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Surgery. Worry. New Jersey. batman. Izzy. Blood. Pain. Guilt. Xyrem. Narcolepsy. Retarted cats. Coffee. Hot. Cold. Ill. Tiredness. Seattle. Kurt Cobain. Derek Sanders. Mayday Parade. Water. Concerts. Florida. Anna. Kilee. Bailey. Seth. Target. Virginia., Family. Love. **Worry**. Him. Scary. Makeup. Pens. Nails. Nail Polish. Halloween. My Chemical Romance. Sam. Dean. Lilith. Olivia. Liv. August. Parks. Confusion. Griff. Lost.

(a Character) wants (goal) because (motravatiobn), but (conflict). (A girl) wanted (To find out if her best friend is okay) because (she loves him), but (she's afraid he won't make it). //(Based on a dream I had in the past few days)//

Don't You Ever Leave By: Sam Marsh

The rain fell hard against the glass as she gazed out onto the empty street. Worry screamed from every crevice in her face. Just hours before, she was in the car with her best friend when they hit the tree. Now she was sitting in his empty hospital room with minimal scratches and a broken arm, nothing compared to the damage he endured. What exactly had happened to him, she was unsure, but what she did know was that he had hit his head hard on the steering wheel. He was currently in surgery to relieve the pressure in his skull, and it terrified her. Possibilities reeled through her fogged mind. //What if there's a complication? What if he doesn't wake up? What if he goes into a coma? What if I never get to hear his voice again?// All things that were very unlikely, but had made themselves apparent in her pain-killer-drugged thoughts. The worst, and most probable one lingered behind her lips: //What if I never get to tell him the truth?//

His mother walked in chewing on her thumb nail nervously. “Any word yet?” She didn't reply, only shook her head. “Any idea how long?” The girl asked, annoyed at th lack of information. “He's been in there over an hour now, it can't be much longer. How are you? Is your arm bothering you?” The younger woman hopped down from the window sill. “No, I'm just worried about him. I'd give anything to know he's okay.” Tears welled in the girl's eyes and was comforted by the mother's hug. “Don't worry he will be. He'll be better than ever.” ** Later, when the girl had calmed down, she had fallen asleep in the hospital room's only chair. She was brutally awaken by the pain of something heavy rolling over her toes. “OW!” She yelled. “What the hell?!” She opened her eyes and was surprised to see him sitting up right in bed, smiling and well. She gasped in excitement at the image before her. A nurse had brought in a small table he requested for his laptop, what had woken her up. “Oh my god! I can't believe you're back already!” She quickly moved across the room to sit next to him on the overly white bed. “Yeah well, you've been out for a while. It's three in the afternoon.” He smiled, laughing a bit at her mild innocence. “Oh, well I guess not sleeping for almost two days can make me pretty tired.” She smiled back and realized nobody else was in the room. “I never want you do scare me again. Don't you //ever// leave me.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “ I love you.” They both smiled, his grin far wider than hers. “I love you too. I promise, I'll never leave.”