I sat there, still, with my head in my hands, right beside Ashlyn. From what I known of her, well - heard - of her, she didn't strike as the type of person who would sit and wait for someone in the hospital. Then again, I guess everyone's starting to become a little different.
We'd been here all night, waiting for her to wake up, or at least to know that she was okay. I know that she fell because of her own clumsiness, but I still couldn't help but think that this was my fault. Like I could have stopped it.
I called Noah when I was on the way to the hospital, and he still hasn't been here. For some reason that made me angry. I felt like he should've been here. To be here when she wakes up so that she can see him first. Because I know that's what she would want. To see him.
I heard Ashly
