Third Person POV
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The mint haired girl was once again laying against the pure white hospital linens. With the brown haired, brown eyed boy next to her. This time he held her hand tightly, whispering encouragingly into her ear. Every now and then the rest of the Johns family would check in on the two of them.
The mint haired girl had been shot in the chest, trying to protect the Johns family. The bullet missed her heart by four and a half centimeters. When she fell she hit her head on a wooden board that bordered the swing sets. That caused a severe concussion, plus a bullet four and a half centimeters away from her heart and all the blood she lost, it was unlucky she would wake up once again.
The poor brown haired boy sat at her side for thirty-six hours, waiting to see her golden brown eyes shine once again.
The boy woke up, checking the mint haired girl to see if she woke up will he was asleep. But no such luck. The boy kisses the girl on the nose, then lightly on her lips.
The beeping picks up speed, then the girl's eyes start to open slowly. She blinks the bright light away, smiling brightly when she sees the brown haired boy staring at her.
The boy pushes the call button, a young nurse walks in. She calls in a doctor to check on the mint haired teen.
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Dylan's POV
Zach hasn't left my side, at all. He told me that he would yell at me, but I'm in the hospital so I get to get yelled at when I get discharged. Fun!
Note the sarcasm.
The doctor said that I would be more pain if I moved, at all. So Zach has to feed me. Which is very, very embarassing by the way.
But hey, I'm still breathing.
:P
I walk into the house. I finally got discharged, but no one said anything to me on the ride home.
"Dylan Middle Name Daniels!!" Zach yells at me. I sigh, gently plopping on my bed.
"Look-" I start.
"No. It is my turn to yell at you!" He yells. I sigh. "How could you be so stupid? I woke up thinking that I talked you out of going into this suicide mission, then I wake up and find you gone!"
"Wait, so you didn't read the letter?" I ask.
"Letter? What letter?"
"Nevermind go on."
He yells a bit more then he sits next to me. "When I ran into that park, and saw you on the ground. I felt something, I've never felt. It was like saddness but worse."
I look up, "Really?"
"Yeah, so I thought about it while you were in the hospital. I decided that I won't wait anymore. Dylan, will you go on, another better, date?" He asks.
"If it doesn't end up like last time."
"It won't, I promise."
"Then I have no problem with it."
Zach smiles.
:+
Authors Note
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