Lights Out

Lights Out

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Last thing I know my head hits the door and lights out! I don't know what happened after that but according to the doctors I was unconscious for 16 hours, had two broken ribs, a broken arm and scratches at the left side of my head that I was too scared to look at. As soon as I opened my eyes, a male sigh was heard. Who was that? Is my brother here with me? Why would he? Unfortunately, at the time my vision wasn't clear enough to answer any of my questions. I was very confused about my surroundings. "Dieu merci you're awake! How are you feeling? I hope not too bad. I would not be able to live with myself if you wouldn't wake up! Oh mon Dieu, what if you didn't. Olivia, I'm so terribly sorry for everything! I hope you can forgive me." the boy spoke in a broken french accent. It was cute, though. I couldn't actually concentrate on his words even though I could understand him perfectly fine. Who is he and why is he asking for my forgiveness? Is he the one responsible for me being in this position right now? Did he save me? I looked over to the probably french boy, only to see a blurry face. I couldn't even recognize him but I could understand that he was laying on the bed next to mine so he must've not been my brother. Or maybe he had to get hospitalized too. "I'm sorry. What?"
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