--ISLAS POV--
I wake up to a white hospital room. I look around to see Ricky sitting next to me with his head in his hands and Kian in the corner staring daggers in Rickys back. I look at my arm and see stichs and an IV, then I remembered what happened last night, or maybe more days had passed. I sit up and my head gits dizzy. Ricky pops his head up and Kian runs to my bedside, Kian grabs my hand and Ricky grabs my head before I could slam it back down on the pillow from the dizzyness.
I lay back down and ask, "Where the heack am I?"
Kian kisses my hand and replise with, "You were asleep for 3 days...you, you tried to-" He starts to cry and just kisses my hand again.
Ricky looks up at me and whispers, "You tried to kill yourself."
I nod, I knew what I did. Kian looks up at me with tear filled eyes and smiles, I give him a weak smile back. I missed three days, crap...that means I missed Jenn and Jcs wedding. Before I could ask Ricky and Kian about it Jenn burst into the small hospital room with Jc not far behind her. She looks at me and starts to cry, she runs over to my bedside pushing Ricky out of the way and hugs me. Jc just stands in the corner not saying anything. I hug Jenn back and she whispers, "We postponed the wedding." I try to push her off and glare at her.
"You should have had your wedding! I don't want to bud into your own life and make you not get married on the perfect date you wanted! You even already set everything up!"
My heart monitor starts to beep faster and faster, a bunch of nurses ran in and Jenn gave me a hurt look as Jc pulled her out of the room. Kian grabs my hand and Ricky runs to my side but the nurses make them leave.
They ask me a bunch of questions and next thing I know I'm being wealed into the mental ward.
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