Hot Chocolate (George Shelley)

Chapter Eleven - Friends

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hiya guys??

I just wanted to know, are you all actually enjoying this fanfiction?? When I started it I didn't particularly have much of an idea what I was going to do with it. But then it just came to me all of a sudden.

I know my writing skills aren't the best and I'm still an amateur, but I don't get that much motivation. I don't want to sound selfish, it's just I don't know if you're enjoying it as much as you should be??

It must be something I'm not doing right, so just bare with me when I say, please just tell me how I can improve?? It would really help a lot, it would give me ways to boost your happiness and enjoyment when you read this!

So for your sake as well as mine, please let me know how I can improve or if you have any ideas that would make it more interesting.

I'll dedicate the next chapter to the person who gives me the best reason?? Or just an idea that I can use to improve??

Okay seriously, thank you for reading that. Hopefully you'll keep all that in mind.

Right, I just want to say you are all amazing and beautiful! I'm so so happy your comments always make me smile! Thank you all I just love seeing your comments, even if they aren't very positive ones, just any comment makes me so happy and definitely lets me know I should update!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! <3

Sorry if this is a bit of a filler :L

Okay well,

That's all for my ranting so...

~enjoy

Chapter Eleven - Friends

I sat with my head in my hands. Wrapping myself up in darkness, watching the colourful blotches swing past my vision, it was like watching into a new world, where everything was fast and busy. It calmed me momentarily.

I flinched away as a small pointed probe poked into my shoulder. I made a small gap in my fingers and glanced up to see Mason knelt down in front of me. His eyes sparked with worry and his voice was creamed with reasoning, as if he was worried one wrong word will send the building into chaos.

"Sandy, we should go now-"

"No."

"Sandy look, George will be fine."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do, I spoke with the doctor."

"So did I. I'm not leaving until I know he's going to be alright."

The sound of Masons deep sigh wafted into my ears. I felt the gentle air rush towards me as he stood up.

"Fine. We're staying for ten more minutes. That's it."

I nodded and finally left the world of darkness. I peered round the stuffy room. There was an elderly couple sat in the chairs opposite. Their hands were intertwined and they bore a look of worry and sadness. The tiny sob of a young child was heard from the other side of the room, as it's blonde curls buried into its mothers arms.

I've never liked hospitals. They were always a place of sadness and fear.

"Miss Carpenter?" I looked up at the sound of my name being spoken, all my attention was suddenly directed to the direction it came from.

One of the nurses was stood at the doorway, looking around the room. I stood up and walked over to her. She led me straight to George's room, but stopped before turning the handle.