A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first O.C. fic, so bear with me. The pairings will be Ryan/Marissa, but mostly focusing on Seth/Summer (How cute are they?) Anyways, reviews are appreciated and I love suggestions… or constructive criticism. Oh, and if you didn't know, the story is told from Seth's POV. Enjoy!
"Okay, this has gone on long enough. Let's just bust through the doors and demand and explanation," I said, growing restless.
"Good plan, that will get you thrown out of the hospital, Seth," Ryan snapped.
Summer stood up and straightened out the folds of her skirt, "Seth's right. Marissa is my best friend; I need to see that she's ok." With that, she walked off in search for some news.
Ryan didn't object that time.
"Oh, sure. You keep your mouth shut for her," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
The smile I expected to see never came, "What if she's not okay? Seth, I don't know what I'll do if she's not okay."
"Ryan, you've done everything you possibly could. Marissa will be fine, I know it," I said, trying to reassure him.
He offered me a weak smile.
"Well, I'm famished. Maybe this hospital has some decent food, care to look around?" I asked.
"You go ahead; I'll wait here until the doctors come."
I nodded and walked off.
I managed to grab a snickers bar so there would be "no unfortunate sides of hunger" on my part, and was heading back over to join Ryan.
A man in a white coat had his back to me while talking to Ryan and Summer. I assumed it was the doctor, so I strolled up to join them.
"How's Marissa?" I questioned.
"She's okay now. She seemed to have taken too many pain killers that caused her to become unconscious for a few hours. Even though there is nothing wrong, I would feel better if she stayed the night for observations," The doctor informed.
All three of us let out a deep breath.
"Can we see her?" Ryan asked.
"Sure, she's in room 204. Just keep walking down this hallway, third door to your left."
"Thanks."
I knocked on the door.
"Come in," said Marissa.
We opened the door to the room. Marissa lay on the bed in one of those paper hospital gowns. She looked a lot better than she did a few hours ago; she regained most of the color in her face.
"How are you feeling?" asked Ryan.
"I'm feeling alright," Marissa said. A few seconds later she continued, " Listen you guys, I'm really sorry. I did a really stupid thing, I don't even know why I did it," Marissa said.
Summer walked up and gave her friend a hug, "It's okay, Coop. We're just glad you're alright.
The two girls exchanged smiles.
"Well, it looks like I'm stuck here for tonight, why don't you guys go back to the hotel?" Marissa suggested.
"It's already like 3 am, we might as well stay here," I said.
"Yeah, Coop, we'll all go back later, but right now, I want to sleep," Summer said.
The room was surprisingly very nice; a plush couch and a chair, which both looked incredibly comfortable.
"Ryan flopped onto the couch and gave me a smirk.
Looks like I would be sleeping next to Summer two nights in a row. Since when did I get so lucky?