Second Chance

Go skinny dipping in the freaking ocean

The room was quiet when I opened my eyes, apart from the beeping of machines that hummed quietly at my bedside.

Elizabeth was curled around a pillow on a tiny cot at the foot of my bed, and the TV silently flashed with the early morning news. The cheap furniture crowded the tiny hospital room, and soft voices rang in the hallway just outside the door. Closing my eyes, I flashed back to my vision of the angel.

Was I dreaming?

Apart of me wishes I could believe it was, but it was all too real.

Which meant I really did only have three months left.

The door at the front of the room opens quietly as Blake rushes through, clutching two coffees in her hands, her eyes widening as she sees I'm awake.

"Sav!" she cries, dropping the coffee on a table and rushing towards me clumsily.

"How are you feeling?" she whispers, gently tucking a stray hair behind my ear as she sits on the edge of the bed. Sitting up from her position on the cot, Elizabeth jumps in surprise to find me looking at her.

Her curls were a mess, and her make up smeared down her face. Swollen eyes blotched her usual perfect skin, and I felt my heart twinge.

She had been crying.

"What time is it?" I croak out, my throat suddenly parched as I gape at my two friends.

Both were still dressed in their party clothes, their heels clicking loudly on the tile floor.

"It's around four in the morning." Elizabeth murmurs, handing me a cold glass of water. "I'm gonna go get the nurse" she smiles and quickly hurries from the room, leaving us in silence.

"You idiot" Blake whispers, new tears filling her eyes as she stares down at me, clutching my hand as if it were her only lifeline. "I thought you died! When I got the call that you were in the accident... I though I had lost you. You're the only family I have." she sobs into her hands, leaning into my shoulder lightly.

"I've still got time," I whisper, desperately searching for some words of comfort.

Blake had been there for me through everything. The ups and the downs. She had held me and comforted me when I didn't deserve it. Letting her cry into my shoulder was the least I can do for the only person in my life who still held me up.

"I'm being stupid" she sniffs, wiping away her stray tears. "You were the one in the accident and here I am blubbering like a freaking baby."

"It's okay to cry, B," I laugh lightly, drawing small circles on her back like my mom used to when I was younger.

It was one of the most soothing things in the world, or at least it used to be.

"Shut up" she smirks, her usual cheery self resurfacing despite her exhaustion and tears.

"How long have you been here?" I ask, motioning towards her sequined party dress and smudged makeup. Her long blonde hair fell in messy curls down her back, and her bloodshot eyes held a tired glaze.

"A couple hours." She shrugs. "I was actually talking to Elizabeth when I got the call. We both rushed right here"

"But you were drinking!" I scowled, bawling my fists tightly. "You shouldn't have been driving."

"I wasn't gonna leave you in the hospital alone when I thought you were dying" she snaps. "When the hospital phoned me, they said the accident was bad and the fire department had to actually cut open your car to pull you out. I wasn't exactly going to just sit there looking for a sober driver while my best friend was dying."