Charlotte

Chapter 8

I woke up to a bright light over my head that nearly blinded me.

Every part of my body ached and I could barely move.

"Your sure she's okay?" A deep voice questioned as I felt fingers go through my hair.

"She's has a fractured arm, she'll be alright."

I closed my eyes immediately so that they wouldn't notice that I woke up.

"And Jake? Do you think he'll wake up soon?" The deep voice asked again.

"I'm sorry Mr. Filters, that, is unpredictable. No doctor can tell when one will wake up from a coma."

The second that information hit my ears I couldn't process them.

Mr.Filters?- I swear I've had that name before, and jake? Jake is in a coma.

Jake. Is. In. A. Coma.

Those words kept on repeating in my head many times as I pieced the puzzle together.

"Mr Filters, Something like Elan, no...Selan...Ethan!" I thought, "Jake...date...crush...blood...hospital."

And that's when all the events that happened hit me. All the memories came flooding back in my mind...such horrifying and terrible memories.

My eyes flastered open, I tried to get up from my position but I ended up groaning in pain.

"No no no. Don't move Charlotte." Ethan cautioned me.

When he said my name, something told me to shut up and not tell him that to call me Miss filters.

I turned my neck to see a tired Ethan, who had bags under his eyes while he now removed his hands from my hair to put it on my shoulder. He gently pushed me back to my position as I kept my gaze on him.

"What time is it?" I asked.

Ethan checked his watch, knelt and came closer to the hospital bed.

"Four sixteen A.M." He responded as he put his hand behind my neck, "Stop straining your neck."

I sort of shivered at his touch and immediately got goosebumbs everywhere.

A male man in a coat, whom, I assumed, was the doctor, came beside me and looked at me. He had black floppy hair, brown eyes and a sharp Jawline.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he put the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Not okay?" I said. It was more of a question and less of a statement.

He removed his hand and looked at Ethan.

"Okay. I'll be heading to my office Mr.Filters, I'll be sending the nurse to give her a proper check up."

I craned my neck to see the male doctor walking towards the door while holding his clip board.

"I said stop straining your neck." Ethan said again, but this time, softly.

He removed his hand from behind my neck as he gave me a worried smile.

I now heard the door close, leaving both Ethan and I in ominous silence.

I couldn't help but wonder who would have informed Ethan about the accident. Both Jake and my phone had passwords so who would have called him?

"How did you know...about the accident?" I questioned Ethan who was still kneeling beside me.

"It was on news. Someone called Jessica was here. I think she was in the same school as we were in highschool. She cried for nearly an hour when she saw you sleeping." He said looking at the bandages on my hand.