ERMEGERD! Sorry I haven't updated in so long! But anyway, here's the next chapter.
Have I told you how much I hate hospitals? Cause I really do. Let me elaborate. Hospitals freak me out because of the white. And I know what you're thinking. "But Toby, you use a white background for Cute Win Fail" yeah well, this is different. Its like being trapped in an insane asylum when you're not, you know, insane. That's how it feels to me. It smells to clean. And people always look at you funny when you walk down the halls, even if you're not wearing a hospital gown.
Then, there's the people. I look at them and I want to cry. I don't know if any of you feel like this, but it's like when you go to a restaurant and you see a person with down syndrome. I just feel...bad. I don't really know why. It's not like it was my fault, but somehow I feel like it is. It always ruins my trip if I see someone less fortunate. Then all I can think about are those people. And Its not like it's that person fault, but...I don't know...I just don't like it.
This is how I felt waiting for Isabella to wake up. She had been in a coma for almost two days. I've been sitting here for almost two days, waiting to see if she'll live. The doctor said she would be fine, that I saved her, But I didn't believe it. I don't trust doctors. They always say everything's going to be fine until the person it actually dead. Speaking of the doctor...
"Can I get anything for you, Mr. Turner?" the young woman asked as she walked up to me.
"No thanks, ma'am." She smiled and sat down next to me.
"She's going to be okay," she reassured me. She placed her hand on top of mine. "How do you know her? Is she family? A friend...a girlfriend?" Didn't see that one coming.
"I'm his girlfriend," a voice called from a few doors down. Isabella.
The doctor retracted her hand when I stood up. "Well, seeing as you're up, I guess we have some examinations to do..." I walked to her slowly when the doctor left.
Isabella eyed me for a moment before pulling me down to kiss my cheek. I knew I was blushing, but she didn't seem to care. She looked as if there was something she had to say.
"Toby, is it? Please get me out if here. I cant take it anymore. Take me far away from here. You're my last hope. Adrian, he said he was going to kill me next time her saw me-"
"Miss Isabella, I think you should be in bed-"
"My boyfriend is taking me home with him to...to..." She looked at me for help.
"L.A.," I responded. They both looked startled.
"I don't think she's ready for that long of a trip-"
"He's taking me. Tonight."
"Isabella-" she started.
"He's taking me," she said firmly. I guess I'm getting a new roommate...
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