Author's Note: Sorry for the cliffhanger. I just needed to do something that felt, dramatic. This next chapter is told mostly from Mitch, but Amy will talk every once in a while. .
On the subject of Amy, I her personality is hard for me. To me, she seems to be extremely mixed. I mean come on, cute but tough. Useful yet helpless, girly while being a tomboy! This may be male stereotyping, but I seriously can't figure her out. But as the amazing Luke Skywalker said, "let's cut the chatter and get to the point here." Let's go. And by point I mean chapter.
Six weeks after collision
I sit in the waiting room. Last night, Kaz called. Mitch was awake and alive. A wreck to be sure, oh no. (She still hates the word wreck, and you exactly why) Okay, relax. I was waiting for me to be called in. When the doctor showed up, I asked without hesitation, "When can I see him?" "Please do relax. One at a time. You, the emo one, you go first." He said, pointing to Justin. He went on in. It took forever.
Mitch's POV
I saw Justin walk into the room. "How are you, Mitch? I mean, it's been a mess without you." He told me. "Really? I really appreciate you Justin. But I need you to tell me something." I said. He seemed surprised by this. "What do you need to know?" he asked me, rather carefully. "Before I blacked out, I heard somebody say something, it said not to die." I questioned. "Are you sure you want to know?" Justin said. I almost second guessed myself. "Yes." I said, preparing. "It was Amy." He said. I felt my heart rate start to quicken. "You must know what she said." I said, trying to hear what I wanted to hear. "Unfortunately, no. Wanting to know what your crush said? You can't stop your heart from quickening." He pointed towards the life monitor. I started to panic. "Chill, I won't tell anybody. But it will be entertaining to see what happens here." He said with a devilish smile. Then, Doctor Issac Matthews walked in. "Can we start going now?" he asked Justin. "Yes." He said.
I rested for a moment, waiting for the next person to show up. In a matter of seconds, the door already opened. I heard it close and turned towards it. It was Amy. For a moment, neither of us said anything. But I did notice the tears welling up in her eyes. She started to cry. "Amy, could you please come here?" I ask politely. She nods and comes over. I grab the box of tissues by my hospital bed. I pull one out. "Here." I said, offering it. She put it to full use. "Now, don't you feel better already?" she nodded, still not able to speak. "Can I get a hug?" she asks finally. I pretended to think about it. "Okay, okay, I'll give you a hug." I joke. We embrace, and I feel that feeling again. The feeling I could run around the world just for her. My insides melt but I try to keep structure to my body. After the moment faded, I decided to question her. "So, when I was hit, I was half dead, but I could hear one specific voice. I remember Justin telling me that it was you. It was about not dying. I could hear it loud and clear, while the others are jumbled." I ask. "Yes, that was me. You didn't happen to hear the whole thing, did you?" she said. Nothing past that you wanted to tell me something. You never got to tell me though. Can you please tell me what you said?" Amy opened her mouth to speak but we were interrupted by the doc. "Are you two done yet?" he asked impatiently. "Just calm down and wait." I say. He left the room, closing the door behind him. "I, well, I don't feel like this is the place to tell you. Can you please just wait until you are discharged? I want to tell you and only you." She said, adding even more mystery. Something in her voice told me that I probably can't convince her otherwise. I sigh in resignation. "Okay, I've been told I'm going to be discharged tomorrow. Can I meet you at my place?" I ask her, really curious. "Sure."!' She says, secretive mood entirely lifted.