I woke up the next morning to a nurse checking my bandages around my stomach. I fluttered open my eyes then winced as harsh light momentarily blinded me. I winced as I tried to sit up, immediately feeling sharp pain in my stomach.
"What time is it?" I asked the nurse, who I recognized as the same red-headed girl from yesterday.
"It's seven in the morning," she answered brightly. "You seem to be doing well, no evidence of anything wrong in the healing process."
"That's good," I smiled weakly. "Where did Andy go?" I asked, noticing the absence of his arms around me.
"He had to leave, but he said he'd be back later today," she explained. My face fell a little.
"Oh," I said.
"Anyways I'm going to give you some medication," she smiled. "This may hurt a bit." She walked over to a cabinet and got a syringe filled with a clear liquid. She then walked back over to my hospital bed.
I felt her slide the needle into my arm and my eyebrows wrinkled in pain then relaxed as the numbing drug entered my body, making the sharp pain in my stomach disappear.
"So what do I do now?" I asked, yawning.
"Rest," she smiled.
I nodded and closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to take me again.
* * *
I woke up to the sound of a deep voice and smiled.
I groggily opened my eyes to meet them with Sapphires. "Mornin sleepyhead," the sapphires chuckled.
"What time is it?" I asked, slowly sitting up.
"Seven in the morning," Andy sighed.
"But it was seven in the morning when I woke up last time!" I pouted.
"That's because you slept for twenty-four hours sleeping beauty!" Andy laughed.
"Seriously that long?" I asked, giggling.
"Yup. And so far I've been told you're healing very well and nothing bad is happening so you'll be leaving in no time!" Andy smiled.
"Awesome!" I grinned. "How long have you been here?"
"Most of the night," Andy said quietly.
Andy came over and sat down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders which only made a stupid grin spread across my face. I leaned slightly into him. He only pulled me tighter to him. I blushed.
We sat for a few seconds like this and didn't talk. We were both deep in thought. Many thoughts passed through my brain, most of them were of happiness and content, but one seemed to never leave. What had happened after I was knocked out? What happened to the mission?
I then felt his lips pressed to my forehead. He held me close to his chest.
I had to ask him.
"...Andy?" I stuttered, "can I ask you something?"
"Anything Grace," Andy whispered.
I took a breath in and calmed myself. "What happened after I, well, was knocked out during the mission?"
Andy looked away for a second, removing his arms from me. His face turned grim, and he stared at the ceiling.
"Lots of things happened Grace.." He sighed, his voice turning into a sad whisper.
"Please tell me," I said slowly, burying my face in his chest. i took a deep breath and noticed he smelled like coffee. I felt one of his hands run through my hair.
"If I do you have to promise me you won't freak out," he said calmly.
"I promise," I whispered, now scared.
"I did not know what happened to you until I was knocked out myself," he began. "They had obviously been expecting us. They met us at the doorway, armed, and shooting at us. We took out a good number of them, but not before a lot of us were taken down."
"I don't have all the details, but apparently a group of us were captured after the fight ended and were able to take out the Gray and take some of their guns. We were saved by them. We believe Dr. Good is dead."
We spent a few moments in silence. His arms wrapped around me and held me tightly.
"I want to see them," I said, shaking with fright. Tears were staining my cheeks now, and I clung to Andy's black shirt.
"Who?" He asked, wrinkling his eyebrows in confusion.
"Their....graves," I stuttered, trying not to cry out. It didn't help that the medication for my wounds were wearing off. I winced at the stinging pain in my stomach.
"Oh," he said softly. "Grace, I don't think you can..."
"I DON'T CARE!!!" I said sharply. I wiped the tears from my eyes. "I didn't do anything to help so I need to see the people who died for this..." I said, concentrating on keeping myself calm. I was still shaking. I took deep breaths.
Andy looked around the room. He concentrated on my face for a second. "I'll take you, but I'm going to regret this," he sighed, running his hand through his hair. He stood up, and paced back and forth.
"Thanks," I mumbled, looking down at the floor.
"I'll go get a wheelchair.." He said, turning and walking out of the room. I stared up at the ceiling until he returned a few moments later, wheeling in a wheelchair.
"Alright Grace can you stand?" He asked.
"I'll try," I said, smiling slightly. I placed my feet on the ground and pushed myself off the bed. Almost immediately I stumbled forward, "Fuck!" I yelled.
Andy rushed forward to catch me. "Gotcha!" He smirked, bringing me to my feet. I held onto his arm and he helped me into the wheelchair.
"Thanks," I grinned.
"Anytime sweetheart," he laughed.
"So off we go?" I giggled.
"Yup!" He said, pushing the wheelchair.
He walked me out of the hospital room. I realized I must've looked horrible from just waking up, but I didn't care. He stopped to talk to a nurse, and she nodded, letting us go.
He walked me to a door that led outside. I winced as bright sunlight hit my face. The warm Florida sun shone all around. I smiled as happy memories filled my mind. My parents taking me to Disney World, skateboarding with my friends....whose names I couldn't remember.
I smiled and to my surprise a tear dripped down my face. I wiped it away quickly, remembering that I had to be strong.
Focus on the present. Not the past.
He walked me to a field. I noticed flat stones in the ground, each cut into uniform squares. Bronze letters spelled out words on each. I breathed in and out. I could not break. No matter what.
We were now in the middle of the field...and I saw, two of the flat stones, side by side, both with the same sentence under them.
Dahvie Vanity 1985-2014 Jayy Von Monroe 1989-2014
"We'll make it through to the other side"
I almost leaped off my wheelchair. "S-stop Andy," I said, tears streaming down my face. I put my face in my hands, and sobbed. Why did love have to die?
"Are you okay Grace?" Andy said, kneeling next to me and putting a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and wiped the tears off my face. I nodded.
"I can't take it Andy," I whimpered. "Just tell me who else."
"Vic Fuentes is the only person I think you'd know, but there were thirty more." He said, staring off into space.
I nodded slowly. "Can we go back?" I asked, biting my lip. I was close to breaking down and screaming in sadness.
"Yes," he said. He turned around the wheelchair.
We got back to the hospital a few minutes later. Andy carried me to my bed and carefully laid me down.
"I want to be alone," I said, avoiding his eyes.
He nodded. But instead of leaving he kneeled down on the floor by my bed. He rubbed my back with one hand and pushed a strand of hair out of my face with the other.
I couldn't help but smile a little. One of his hands slid into mine. To my confusion he turned over my arm so he could see my wrist. My face grew red as I quickly drew my hand back, holding my arm to my chest. No, he didn't need to see that.
"Just promise you will someday tell me why," he said, tears dripping down his face.
"I will," I bit my lip.
"I love you," he said, leaning in. He brushed his lips to mine and then kissed them, but the kiss was over in no time to my dissapointment. He stood up and walked out of the room.
I brought my knees up to my chest and curled into a ball. I closed my eyes and cried.