when Ocean meets Sky.

lonely eyes.

[ It's okay if you're unhappy I would say before I leave her,
Just take a look around there's no one here that's happy either. ]

When Sky eventually awoke, she found herself lying in a hospital bed, Dressed in a backless nightgown and her back elavated by at least four pillows (which Sky found to be very excessive).

Sticking out of the top of her hand was a bunch of tubes, running who-knows-what from the machine by Sky's side, into her bloodstream. Confused, Sky realised that she couldn't be dead. This is not what death is supposed to be like. Sky should be kickin' back with Elvis, Einstein and Grandma Mabel up in the fluffy clouds, not sitting in a ward with far-too-bright lights and nurses rushing past her every three minutes.

You're awake, Sky heard someone gasp, before loud footsteps rushed to her side.

Turning her head slowly, she blinks a couple times before taking the person standing before her. The girl was tall with ludicrously long legs, she was more filled out than sky with strong looking arms and wide hips. However, what Sky found most intriguing was her bright blue hair.

What am I doing here? Sky finally plucks up the courage to ask the blue haired girl, her voice was hoarse and it stung when she spoke.

The girl's expression saddened, as she reached over to take Sky's hand, You almost drowned.

It's then that Sky notices the girl's slightly damp hair, her cold hands and clothes that were ill-fitting and clearly not hers.

You stopped me.

The girl nods slowly, her grip on Sky's hand tightening.

Sky instantly pulls her hand away, balling them into fists and hitting them down hard on bed.

How could you?