Michael was laying in the middle of the street. Covered in blood. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I ran over to him and kneeled down.
"Michael?! What happened?"
"Alice." That was all he could say.
I called an ambulance, and it took forever for them to get here.
I put my hand on his face,
"You'll be okay. You're gonna make it through this, okay?" I was really just trying to convince myself.
He smiled at me. Even though he was covered in blood, probably in so much pain, he smiled at me and says,
"I love you. I'll make it for you."
The tears started pouring down my face.
The ambulance came and picked up the both of us. I sat next to him and held his hand and whispered into his ear.
Now, he was unconscious. And all I wanted to do was go back with him. To go back to his room, and wear his t-shirt, and lay in his bed and stay there with him forever. But now, who knew if he was even gonna make it.
They rushed Michael into the hospital, and had me sit in the waiting room. I sat there shaking waiting to see him, or for any news at all.
A pretty blonde nurse comes out of the hallway and comes up to me.
"Are you here for Michael Clifford?"
I nodded my head. She sat down next to me.
"He was hit by a truck, and they just left him there. We don't think he's going to make it. He has a 10% chance."
I broke down in tears. All I could do was cry.
"C-can I see him?" I asked. You could barely understand what I was saying. But she did. She nodded her head and lead me to Michael's room. "Only for a little bit." She said.
I slowly walked in and sat down next to him. All the blood was cleaned off of him. I pushed his hair away from his face and kissed his forehead. I held his hand.
"Michael, please don't leave me. I don't know what I'll do without you. I love you. Michael, I love you!" I cried.
He slowly opened his eyes and said,
"I'll never leave you, Alice. I love you."
He closes his eyes again and tightened his grip on my hand. It made me cry even harder. I wanted to believe him, but how would he know if he's gonna live or not. After all, they said he only has a 10% chance.
He was hooked up to all these machines. It was crazy. I never wanted to see anyone like this. Especially not him. How could this happen? Why him? It was all my fault. If I didn't move here, or if I just would've painted faster, he wouldn't have gotten hit.
The same nurse from before came into the room and told me I had to go.
I whispered an 'I love you' and kissed him on the cheek before leaving. I sat in the waiting room. No one else was there. They had called his parents, but they didn't come.
An hour later, I asked if I could see him again. They said I wouldn't be able to until the morning, if he even made it. I decided to leave. I had no idea where my house was from here and my phone was dead. Usually Michael would just lead the way.
I just walked wherever, crying my eyes out the whole way. Then I see Luke walking down the street. I run over to him and collapse in his arms.
"Alice? What's wrong?"
I was crying so hard, I couldn't even speak.
He took me back to his house. He let me borrow a shirt because mine was basically drenched from tears. It was a black Blink 182 shirt. Michael had the same one. Luke didn't ask anything. He just held me close and let me cry into his chest. I fell asleep there. Just like that. He charged my phone and saw that I had 12 missed calls from my mother. He called and told her I was with him.
I woke up in the morning, Luke was sitting next to me, watching tv. When he saw I was awake, he got up and brought back a sandwich and a cup of water. He handed it to me and smiled.
"So, do you wanna tell me what happened?"
I told him everything, and he cried too. We got into his car and drove back to the hospital so we could see Michael.