I sit there, foot tapping. My hands still faintly stained with her blood. I take in a cool breath, trying to calm down. I saved her, I didn't know that it could be possible, yet she has a very likely chance of surviving.

Still tapping.

I haven't even looked at myself in the mirror, taking her truck keys from her pocket in the process of putting pressure on her abdomen. My eyes sting, from involuntary crying, and just trying to stay awake. From what I know, Chloe is still in the ER, and I've been waiting for the OK from the doctors ever since. I take out my phone, and look at the unnecessary amounts of text messages and missed calls from various people, those can wait, I need to focus on my number-one-priority. The time says 8:19 pm which means she's been in there for about four hours.

Relax Max... rhymes...

I lean back in the maroon chair, that was obviously made for people under four feet tall. Being about five-foot-six, I definitely am not comfortable. What if Chloe getting shot was the only way to save the town, and what if it was just me who didn't actually fulfil their destiny in that point in time? Either way, I'm not letting Chloe go. I thought to myself as I slump in the uncomfortable chair. Maybe I just needed to be an everyday hero... I smiled to myself, feeling my body slowly accept the horrible feeling of the child sized maroon chair.

My hoodie scrunches up around me, making it feel much bigger than I give it credit for. I look down at my outfit, most covered in a reddish brown matter, that didn't make me feel too great to think about. I could go back to my dorm, soak my clothes in peroxide and change... but I don't really want to miss it if the docs tell me she's fine. I decide to stay put, might as well just save the gas that Chloe has left in her rust bucket.

My hand feels my lips, remembering the way that it felt when Chloe kissed me lovingly. My cheeks heat up at the thought, though the hospital is actually kinda chilly. I stretch my feet out in front of the small chair, much like a relaxed Chloe position.

Minutes...

Hours...

Sleep eventually must take me, because soon enough, I check my phone as it reads 4:42 am...

I stretch, then slowly rise to my feet. I hobble over to the desk, trying to not look like I just got out of "Battle Royale" and try to casually lean onto it. Not really my style, so it ends up being a bit awkward. An older lady, behind the counter, looks at me with a concerned but knowing expression.

"Do you have... any information on Chloe Price?" I ask timidly. I can only hope for the best.

The lady searches through her computer. I scratch my head awkwardly, trying not to look like I've been in the hospital for twelve hours.

The lady gives me a small smile, "About...," She looks at the time, "Two hours ago, she was successfully pulled from surgery." Her voice is strained, her graying hair is pulled back into a tight pony-tail.

I swallow, hoping to get the words out. Chloe is fine! I did it! "How long do you think... until..." I trail off hoping that she'll understand what I'm asking for.

She smiles again, looking to make sure that nobody is too close to hear, "I'll let you in, though I'm only supposed to let in family." She finds a note card, writing the room number on it. "You're the one who saved her life," she gestures to her right, "I think that you could be that girls hero."

I have a feeling that she knows Chloe through past events. "Can I ask you something?" I ask taking the the post-it, she nods, "Do you know Chloe?"

"Honey," She smiles, "It'd be pretty hard to not know that girl of Joyce's."

I nod, as if figuring that Chloe is pretty rowdy, "Well," I say looking as grateful as I can, "Thank you for letting me in." I smile back at her again.

I look at the note, 314, it reads. I find the door, standing in front of the even number.

I step into the dimly lit room, hearing Chloe stirring slightly. I find the bathroom, switching on the light, I look in the mirror. At first, I don't recognize myself. Looking wide awake, dried blood splattered slightly on my face, my hair looks like a rabid animal was living in it. I attempt to wash myself off the best that I can, but I still look like garbage. I run my small, slender hands through my hair. I alway hated my hands, they just look a bit too small compared to everyone else's. I leave the light on in the bathroom, and walk back into main room.

I always hated hospital decorations, Chloe's were especially weird. The wallpaper was covered in bears wearing overalls. Whoever picked that should be shamed, because it looks horrendous. Coming from Max the hypocrite...

I sit in an actual chair this time. I lean my head on one of Chloe's extra pillows, being careful to not disturb her. I take her hand in mine, intertwining our finger. Somehow, through all of the stress this last week... I feel like everything is going to be okay.

Two hours later...

I wake to a small movement, and footsteps. I wake up to feel my face nestled into the crook of Chloe's neck. Feeling slightly sore from laying like that, I sit up to stretch. Chloe and my hand still bound together. I feel her slightly grip my fingers.

"Max?" Asks a strained voice. Though strained, I still know who it belongs to.

I look around now, looking at the digital clock near the hospital bed it reads: 6:14 am. I don't even remember the last time I woke up this early. I find Chloe's face, gently I reach to her, with the hand not bound to my own.

"How are you doing?" I ask Chloe, watching her soft blue eyes as they flit from every detail on my face.

I slowly push some blue strands of hair from her forehead. She cringes at it a little, which makes me smirk. "I'm not gonna lie," She says while looking down at her stomach in an exaggerated way, "I've been better." She lets out a small smile now though, "But fuck it, they are pumping me full of drugs," She looks around the room, "I thought I was super high an hour ago, but these decorations seem to be the same." She grimaces.

"I was looking at them earlier too," I say, equally disliking them, "Super weird."

Chloe's hand shoots up to my shoulder, "Max." She states more than asks.

"What is it?" I search her eyes for some explanation.

"Thank you." She says. Her hand drops from my arm, and starts to curl the blanket between her fingers.

I know Chloe doesn't like to use manners, it's probably really shocking for her to say things like this. "You so don't need to say that to me," I state, "I was a total dick that didn't keep in touch." Chloe's eyes close, and her hand clenches the blanket rather roughly now. "Look, I know that I messed up. I still want to laugh and talk shit with my best friend." I give her a crooked smile now.

"You're right," She says in a tone that convincingly tells me that she is not having any type of excuses, "You were a dick, and you did mess up." She says in her pissed voice, she takes a breath big enough without hurting herself. "But, you saved my life, and got Prescott thrown in the hole." She pauses for a second, "And you came back to me, all in one day. That's pretty Bizzaro Max."

"Are we even then?" I ask, smiling at her comic book reference.

"If that's what the cool kids say." Chloe smiles. "So... I guess Seattle sucked hard?" She asks the question that made her freak on me last time.

"It was fun," I start, but see her face starting to contort into anger, "But it would've been better with my best friend." I say, seeing her face lighten up a little.

A nurse swiftly pops through the door, the lady who helped me earlier. She smiles, "Can I get you girls anything?" She asks, Chloe and I both shake our heads, and she was gone.

"So, you never told me," I start, "Have you had any serious relationships while I was gone?" I ask this as generally as I could, Chloe might not even like boys.

She snorts, "Fuck no, the people around here are gross." She smiles, "I went through a bad boy phase, hella stupid, I promise." She runs a hand through her hair. "What about you?"

I start to blush a little, "There's this guy, Warren," She gives me a skeptical look, "He's nice, but not really my type."

She let's out a short chuckle, "What is your type?" She asks, which nearly catches me off guard, but I try not to react to much to it. You, is what I want to say, but hold my tongue. "A sexy nurse?"

"Chloe, are you-" I try to get out but get cut off by her.

"Emo boys? Emo girls?" Her voice growing with more sarcasm and volume.

"No, Chloe-"

"Bikers?" Her laughter is starting to kick in.

"Are you done?" I ask, not wanting to get picked on anymore.

"I guess."

"Nobody wants a nerd like me anyways..." I trail off.

"Fuck that dude," She almost attempts to sit up, but immediately forces her body back down. "Nerds are sexy as fuck." She winces a bit.

"Yeah?" I ask, getting the idea that she might be flirting with me, but brush it off. She wouldn't say nice things about me, and not mean it... would she?

Her nose wrinkles, "Well if nobody else wants you, I guess I'll take you." She laughs again.

"Wow," I enthuse, "I feel so special."

"You fucking better, because I'm not messing around here." She winks.

Do we end up loving each other in both timelines? I mean, she did kiss me back...