My Dream Come True| Emison

Approval

Next Day, Tuesday September 25

Alison's pov
I slowly opened my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows.

I looked around and realized I was in a hospital.

Then, I felt someone's chest rising up and down.

I looked up and saw Emily, holding me in her arms.

I smiled as I remembered what we talked about last night.

"Staring isn't polite" She mumbled, her eyes still closed.

I smiled and looked down, "Sorry, can't help it."

She opened her eyes and smiled at me as her eyes met mine.

"Hi" She said, softly.

I bit my lip, "Hi" I whispered.

"How do you feel?" I asked referring to her leg.

"Meh" She shrugged and sat up, leaning her head against the back of the bed.

Then, Emily's stomach growled, "Hungry?" I giggled.

"Yeah, but the food here sucks" She complained.

"I can go next door?" I offered.

"No, you don't have to do that" She shook her head.

"Suit yourself" I shrugged as I stood up, "I'm going to get myself something."

"Wait," She stopped me, grabbing my arm.

I looked into her brown eyes, "Get me an orange juice and bagel" She smiled and tilted her head.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, "What kind?"

"Raisin, please" She said.

"Be right back" I grabbed my purse and attempted to fix my hair in her room's bathroom mirror before leaving.

Emily's pov
"Here you go" Ali said, handing me a bag.

"Thank you!" I said as she closed the door and came back over to the bed.

After we were done our food, we watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians because Ali loves it.

"Em?" I turned my head and saw Ali staring up at me.

"Yeah?" I asked, finishing the last of my juice.

"Can we talk?" She asked.

I nodded and she took her head up from my chest and looked down into her lap while she nervously plaged with her hands.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked lightly touching her hand.

"You know how I wasn't at school yesterday?" She asked, I nodded.

"I wanna tell you why" She said, sighing.

"You sure? You don't have to-"

"I'm sure."

I nodded for her to continue.

"You know how everything happened with my mom, right?" She asked.

I slowly nodded, confused.

"Well, what Hanna didn't tell you was everything with my dad, did she?"

I shook my head, "No, she said not to talk about your dad."

Ali sighed, "Well that's because, when my mom...died" Ali started but began to tear up, "Hey, it's okay" I took her hand in mine and stroked the back of her hand with the pad of my thumb, calming her down.