And that was how it ended, I guess. I had proven that not every love story had an happy end. Actually I wanted to know how he ended up, did he won like planned? Did he died just like I did? These were questions, who were never would be answered. But I still, after all what happened, no matter how much I hated him, wanted to die together, hand in hand. Like we promised to. In fact we would end up separated, but I wanted to stay together with him till the end.
...
But if I was dead, then how the hell was I able to think? Were these things actually my thoughts? Where was I? Too many questions were on my mind, but that did meant that my mind was real.
After a lot of effort I was able to slowly open my eyes, blinded by the light who shined right into it. I wasn't able to move at all, but the blurry sight faded away after a while. I looked up to a perfectly painted white ceiling, my eyes immediately hurt by all the light. I squinted, then forced my head to move to the left. It took so much energy to move at all, but I made it to turn my head.
I saw a big window, I stared through it even though it was hard to keep my damn eyes open. There was a small round table with three chairs close to the window, didn't remember that one. I looked through the window, and saw that the ground and people were so tiny down there. At first I thought that they were just dolls or something, but they moved. It took me some damn time to realise that the place I was, was higher than usual. Still I had no idea where I was.
I looked down, to see my own body. But all I saw were perfect not crooked white sheets of the bed.
A rod was on the end of the bed, and when I looked further around me, I realised it was a hospital.
I looked right, the sympathy in my body overwhelmed all the pain when I saw that perfectly blond haired boy laying there too, in a hospital bed. A lot of tubes attached to him. Weird was it, to see him like this. I always saw him as a mentally and physically strong person, but this was the completely opposite.
I tried to see my own arms, a few tubes went in there too, pumping blood inside of me. Though after that all I felt so dizzy, and laid my head down on the pillow again, which wasn't that soft actually. I was just paralyzed, not sure about the fact that I would be able to talk or walk ever again in my life. Sad to know.
I slowly fell asleep again, for I don't know how long.
When I opened them again, I felt a little more energized than before, like my body started to wake up. Which wasn't a good thing, the pain in my stomach was unbearable. I bit my lip for some relief, but that was just curing pain by another pain. I tried to not give in for this pain, and tried to sit up. I winched once I made it, to sit up I would need my abs (which I didn't have) and that did hurt like hell right now.
I still felt dizzy though, and thirsty like I have never drunk something in my life. I couldn't remember the last time, actually. But I tried to remember whatever I could, just to organise my thoughts a little more, to figure out what happened. Then I realised that there was another person laying in a hospital bed, facing his bed. The bed on the other side of the room, facing mine, was empty. An elder woman it was, according to her grey hair. I couldn't see her face, because she was sleeping on her side. Well I guessed that she was sleeping.
I stretched my neck to release myself from that remaining pain in there. I really felt like a stiff, barely able to move my body and if I did it hurt pretty damn much. Once upon a time I heard someone saying that things would get a lot more clear if I would list them up in my head, so I did.
''My name is Clove Kentwell. I am sixteen years old. I was born in.. in district 2. I moved to district 14, and went to Panem High. I had to compete in a game in the school, and lost it. They all probably hate me. I thought I was dead, but apparently I still live. And now I am in a hospital.'' I thought, then looked to my right side.
And that was, god damn who was that? I did recognize him, but couldn't find his name. Honey blond hair, bright blue eyes. And I felt something like, how would I call that… I guess that people would pronounce it as ''love.'' But what was love? It might be a feeling, but I really didn't know what it was at all. After all, love wasn't in the name, but in the person. I was so damn confused. Although love wasn't the only thing I felt, on the place of my heart I felt like.. nothing.
Yeah, that was what I felt. Nothing, it was completely empty. My stomach was empty too, I wanted to eat something. Not even sure if I could eat something.
I pressed the red button on the wall, at arm's length of my position. Not a minute later a nurse walked inside the room, who glanced around the room, then headed to me.
'I see you have woken up.' She said, her voice soft, but pretty emotionless.
'Yeah.' I could bring out of my throat. Hey, I could say something! I was so satisfied with the fact that I could communicate with this woman.
'What can I do for you?' She asked.
'Can- Can I have something to eat?' I responded, not talking too loud actually.
'I first want to measure your blood pressure.' She said.
I nodded. "Okay.'
Nodding hurt my head, and neck, and the rest of my body That nurse wrapped the sphygmomanometer around my arm, which did felt a little weird. But when she took it off again, she nodded that it was okay. 'You do have to stay in bed.'
'Which day is it?' I asked her.
'Saturday.' She answered. '15th of July.'
'July?' I repeated. 'I thought that it was June.'
'You were in a coma for something like a month.' She told me.
'Oh my god.' I sighed.
Then she walked out of my room, getting my food, I guess. But if I was in a coma, was that blond haired boy in one too? I still couldn't find his name, and I didn't like that. I just had to know his name, god damn it. How could I love someone from who I didn't even know the name of. I couldn't even think properly.
But was I seriously for a month in a coma? How did I even made that? I didn't even know anymore what happened, how I came here. I would just ask the nurse if she came back, she would probably tell me what happened.
The woman walked inside my room again, holding a plate and a glass of water. She placed them on the little desk beside me.
'What did actually happened?' I asked. 'I mean, how did I came here?'
'You got into a car crash.' She nodded, face full of sympathy. Then gestured at him. 'That just happens if you get into a car with a drunk driver.'
'A car crash?' I frowned. 'I don't remember a car crash..'
'Sweetie you don't remember anything.' She said.
'Is he okay?' I asked. Was it really a car crash? Was this all his fault? I didn't want to blame it on him, but what if it was like that?
'Let's just say that you were more lucky.' She shook her head.
'Oh.' My eyes went down. 'Okay.'
'At 8 there is a visitors hour. We will call your parents.'
'Thank you.'
She left some painkillers on the desk too, before exiting the room. I pressed them out of the packing, then swallowed them with the water. I actually did have a lot of pain. After that I started eating the smashed potatoes, which were a little slimy. I looked at if full of disgust. Once I heard someone saying that hospital food was even more unhealthy than fast food. Ah well, I was hungry so I ate it anyways.
After dinner I was getting a little tired, eating did actually cost me a lot of energy. But I didn't want to sleep anymore. I was just stuck in this bed, and if I would have no pain, and just was energized, I wanted to practise walking, and get through the hospital and go outside. But my body wasn't ready to. I put on the headphone, and just started watching MTV on the little screen of my private television.
...
After the good shows ended, I saw it was 7:30 pm. In an half hour my parents would come to visit me. I could take a nap right now, but I was afraid to fall asleep for a very long time, just like in a fairy tale. I turned the TV off, and laid the headphones back where they belonged.
I noticed that the elder woman was awake too, she stared at me. Making me feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe she had some pain or something? Should I ring that bell for her?
'Are you okay?' I asked her.
'Yeah I'm fine.' She said. 'It's just been a while since I had some roommates again.'
'You were in this room all alone?' I felt sorry for her.
'Yeah.' She said.
It remained quiet for a little while, but after a while she spoke again.
'Young lady, you were so lucky.' She told me. 'That boy next to you, he caught several bullets for you.'
As you noticed, this was not an epilogue, She is still alive. Maybe forever, maybe for a small damn time. Who knows?
Last sentence though.
You guys remember the 'car crash- thing' ?
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