Hidden Dreamer ~A Charles Trippy Fanfic~

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

 

Charles’ P.O.V

 

The day flies by and before I know it, it’s 6:00 and I’m importing todays footage for the vlog to edit. I’m not sure if I’m going to vlog during this ‘date’ I’m not even sure if this is even a date. I look to my left when I hear my phone ringing, It’s Ana. I press the phone to my ear to hear her sweet voice. But that’s not what I’m greeted with. A sad voice comes through the speaker.

“Hello? Is this Charles Trippy?” I hear commotion in the background.

“Yes, Who is this?” I say, worry threads through my voice.

“Call a paramedic!” A faint voice yells in the background. The line goes dead and I’m left with nothing.

I shut my laptop and throw my shoes on and head towards my car. I call over and over to only get greeted with her voicemail.

I roam the streets not knowing what to do, I don’t even know what to do. I see faint lights coming down the busy streets. When I come up to the intersection I recognize her car smashed into pieces. I park to the side of the road and tears sting at my eyes, blurring my vision I see Ana’s body laying on the concrete being picked up by paramedics. Blood covers her arm and she looks lifeless. I push through the crowd of people surrounding her and run to the ambulance, A man stops me and I yell Ana’s name.

“Sir! You can’t go in there!” He yells and pushes me back. I try to fight him and get to her but he wins. The ambulance drives off and I run to my car, not even caring that I don’t have my seatbelt on. I follow the ambulance to the nearest hospital. I was eventually split up and had to park into the parking lot. I ran inside and saw Ana just being rolled in, there was cut across her forehead. Not too deep to need stitches from what I saw, But when I got closer a deep cut going down her left arm went through her shirt.

“Ana!” I screamed. All of the paramedics looked towards me. I tried to run towards her but a nurse stopped me too soon and they were off.

Ana’s P.O.V

 

When I opened my eyes all I could see was a bright light. Where am I? When I try to sit up I’m only to be pushed back down.

“Take it easy” I recognize the voice but I just can’t see the person.

I move my hand around trying to feel around but I feel something stiff on my arm.

“Ana, Open your eyes” This time I hear a woman's voice.

“Mom?” I ask, my voice sounds like its coming out of a broken record, and my throat hurts.

“Yes, dear. Charles is on your left” I think I feel something on my hand but I’m not so sure if he touching it or holding it.

“What’s happening?” I ask, my vision starts to come back slowly and the blur fades to the corner of my eyes.

“You were in an accident, a horrible accident.” Charles’ voice comes out like a squeak. I hear my mother start to sob. When I look around I’m hooked up to multiple machines.

“What happened to my arm?” I look at the tightly wrapped white bandages around my bicep.

“You don’t remember any of it?” My mother asks me.

“I don’t…” I say.

“A piece of metal cut your arm pretty deep. You had to get some serious stitches. Some of your nerves are damaged.” Charles sniffles and his eyes are bloodshot from crying I suspect.  

“The doctors want to you to stay here for a few days. But I can’t stay for all of them. I have to go to work in 30 minutes.” My mother says. Of course she has to leave me.

“What day is it?” I look to Charles.

“The day after, you were out the rest of the night.” He says.

I look behind him and a pillow and blanket and set out nicely, They look as if they were never touched.

“Did you get any sleep?” I ask him. When I look down at my hand I was right, he was holding it.

He laughs lightly. “ I didn’t… I was waiting for you to wake up. I couldn’t fall asleep, I didn’t want to.” He looks down and I see a teardrop to the floor. My hand detaches from him. Its hard to move it. But I try my hardest to lift up his chin for him to look at me. When he does I wipe my thumb at the tear in the corner of his eye.

“Please get some rest.” I nod towards the blanket and he smiles.

“I’m going to go. I will check on you after work.” My mother leaves without a proper goodbye. She probably felt awkward in the situation.