smiled.

Then the 'bleeping' got faster.

"I'm just gonna go and get the doctor, to check up on you." The boy named Elliot eventually said, "I'll just be a minute...Viola" before heading out of the room awkwardly. He hesitated, and stared at me for a moment. I stared at him back, a blank expression still on my face. Once he had left, I started to assess the situation. I'm in a white, clinical looking room, with a beeping machine attached to me, and tubes sticking out of my body. I could see cuts and bruises all on my arm. The sheets were itchy against my clearly exposed legs, and I was shivering beneath the thin robe.

I don't like it here. I want to leave. I don't like having these things attached to me.

I tugged at the tubes, but they felt like they were deep beneath my skin, burrowing their way all the way down to the bone. I tugged and pulled, but it was to no use. I felt my heart pumping, and heard the machine beeping faster and louder. Nurses immediately ran over, and attempted to calm me down. If anything, they were just making it worse.

Who are these people? What do they want? GET AWAY!

Elliot eventually returned with who I assume to be a doctor. He shooed the nurses away, and spoke to me with a calm, soothing voice, as the stranger stroked my hair...

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To be Continued...