Chelsea's P.O.V.
As I walked into my small home, my mother was cooking dinner in the kitchen. She looked up at me and gave me a small smile.
"Hello, sweetheart." She spoke softly, before kissing my forehead.
I smiled back and quickly walked down the small hallway and into my room. I sat on my bed, threw my stuff on the floor, and quickly drifted of into a deep sleep.
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I woke up and looked at the clock. One o'clock in the morning. I sighed and grabbed my phone to see a missed call. I didn't recognize the number. Curiosity took over and I decided to call whoever it was back. It ran once before someone answered.
"Ruby Hospital, how may I help you?" A lady on the line asked.
I gasped before answering slowly, "Y-you called me earlier, well yesterday."
"Is this Chelsea Chris?" There was a small pause before I answered.
"Yes."
"I was told to call you. It seems that a friend of yours was put into the hospital last night, and you were who they wanted to inform."
"Who?" I asked quickly.
"A Mr. Connor Franta." I didn't say anything else. I simply hung up.
Should I go? Why would he want to contact me? - why not his mom or dad?
As questions filled my brain, I quickly put a pair of converse on and a sweatshirt before I walked out of my house and down the street.
I made my way to the hospital, which was a fifteen minute walk, while I was still trying to figure out the reason that Connor contacted me. It didn't make sense. He hates me. At least I think he does.
I looked up to see I was coming up on the hospital. I rushed in and went to the front desk. The lady looked at me and gave a small smile.
"What's your name?" She asked sweetly, but a hint of annoyance in her voice. She obviously didn't want to be here.
"Chelsea Chris." I spoke quietly.
"Right. I talked to you on the phone. This boy must be very special if you've come to see him at," she paused and looked at her watch. "One-thirty in the morning."
I chuckled nervously as she gave me Connors room number. I thanked her and walked away as I left to go get answers from Connor.
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