After several minutes Atlanta stopped crying and looked up to see the saddened and worried faces of her friends. One face was missing though. Archie. She flinched at the thought of his name. She remembered how he had looked. His bright purple hair dull. His easy go attitude replaced with a look of pain and sorrow. His tear stained face. His wounds, the blood. She remembered everything too well. It felt like she was in a nightmare that would never end. The pain would never go away. Then, she remembered Archie was hanging on a thread of life. She remembered that there might be some hope that he would live.
"Atlanta I think you should rest. You look tired and your wounds need to heal too you know." Theresa said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"But I have to know if Archie is alright! Wouldn't you feel the same way if Jay was in his place?" Atlanta cried.
Jay and Theresa blushed madly. After a few seconds of silence Theresa spoke up.
"Well, of course I would, Atlanta, but you obviously need to rest. I promise you if I find any news about Archie I will wake you up immediately."
"Ok…" Atlanta said, slowly.
She walked over to an empty couch and lay down. In a few minutes she was sleeping peacefully. Theresa walked over to Jay and sat beside him.
"Do you think Atlanta will be ok? She looks pretty depressed." Theresa said, worriedly.
"Don't worry she'll be ok. She just needs some time." Jay said.
"I suppose… I hope Archie will be ok. I don't want Atlanta being like this forever!" Theresa cried, quietly. A tear fell from her face.
"Theresa, don't worry! He'll be fine." Jay said, reassuringly.
He wiped the tear away. He looked at her beautiful emerald eyes. She still looked beautiful. She turned away. He blushed slightly. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but now was not the right time. He really did feel sorry for Archie. He got beat up and he still hasn't told Atlanta that he loved her. On the other hand he didn't tell Theresa that he loved her either. A nurse rushed in to the waiting room and said
"Your friend will live."