Wow. I'm actually getting reviews… YAY! Thank you so much. I can't believe I'm actually updating within a month, even though life is hectic at the moment. I may not be updating soon, because my class and I are leaving for a class trip, so… you may get an update around May 8 or so. I hope you still keep reading although I am away. ENOUGH OF MY MUMBLING! Enjoy the chapter.

Raimundo's POV

I sat in the chair by the hospital bed, unresponsive to any of the doctors or nurses. I wasn't trying to be rude… my mind was just somewhere else. I kept thinking back to why I was in the hospital in the first place.

Flashback

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

"Hurry, get the paddles! She's flat lining! Clear! Clear! She's not responsive!"

I sobbed once more, the world around me beginning to fade. Then, everything went black.

The next thing I saw was a young blonde woman staring at me, a roll of gauze in her hand. She smiled, but didn't say anything. She just kept cleaning what must have been an open wound on my head, because I felt a thick liquid running down the side of my temple. I was about to ask where I was, but as I stared at the bright white walls around me, I knew I had to be in a hospital. Suddenly, I jolted upright. I was in a hospital, which is where Kimiko was bound to be. The nurse put a hand on my shoulder, and eased me back down to the bed, trying to calm me down.

"Sweetie, I'm afraid you can't get up just quite yet. I need to finish stitching up your wound, and then you will be able to leave once the doctor checks you over and give an all clear."

I nodded slightly, and waited for her to finish her job. A short time later, though it seemed like hours to me, a man in his early 30's walked in and came over to me. His smile was crooked, but seemed to cheer me up just the slightest bit.

"I heard you fell and hit your head on the sidewalk. Nasty little cut you got there, but we can fix that up right away. I'm just glad you didn't get a concussion, otherwise you would be in here a little longer than you would want."

I didn't say anything, not wanting to make conversation and take up more time from seeing how Kimiko was doing. The doctor was mumbling on how I looked like his grandson and that I was a handsome young fellow. I appreciated the compliments, but he was wasting too much time. Finally, I had to ask, "I am healthy, doc? Can I leave… please?"

He smiled at me, the corners of his mouth crinkling like a paper lunch bag, and he made a gesture towards the door, allowing me to go. I thanked him, and ran to the nurse's desk to ask where Kimiko was. She told me Room 149, and I sprinted down the hall until I found the right number.

I stopped in front of the door, afraid to go in and see what she looked like. I put my hand over the door handle, and hesitated slightly before opening the door and going in. The first thing I saw brought a fresh batch of tears to my eyes as I walked slowly to the bed. Lying there was a beautiful angel; her once sapphire eyes now closed for what I hoped wouldn't be permanent. I gazed at her, and realized she wasn't breathing. I looked at the machines, and realized that they were the only things keeping her alive.

I pulled over a chair, and sat down. Kimiko's hand was laying there, palm up, so I slid my hand into hers. I stayed like that, until I fell into a peaceful slumber, not even the nighttime nurses woke me up. The next morning, when I awoke, I looked upward to Kimiko's face. And she was staring right back!

Wow… this ending was kind of bad. I hope the next chapter is a little better. I wanted to get this out to you guys before I leave for a week-long trip, on which I won't be able to use a computer. So, I hurried to get this out to you. Expect an update around the middle of May. Sorry to keep you waiting! Please read and review!