Austin

"Oh my God, Ally." I sigh as I let her pale white hand lay helplessly in my hand. Right now, she is asleep. She's alive, just asleep.

I know I didn't do anything but I just can't help but feel like I did. That always happens. In the end, however, it turns out that I did do something, even if it was one of the smallest things.

My dad looks at me with a scowl. "Look what happened. If you just stayed patient, then mommy wouldn't have fallen trying to get your cookie."

"I'm sorry."

A door squeaking startles me out of my flashback and turn around to see who came into the hospital room.

"Hi." Dez mumbles, looking at the ground. I sigh, he has always been a bit freaked out about hospitals.

His girlfriend, Carrie, who is with him, decides to speak up. "How's she doing?'

Like I could explain all the medical terms to her.

"She should wake up soon.'

"Well that's good." Dez smiles. "When does she discharged?"

"If she wakes up when the doctor predicted, then tomorrow."

Carrie laughs. "Yay!"

I glare at her.

"Alright, we should get going." Dez announces, and then looks at me, "I'll call you later?"

I nod, not really feeling like saying anything. Good thing though, Dez is leaving. I don't think he appreciates the dark aura.

The door shuts once more, and I look at Ally. Why haven't I paid more attention to her face? The clear, pale, softness. Almost transparent. Her face is calm and composed, like the feeling you get as a sweet summer wind grazes your skin, or when you feel relief.

That's it though, relief.

I hope this isn't a selfish thought but, when am I going to feel it?

"Austin?" The voice flows through my ears like sweet honey.

I open my eyes, and see Ally smiling at me.

"When did you wake up?" I ask, and sit up straighter.

"About twenty minutes ago. I didn't want to wake you."

My face reddens. "Sorry."

"It's fine really!" She smiles and then reaches for the table next to her. "I saw the cards that Dez, Carrie, and Trish left for me."

I nod, "Yeah they came earlier today. They're really excited for you to be discharged."

"How about a dinner?"

"What?" Confusion gets to me.

"When I'm discharged. We can go out for a dinner. It's been a while since we've all got together, don't you think?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

But really, I'm dreading it.