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It feels so... sureal. I'm just watching her sleep. Or is she just unconsious? I don't know. Nurses and doctors are running around. I don't think it's good when they run... The big ones back, I think he's incharge or something. They keep poking her and checking her heart rate or something. I don't like it when they touch her. Which probably makes me seem crazy... er. But I don't want anyone but me touching her. Her skin's always so soft... and I love her eyes. She only lets her guard down for me and they're always so deep and soft when she does. Innocent, almost like a child. And I know she needs me... If her eyes were open now, they would look like that. Asking me to protect her even though she won't say it because she's too afraid. And I would just reach for her hand. I wouldn't let go... I'm not talking about her hand though. I'll never let Ashley go.
"Would you like to see her miss?... Um. Hello? Miss?"
"Uh? Oh, uh is she..."
"She'll probably be fine. But uhm... are you sure that it was just a fight because... it sort of seems like she crashed a car or... something?" I think he sees the fear flash across my eyes. Car crash, it's that bad? Oh gosh! "It's not that bad though dear. Uhm... maybe you should just go in and see her..."
"Thanks." I say. I hear him mumble to himself as he walks away.
"Damn, this is why my marige never worked out, stupid comunication!"
"Hey baby." I brush the hair from her sleeping/unconsious face. Tears burn the corners of my eyes and I bend down and kiss her forhead. "Gosh, Ash, I love you so much."
-Paula's Pov-
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-Spencer's Pov-
I feel someone watching us so I turn around. Oh yay. The excitment, the joy.
"Mom, what are you doing? Gosh, were you spying on us, cause I don't really think Ashley can corrupt me right now." Uhmmm, I'm pissed and I'm actully showing it. This is a refreashing change.
"No, actully I'm here because I thought you'd like to know what's scoffs wrong with her."
"Well..." I'm so scared to hear what my mother has to say.
"She has a concusion. It's not pretty. Obviously she has some bruses and a black eye. She also has two brused ribs, third one is broken and she sprained her wrist. Whatever she hit her head on also gave her a pretty... bad ... gash... Spencer?" I can't see anymore. Tears are streaming down my face. Oh gosh! It was just a fight though! My mother embraces me. " ." I pull out of her embrace. I dont' want her to comefert me when she doesn't even care about Ashley. "Sweetie, whats wrong?"
"What's wrong?! My girlfriend has a concousion! And you don't even care! You don't even care that a girl, the girl I LOVE is lying unconsious in a hospital for DEFENDING ME!"
"Spencer! Don't raise your voice to me. I-"
"She was defending me. Something you'll never do." I whisper it. The words are stated almost like a realization. I finaly realized it. I look at her. My eyes pleading for anything, something. For her to say I'm wrong. That this is okay. Anything!... but she just walks away...
