Ch. 3
"Charlotte?" a voice asked as Charlotte moved her head from left to right. She peeked her eyes open and saw two nurses standing in her room.
"Is he okay?" she asked, worried about the guy with the dirty blond hair that was horribly injured in the accident.
"Who?" the short nurse with bright red hair and large glasses asked, messing with some monitors in the room.
"Him," she replied, knowing one of the nurses would remember.
"We need to focus on you, sweetie. Your family's here; who do you want to see first?" the tall nurse with dark brown hair asked.
"Him," Charlotte repeated. She didn't want anything else than to know he's okay. "He saved my life."
"I understand, dear, but your family really wants to see you. And, it would probably do you some good to see them. You've been out for three days. They're really worried about you," the nurse told her, giving her a sympathetic look.
"I don't care. I don't want to see anyone unless it's him," she said, throwing her head back onto the pillow.
"Charlotte, love, we need to bring in your family," the tall nurse informed her, continuing to work with some bags and monitors placed all around the bed.
"NO." Charlotte said sternly. "I do not want to see anyone unless it's him. You can't make me see anyone unless it's him. And if he's dead, just tell me and I'll see my family."
"He's not dead, love. But, I don't think it'd be a good idea for you to see him."
"Is it that bad?" Charlotte whispered, getting more worried than she already was.
"I'm going to get the doctor. We'll see what we can do about getting you to see the young man. What was his name again?" the short nurse asked, opening the door.
"I don't know," Charlotte replied, slightly embarrassed that she was so obsessed with needing to see him and she didn't even know his name.
"Carson's patient," the other nurse said, referring to the doctor. She short nurse nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the tall nurse to continue working with Charlotte.
"Is there a reason you don't want to see your family? At least one of them has been here since we first admitted you," the nurse asked, not looking at the small girl in the white bed.
"I just want to see him. If he hadn't done what he did, I wouldn't be here," she replied, reaching her hand up to run her fingers through her curly hair. She touched some bandages that were covering a large gash in her forehead, which was pretty sore. For the first time since she woke up, she looked down her body. Her right hand was in a purple cast, and her entire left leg was in a white cast. Her chest was wrapped with gauze, and it was painful for her to breathe. It made her extremely upset to know that the guy was for sure in a much worse condition, wherever he was in the hospital.
"I understand." The nurse dropped the conversation, but continued her work.
"How bad is he?" Charlotte asked after a couple minutes of silence, or whatever 'silence' is for a hospital. She heard crying, wailing, beeping, shouting, and footsteps as she worried about the stranger who jumped in front of a car to save her.
"As far as I know, he's still out. He's in very bad shape. We're not sure how long he'll make it," she answered. Charlotte breathed in sharply, which hurt her chest.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "When can I see him?"
"We'll have to see. Maybe later today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. We'll have to wait and see." The nurse started walking towards the door. "Do you need anything else?"
"What's his name?" she asked, looking straight ahead at the white wall.
"Michael."
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hello all! here's chapter 3 :) i hope you all had a fantastic new year and 2015 is your year! i'll write you next saturday!!!
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Fanfiction"Do you want to know the whole story?" she asked and he nodded. "Okay. It all happened five years ago and it's something I'll never forget."
