Hey Guys! Thanks for all of the awesome reviews. To be honest, I didn't really think it was that good of a story, but apparently I was wrong. There are a couple of reviews in particular that really stuck out to me.

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Nina's POV

From the puzzled looks on everybody's faces I knew that I had said something wrong.

"What's wrong? I just asked who Nina is." I muttered. "And why am I on ice?"

The boy cradling me answered me. "You're Nina. That's your name. You're on the ice because we were all ice skating. Someone ran into you and you hit your head. You could have a minor case of amnesia."

"Or major." Someone in the crowed muttered.

"Do you remember anything?" the boy asked. Starting to shake my head no, I wailed out in pain and the shooting pain that ravaged through my body at the simple motion. Just then a group of men with a stretcher came up next to me.

"Is this the girl?" the one who seemed to be the leader asked. Fabian nodded, and they gently lifted me onto the stretcher. Slightly scratchy sheets lined the stretcher, and a pathetic pillow with about half of an inch of stuffing was placed under my head. They started to roll me out when I heard a voice call out from behind me.

"Wait. Can I come with you?" the boy asked.

"Fine, but hurry. We need to get her to the hospital stat." the man said. Within seconds my view was much improved, if you catch my drift. That boy's hand clasped mine when they lifted me into the ambulance, and my stomach started doing flips. It felt like I had the entire Chinese acrobatic Olympic team inside my stomach. Once the car started moving, they shined a light in front of my eyes.

"Well, she doesn't have a concussion, but her heart is racing way faster than it should be. We need to calm her down." The head E.M.T. said. The boy nodded, and leaned over me.

"Nina, you're okay. I'll be right here by you, but they want you to take this special gas. They said your heart rate picked up rapidly when they lifted you into the ambulance. Your head wound is getting worse." He said, completely oblivious to why my heart was racing. My face turned beet red. I nodded, and Fabian grabbed the mask. It was blue and had a white strap they would use to wrap it around my head. Once Fabian had the mask in place, a sweet yet slightly cloying mist rushed into the mask. Sighing deeply, I closed my eyes and let the mist carry me off to dreams of the blue eyed boy.

Fabian's POV

"So, do you guys know what's wrong with her?" I asked, worry coating my voice.

"Relax, we'll get your little girlfriend to the hospital soon enough." The driver said. A scarlet blush crept its way over my face, and they head E.M.T. laughed.

"What Frank means is that we're almost to the hospital, and they will be able to give a much more accurate diagnosis than we can. All we know is that she has a severe head wound but no concussion. That's why we could put her under without any worry."

I looked over at Nina, her sleeping body gently inhaling and exhaling. Her lips looked red and full. All I wanted to do was reach over and kiss her awake. Just forget the mystery, the ambulance driver, everything. Nina and I would be the only things that mattered, at least for a little while. No, Fabian. Of all of the times you shouldn't be thinking about that, this is the biggest. I mentally chided myself. Just then, we ran over a huge pothole, shooting me a foot off of the seat.

"We're here." The driver called.

"Don't you think you guys should maybe fix that?" I asked.

"Hey, you and me both. But that isn't our department." He said. Then they opened the doors and gently lifted Nina out of the ambulance. Hopping out after her, I did my best to stay with her. Stepping inside the hospital, I winced. Hospitals aren't my favorite place to be to begin with, but the fact that Nina has to be in one just made it all the worse. Suddenly a nurse about a foot shorter than me appeared out of nowhere.

"We'll take her from here. I'm afraid you'll have to wait out here. Can we have a name so that when we have a diagnosis we can call you?" she asked.

"Fabian Rutter." I said. She curtly nodded and pushed Nina in through the heavy swinging doors.