Wen

Two days, three hours, and nineteen minutes. That's how long it's been since Olivia told me she loved me. Also, it's been that long since a car hit Olivia.

She has been in and out of surgeries. She never woke up and we weren't allowed to see her. That's the problem. We can't see her, at all.

Sydney hasn't left the hospital since she arrived with my dad after I called her. Her brown hair was in a messy bun and no make-up. Her eyes were so red and puffy it looked like she got punched while her nose was red and raw. In a nutshell, she looked a mess.

My dad was holding her close, rubbing her back as Sydney cried into his chest. I could tell he was trying to be strong for her but now and then you would see a tear slip down his cheek.

Georgie was sitting next my Dad. She was upset but she didn't cry. I haven't seen her cry since my Mom left two years ago. She had one of the books Olivia gave her in her lap, reading.

I had my arms on my knees and my face in the palms of my hand. I didn't cry in front of everybody but I did go to the bathroom and sob when I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was mostly thinking though.

I know I love Olivia. How? I don't know. But I had strong feelings of love towards her that I never felt before. The way her dark brown eyes would change when her moods did. They hardened when she was mad; the only thing you could see was your reflection. When she told me about her Mom, it felt like you could see into her soul.

I also loved the way she wasn't afraid to tell people off, even if it was mostly me. I have to admit it did feel good to have someone put me in my place, though. I mean after my Dad met Sydney, I've been ignored. That was my fault because I was being a selfish bastard.

A light bulb went off in my head. I am a selfish bastard! My Dad was finally able to move on but I wasn't. I was being a total ass hole. I have my reasons, stupid reasons, and I need to fix this.

"Sydney? Dad? I am so sorry. I am a selfish bastard. I was just mad that my Dad was able to move on after everything that happened. It was almost like you were replacing Mom," I said, looking up into their eyes.

"Oh, Wen. I would never try to do that. I loved your Dad and I wanted to be a part of your life," She said patting my knee.

I smiled, "Truce?"

"Truce" she agreed.

"Wait, does this mean I can give you a hug?" Sydney asked looking up at me.

"Sure, why not?" I said standing up. She got up and wrapped her arms around me. I did that same and looked to see my Dad looking the happiest I've seen him in year.

"Thank you, Son," he said as he got up and joined the hug.

"Come on, Georgie," Sydney said looking to her. She got up happily, her red curls bouncing and joined the hug.

This is the first family hug I ever had. The only thing missing was Olivia.

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"Olivia White," a tall, balding doctor called out.

We looked at one another, standing up in sync and walked towards the doctor.

"Are you Olivia White's family?"

"No, we're aliens from another galaxy," Georgie said, sarcasm oozing from voice. Wonder where she got that?

"Georgie," my Dad scolded but he had a small smile playing on his lips.

"Any way, I am Dr. Pist-"

He got cut off by laughing, "Dr. Piss? What kind of name is that?"

"Not Piss, Pist," He said exaggerating the "T" sound.

"Wen," it was my Dad's turn to scold me.

"Sorry Dr. Pist," I said mocking the way he made the "T" sound.

Dr. Pist glared at me but continued, "Olivia suffered from a deep gash on the head, 3 broken ribs, a broken leg, with a lot of bruises and cuts. She's still not up, but you can go and see her now, Follow me."

We followed him down the white walls of the hospital that wrecked of bleach and sick people. He stopped in front of door 546 and opened it. We all walked in and Dr. Pist closed the door, leaving us alone.

Olivia looked like shit. Her head was wrapped with white gauze and her leg was in a bulky brace. The entire surface of her skin was covered in bruises and scrapes. She was hooked up to a machine that beeped constantly. She had IV's in her arm, dripping medication into a little tube.

Sydney silently let the tears fall down her face as she sat down in the closest chair to Olivia and held Olivia's hand. My dad, Georgie, and I stood awkwardly in the room just watching.

After about five minutes my Dad broke the silence, "Georgie and I are going to the Cafeteria. Anyone want to come?"

Sydney and I shook our heads but told him to bring us something.

When they left I sat down across from Sydney and brushed a strand of Olivia's bangs from her face.

"You like her," Sydney stated looking up at me.

I felt myself blush, "Yeah. I think I love her. I don't really know but when I say her kissing another guy, I got really jealous."

"A lot of love stories do start out as hate."

I nodded and we fell into silence, only the beeping of the machines could be heard.

All of a sudden Olivia's eyes fluttered but stayed closed.

Hello lovely people who read my stories. The next chapter will be Olivia's point of view. I feel like I can write more in her POV. So I will try to write and post that within the week.

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