Kissing the Concrete

The way to the hospital was silent, but it wasn't intentional. I would have talked to Andy, told him that everything was going to be okay, told him that as soon as we got out of this mess, I would make it up to him. But Andy wasn't able to hear me, infact he was completely impossible to make any contact with. I held his hand, but he didn't show an incling of being able to understand the situation. Just complete silence.

It felt like I was trapped in a weird nightmare, not realizing at all what was going on in the outside world. All I thought of was Andy. All I felt was Andy. It felt like he was my entire world, and that it now had collapsed. I missed him, even though he was right next to me. This was all unthinkable.

It felt ridiculous almost when I thought about it, how attached I could become to one person in just a month. But it felt like we were living in symbiosis, and that we depended on each other. I needed to learn how to stay independent. In a sense, it was too late though.

Reaching the hospital, I still refused to let go of his hand. I had to walk with him, run alongside his passed out body as it was transported through the sterile hallways. The hard floor hurt my ankles as I ran across it, but I needed to keep him besides me. We rushed into a room, where he was connected to a bunch of tubes and computers, monitoring his heartbeat and making sure his blood was okay. Then the nurse started asking me questions.

"Does he have insurance?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Well, are you related to him in any way?"

"No. I'm his girlfriend."

A few more questions popped up, such as what his name was and his age. And then the nurse asked me something vital.

"Can you call his parents?"

Andy never mentioned his parents around me, leading to me believing he was completely independent. I guess they were somewhere, so I nodded, grabbed his phone from his pocket and started looking for numbers. I found one saying "mom" and called it. A voice responded almost instantly.

"Hello Andy?"

"Hello." I said. "My name is Iris , I am..."

I studdered. Had he told them about me?

"...an acquaintance of Andy's."

"Iris? Andy has told me soo much about you! I'm glad you're finally calling!" The voice said to me. I was happy that she knew who I was.

"So glad to hear that Mrs. Biersack." I said, trying to hold back my tears, still devastated from the event. "Anyways, I'm sorry to tell you this but your son is in the hospital, unconscious."

Silence erupted on the other end of the line.

"Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. Is he okay?"

"I don't know yet. He's still breathing. I don't really know what happened, he fainted..."

Suddenly a flood of guilt washed right over me. This was all my fault.

"Doesn't matter right now. I'm on my way, keep me updated. I'll call you right back."

She hung up the phone, me standing there, still feeling guilty. The doctors were walking aound, trying to diagnose him. I myself sat down, right next to Andy, squeezing his hand tightly. Guess I was hoping the gesture would make him wake up, but no reaction.

All of the sudden, the line on the heart monitor went flat and I was struck by panic.

Notes

I'm back! Sorry I haven't updated, been busy and yesterday, the website refused to let me in on my own account. It was so annoying.

I'm currently in France, seemingly, it is the country of the million nutella knock-offs. Interesting. I still prefer the real deal.

The title of this chapter is inspired by a song lyric from the chorus of "Clapton Pond" by british band Apologies, I have none. It's quite sweet. The second part of the line will be the title of the next chapter, so it is kind of a two-parter.

Thank you for over 11 000 views! Incredible!

Also, CLIFFHANGER!