Stan's eyes fluttered open but the brightness overwhelmed him, everything was so, white. I'm dead he thought. But then his ears began to pick up noises. Low talking and beeping, it sounded like a heart rate monitor. Wait you usually find them in a; hospital. Then it all sunk in he was alive. Sheila must have called an ambulance when he collapsed outside his best friend's house.

He opened his eyes again and waited until his eyes adjusted to the light. He could hear crying as well as talking. Everyone looked like blurs but then it all became clear. "He's awake" a voice shouted, he looked in the direction of the noise a brown haired doctor looked surprised at him. He felt his right hand being squeezed and saw his teary eyed mother look at him; his father looked behind her and sighed in relief. To his left sat his best friend Kyle who looked directly at him, he sniffed "dude, you're okay"

"Have you been crying?" Stan asked, when he saw Kyle nod he laughed "gay wad" Kyle managed to laugh "looks like your back to normal" Stan looked down at the end of his bed and saw silky black hair draped over the bed "Wendy?" he asked. The figure sat up revealing Wendy red eyed from crying and with tears falling down her pale cheeks. "Never thought I'd see the day you cry" he laughed, she gave him a watery grin. "Well, we've been doing that for the past four days" Kyle stated.

Stan stopped and looked at himself; he saw a drip in his right hand and he had an oxygen tube up his nose. His tattered and bloodied clothes had been replaced with hospital gowns; underneath he felt bandages over his shoulder and chest along with the heart monitor. "Four days" Stan spluttered. The doctor stepped forward "yes, I'm afraid when you came to us you weren't in a good state, you had lost a lot of blood and because of being in the forest for the night you went into hypothermia, when you passed out your body began to shut down, leaving you unconscious. We rushed you into A&E and you had a blood transplant and we stitched you up. We kept you unconscious because your body recovers faster when your resting" Stan nodded; he was confused throughout that speech but all he knew was that he was awake now.

"Thank you doctor" randy said "come on Sharon let's get a coffee and find out when we can take Stan home" his mom stood up and followed his father out of the room.

"Don't ever do that again!" Kyle burst out "I thought you were a goner" Stan looked at the gingers face and saw it plastered with grief "well it's okay now dude, don't worry" he said comforting him. Kyle breathed deeply "I, I need the toilet" he quickly said and ran out. Stan could have sworn he saw tears in his eyes. Wendy stood up and sat down in Kyle's chair. "Seems like everyone's more upset when I woke up" Stan half laughed. Wendy stared back at him, he was almost hypnotised looking into the wonderful grey. "Well you scared us" she replied. Stan looked at his beautiful friend, since fourth grade they had become good friends and they have been ever since. But Stan always like her more than a friend but never said anything.

She put her hands down on his bed but accidently touched his hand, he quickly tried to move his but she held it in place. "Ermm Wendy your holding my hand" he swallowed, he could feel the red rush to his face. "I don't care, I nearly lost one of my closest friends" she whispered and another tear rolled down her cheek. Stan leaned over and used his other hand and wiped it off, making sure he didn't pull the drip out.

"I'm not going anywhere" he said, she looked at him, his hand was still on her face but instead of moving away she leaned closer into it. She closed her eyes "please don't" she whispered. If he had more energy he would have leapt up held her and kissed her; but sadly he never. Instead he closed his eyes as she placed her free hand gently over his fingers careful not to touch the drip.

They stayed still until they heard footsteps and broke apart. Wendy leaned back and sighed "Stan I…" but she was interrupted by his dad who poked his head through the door. "Hey Wendy did you want a drink a drink; you've barley left this room since Stan's been here." Wendy looked up

"No thanks Mr Marsh, I'm fine" she politely replied

"Go on Wendy I'm fine, besides I can't go anywhere" Stan lightly laughed. She nodded and stood up and walked to the door "bye Stan" she sweetly said. He smiled back.

"Get some rest son, we can take you home tomorrow morning and visiting hours are over now. Randy said. Stan nodded "okay dad bye" and he left. Stan sighed and closed his eyes, even if he was unconscious for four days he never technically got to sleep as he was knocked out; and he planned making up for that. I wonder what Wendy wanted to say he thought. He smiled slightly why did she have this effect on him? But then another thought popped into his head; he still didn't know what happened to him that made him in this predicament, so he tried to remember what happened on that eventful night four days ago…