When I woke up, I wasn't in my bedroom. I was in the hospital. I groaned at the sight of the IV in my left arm, and looked up- there was a blonde guy asleep in the recliner next to my bed. Michael? Why was he here? I reached over and tapped his shoulder. His eyes shot open and he gasped.
"Oh my gosh! You're awake! Thank God," he exclaimed,"let me go get the nurse."
"No, Michael, wait!" I said, grabbing his arm,"Can you please tell me what happened?"
He ran his fingers through his messy hair, showing that he had been stressing.
"You were in a car wreck..." he sighed after a few silent seconds.
".....okay,but what happened?" I questioned, sitting up on the uncomfortable hospital bed.
"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked as he leaned over the railing of my bed.
I furrowed my eyebrows and then closed my eyes,"I remember I was crying because I had been such a brat. Then, I had gotten a text from Ansleigh. So, I looked down to check it, but then I heard a saw a bright light through my windshield, and I heard myself screaming. That's all... Was there another car involved?"
Michael nodded and reached for my hand. I let him take it. After all, I had been a jerk to him last time he was so nice, and look where that landed me.
"Well, are they okay? Who was it?"
Michael looked down at the floor, but continued holding my hand.
"There were no survivors in the other vehicle," he whispered, solemnly, still not looking at me.
"WHAT? WHO WAS IT?" I prodded, but Michael stayed silent.
"Michael, answer me, please....Who was in the other car?" I begged, squeezing his hand. I wanted to know so badly, but I was terrified of what the answer would be. God, please don't let it be a baby. My worst fear had always been getting in an accident that involved a baby. I didn't wish it on anyone.
"Michael, please," I begged once more. There were tears in his eyes when he looked up at me.
"Ansleigh..."
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Author's note:
Aw, Anseigh was in the other car...
I'm sorry this chapter was so short, but I didn't want it to keep going after Michael announced who died.
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Fanfiction18 year old Abigail Sullivan has never been a fan of 5 Seconds of Summer, but when her world collides with band member, Michael Clifford, nothing is the same.
