The only Kiwi I'm not allergic to.

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A/N:

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Amy:

The smell of hospital, alcohol, gauze and sickness was the first thing I felt as I came back to my body. My eyes were still closed but I knew. I knew I was in a hospital bed.

 My body felt heavy, my head heavier. The pain in my head made me open my eyes and close them again. I felt a hand holding onto my hand, slowly I turned my head and saw him fast asleep. His head at the edge of the bed, his hand tightly holding mine. I smiled to myself and took a hold of his hand drawing small circles on his hand with my thumb. His eyes slowly opened and turned his head. He looked at me and then shoot up from his chair. 

"Amy? Oh god... You're awake. hi ." he said quickly.

 I giggled at his reaction. "Hey... wha... what happened?" I asked. The last thing I remembered was falling in water and the darkness that took over me.

"you ... you don't remember?" he asked.

"I remember going to do a rescue and then I fell in the water, the waves pushed me under..." I said. 

I tried to think, I tried to remember anything. But nothing came to me other than that burning in my lounges and not being able to swim to the surface of the water.

He told me all of it, from who saved me and how to when he didn't give up when they told him was dead.

"She said you were gone and... and I couldn't... I can't. I can't live without you. This is probably the worst time to say this.... Not romantic at all." he said with a little laugh. 

I just stared at him. 

"We keep saying that we are great friends. But I want to be more to you. I really like you." he said. I just started. My head was exploding. He likes me? More than just friends? What?

"Amy?"

"I ... i've liked you for a very long time." I reapplied. A single tear ran down my face, as soon as I touched my face pain shot through my face. I winced. "Ouh"

He smiled. "Yea your face... well... I... do you want to see how pink and purple you are?" he asked with a little laugh. I smiled and nodded.

He looked around for a mirror. There wasn't any so he snapped a photo of my face and showed it to me. I was surprised at how bruised the left side of my face was.

"I look horrible." I said I was feeling really bad about how I look.

"No you don't. The doctor said it's because of the cut on your head it will go back to how it was in a few days or so." he said holding my hand again.

We kept on talking for a bit, until a nurse came to check on me. She tested my balance and walking to be sure the cut on my head hadn't done any damage to my brain. She told us it was good but she wanted to do a few more tests to be 100% sure.

Soon I was taken for the tests while Harrison went to call Hoppo and sign some papers for me. The tests did not take long and about an hour later the nurse brought me back to my room where Harrison and Jules were waiting for me.

The nurse pushed my chair into the room, I thanked her as she left.

"Hey guys." I said as I tried to get off of the wheelchair. 

"Hey Ames how are you?" Jules said as she came to help me up.

 "Uhh... you know I've had better days," I said jokingly.