As soon as the nurse told us that we could see puck, I got up and ran. My feet seemed to know where to go before my head did. I didn't even know what I was going to say. Would I say: " thank you for stepping in when you did." Or "you are so stupid, why did you do that?" no, I would yell at the top of my lungs and say "you idiot, you could have died, you knew I could take care of myself yet you still tried to save me. Just because you like me, doesn't mean you get to die for me!"

When I reached puck's room, I was amazed to see how many vases of flowers were in the room. To top that, they were all from girls. There it was again, that feeling, love, but not the love for your boyfriend or school crush, oh no, real love. Puck was awake and when he saw me, he mad it clear that he would live. I knew better. He was all bandaged up on his stomach, and his hand was bloody as well. I said my piece, the left. I couldn't face him, not while he was in the hospital because of me.

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