Thanks to all that that commented. Here is the next chapter,enjoy!
"Be open to your dreams, people. Embrace that distant shore. Because our mortal journey is over all too soon." -David Assael
Hospital
Marissa approached the bed with caution. Her heart lurched at the sight of Alex, with her neck brace and labored breathing. Alex was worse than she could have imagined. From what the doctor had told her, Marissa knew that she had a broken neck, several broken ribs, a collapsed lung, and several internal injuries. A patch covered Alex's left eye, and her right eye was swollen shut. Her bottom lip had swelled to twice its normal size. Blond and purple hair lay in a tangled mess around her head.
"Oh my god, look at you." Marissa choked, rushing to Alex's side. The one eye that was exposed painfully blinked open, and she smiled when she saw who was there.
"Hey." Alex whispered. It was obvious that it was painful for her to make even the slightest sound, so Marissa gestured for her to stop talking.
"I feel like a pirate, you know with my eye patch, and I'll have to get a peg for my broken foot, and I'll be all set." Alex said, ignoring Marissa's gesture and trying to relieve some of the tension in the room. Marissa, however, could find no humor in the situation. She simply took grasped Alex's hand, and rested her head on her pillow, so that they were only inches apart. Marissa placed a single kiss on one of Alex's undamaged cheeks. Alex's labored breathing became slow and regular, so Marissa pulled a chair to the bedside, and prepared for a long night.
A sudden beeping noise went off from Alex's room, and Ryan, who was lying on a bench in the hall, jerked awake. He couldn't tell if it was morning, because the rain hadn't let up yet. A team of doctors rushed past Ryan and into Alex's room. Ryan jumped up to see if he could find out what had happened. All he could make out through the small window in the door was a crowd of doctors around Alex's bed, and a kindly nurse trying to console a hysterical Marissa. Ryan quickly opened the door. Upon pleading looks from the nurse, Ryan grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room. In the hall, he sat her down to try to calm her down. She was inconsolable. He simply hugged her, and waited patiently for her tears to end. Finally, it got to a point where Marissa had stopped crying.
She just kept muttering, "She's dead, she's dead…" as if she were trying to convince herself of the fact.
"It's ok, I am here." Ryan said, and Marissa finally looked at him for the first time that day, as if she just realized he was there.
"Can you take me home?" she whispered.
"Yes, I can do that." Ryan replied, and he took her home.
