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Belly P.O.V

I blinked my eyes open.

"Mmmm." I heard myself mumble.

"She's waking up." I heard someone whisper.

"Wh-where am I?" I heard myself stutter.

"Honey, you're in the emergency room." It was my dad.

"Am, am I okay?"

He smiled. "You're gonna be fine, you lost a lot of blood." He told me. I felt like Bella in Twilight.

"Where's Conrad? and Jeremiah? and Steven?" I mumbled.

"Jeremiah and Steven didn't get as hurt as you guys, and they'll be okay, but they're in a lot of legal trouble. As for Conrad…." His voice trailed off.

"Wh-what's wrong with Conrad?" I asked nervously.

"He's hurt." I felt myself jump up out of my bed; I lost my balance and fell back onto the bed.

"Belly, they're doing everything they can for him." He told me and he started to rub my arm.

"Just tell me what's wrong with him." My eyes filled up with tears.

"He needs surgery. He got glass in his chest, and he was a little drunk, remember?"

A tear shot down my cheek. "Yes, is he gonna be alright? Is he gonna" I stopped, "Leave?" I looked into my dad's warm eyes.

"They don't know. Since it's in his chest, they don't know whether or not it affected his heart." He told me, and I panicked.

"No! No, Dad! No! You're lying to me! He's gonna be fine! He's not that hurt! Stop lying!" I screamed, and now I was sobbing.

The nurse came over. "Honey, listen, Conrad's condition was worse than yours, your brothers, and your friend's. But think of it this way, there were people with worse conditions then Conrad's and they survived. It's a 25/75 chance." She told me, and I immediately said,

"Which chance is the one he'll live?"

She chuckled. "The 75, sweetie. All we could do is hope for the best. Get your rest, now." I looked over at my dad, and he nodded.

"Dad, where's mom?"

"She's with Steven. Mr. Fisher's with Jeremiah and Susannah's with Conrad." I nodded.

"Okay." I said.

"Get your rest, sweetie." My Dad said, kissed my forehead and left the room.

I nodded, but I knew I couldn't sleep now. Not that I knew Conrad could die. Not that I knew he might not make it.

He had to be okay. He just had to.

"Nurse." I said, "I'll get my rest in a moment, can I have that pad and a pencil please?"

She nodded and brought them over to me. I threw the covers off me to see that my right leg was bandaged up, and so was my left arm. Good thing I was a righty. I took the pencil to the pad and I started to write.

Dear Conrad,

Hey, right now, were in the emergency room. We just got into a really bad car accident. The windshield shattered on us. I was driving even though I'm only sixteen. You said you couldn't drive because you were too drunk. Jeremiah and Steven were totally wasted. Anyways, we're here, and they say you could die and you need surgery. Well I'm writing this to tell you that, I love you. I really, really love you.

Ever since I was twelve. I loved you before we went out when I was thirteen, and now I'm sixteen, sitting in a hospital bed, with tears rolling down my cheeks, hoping you'll be alright. I was the driver. This was MY fault this happened. If anyone should have gotten glass in their chest it should have been me. Don't die on me, Conrad. Please, please PLEASE. You just can't. Can't. I hope the surgery goes well.

Please, be strong.

Love, Belly

I read the note over and over and over again before putting it down on the table beside my bed.

"Thank You." I said to the nurse before lying down.

"No problem, Belly."

Tears were still rolling down my cheeks as I feel to sleep.

The next morning I woke up, with my eyes swollen.

"Belly? Are you okay?" I heard someone say. My eyes were just about swollen shut, but I opened them of what I could and I saw a face. It was Jeremiah.

"I'm- I'm fine. What happened with you?" I said, sleepily.

"I'm in trouble for being so drunk, but let's not talk about that. Let's talk about what's going on."

"Okay, did Con have his surgery yet?" I asked, tiredly.

"Oh, you knew about that? Yeah, it went okay." He told me.

"Just okay? Is he okay?" I asked, with precaution.

"No, okay isn't the word. I meant good. The surgery went really well." He told me, and the feeling of worry went away, and I let the feeling of relief in.

"Is he awake yet?" I asked, warmly.

"Um, no. The surgery went well. But Conrad's….um…." His voice trailed off like my dad's did. Relief was suddenly gone and worry came back.

I sat up and said. "No, what's going on! Why does everyone but me know what's happening!" I said, and my swollen eyes let a few tears fall.

"Conrad's in a coma. If he doesn't wake up in two days…." He paused. "We lost him." He told me, whispering the last sentence. Tears fell from his eyes too.

"Jere, you're kidding. Please, tell me you're kidding." I said.

He let me hug him. "No, I'm sorry. I'm not." We both started sobbing in each other's arms.

"Let's just hope for the best, and if we lose him, well always have his memory." He said, ending the hug.

"mmhmm." I replied.

"we're gonna be okay." He said.

"I know, it's just that, I'm so worried about him." I said.

"I am too." He said, and he held my hand.

"I really hope he wakes up." I said, quietly.

"Me too." He said in a breathy tone.

He leaned forward, there was no more talking. I leaned back, and our lips touched almost instantly. It was like magic. I suddenly remembered when I was kissing Conrad, and how awkward it was back then, but not with Jeremiah. All he had to do was lean forward and you knew right away what was going on, and you couldn't help but except his offer.

Our lips parted when we both needed air. "After you and Con get better, and Steven and I are bailed out of jail, you wanna go catch a movie or something?" He asked.

I smiled. "Sure. I look forward to it.

Yay! Okay, I'm sorry to say, it might be a while until the next chapter is up unfortunately. Sorry about that.

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