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# 19

( we are going back, in Andy's point of view okok )
P.s. My bestfriend Andrea { yes she is a real person, I just used her name for the story and her user is nuuhsunshine I believe } is sick so give her some love pleaseeee :)
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October 3rd

I crack open my door, picking up the paper like I do every morning. Just as I am about to toss it in the trash, I notice a picture on the cover. I take it out of the water-protectant sleeve, and as I see the picture I smile seeing the delivery boy, Ashton. But then, the title of the article catches my eye and I choke back a sob.
"Local Delivery Boy, Tragic Accident."
I read more, seeing someone had ran a red light and crashed into the side of his truck. He was being hospitalized at Blue Grove Medical Center, and was in critical condition. I pull on my coat, grabbing my keys getting into my car driving to the hospital.
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Going through the automatic doors,  I stuff my hands into my pockets. I walk up to the front desk, a girl about my age looking up at me.
She puts on a very fake smile asking, "How can I help you?"

"I'm here to see a patient, Ashton Irwin." I recite his last name I had saw in the paper.

"Are you immediate family?" She asks raising her eyebrows.

"No but-"

"Then you cannot go in," she smirks typing something onto her computer.

I clench my fists leaning over the desk, "Listen, I need to see him. I'm going in there whether you like it or not." I snatch a visitors pass, attaching it to my coat. "What. Room."
I'm
She looks over at me wide-eyed, "I can call secu-"

"I don't give a shit, call them." I reach over looking at the log book finding the name Irwin. I look back and smile almost faker then hers before, "Have a pleasant day."

I walk over to the tiny elevator, pressing Floor C waving at her smirking slightly. The elevator closes and goes up, and I take deep breaths walking over to room 112. I open the door slowly, cringing seeing Ashton. He looks up at me and smiles the goofiest smile I have ever seen. And I do the unthinkable.

I smile back.

I walk over to him, pushing his shaggy hair off his forehead, "You should get a haircut."
"Yes, that seems like my most important priority right now," he rolls his eyes laughing. "How did you get in here?"
I smile sheepishly, "I may or may not have terrorized the secretary, she was a bitch."
He lets out a loud chuckle and I cannot help but laugh along with him.

"How are you?" He looks at me, serious now.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I smile sadly sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.
He shrugs, "C-can I see them?" I take in a breath nodding slowly. I take off my coat, rolling my sleeve up revealing the slashes on my arm with Michael's name the most visible. Ashton picks up my arm tracing my scars. "Who is Michael?"

I smirk tugging my hat off, "The only person I fully loved."

He nods, taking in what I said I suppose. "I don't know why, I just get this feeling around you that I need to help you, sounds crazy..." He laughs shaking his head.
"It's okay, it's sweet actually." I rub his cheek, avoiding the red stained bandage. "Bad things happen to good people, I'm sorry this happened to you."
"I'm sorry Michael hurt you so badly that you wanted to feel something other than heartache so you did this," he frowns touching the M from his name.
"It's alright, I'm alright, well now I am," I look up seeing it was almost 9 pm and visiting hours are almost over. "I should get going..."
"Stay," Ashton blurts out. "I mean if you want to..."
I smile wide, "Sure I guess I can stay." He opens one arm scooting over and I crawl next to him, as he slowly wraps his arm around me. I close my eyes, remembering how nice this felt.

I'm about to be overcome with sleep when I hear him mumble something like, "You may think you aren't perfect, but I do. Michael was a fool to ever let you go."

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WHOOP.
What shall happen next?
Who knows.
Well I do, but you get me.
My room smells like fruity pebbles heyhey.
- loser Sam