Dear Malia (Completed)

25 - hospital

dear malia,

i hated hospitals. they were always blindingly white . and depressing. they were depressing buildings with depressing people and their depressing stories. can't forget about all the scary machines.
a nurse came into my room, checked some of my vitals and whatnot and asked me how i was feeling. 
you mean besides my pounding head and stinging cuts on my body? "alright, i guess," i told him.
"good, okay," he said.
i asked him where josh was. i asked if he was okay. 
"he's okay. he wasn't injured in the crash," he told me. "you're allowed to roam around a little or grab a bite from the cafeteria if you'd like. your brother is waiting outside for you. just let me or doctor marshall if you need anything else until you're discharged."
i thanked him and he smiled before exiting my room. 
i stood up and made my way outside, and immediately spotted josh sitting a on one of the chairs along the wall a few meters away from my room.
i called his name and he ran over to me and hugged me really tightly.
"she's gone," he sobbed into my shoulder. when he let me go, i furrowed my eyebrows.
"what do you mean? who's gone?"
and he was barely able to get out an answer. but when he did, malia, i noticed how it seemed as if is whole world was coming crashing down on to his shoulders. and in that moment, when the words came out of his mouth, i could see clearly how much he truly loved her, how much she meant to him.
"lila," he whispered. "she's. . . dead."

truly,
hannah