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Girls POV.
"Granny, c'mon." I just got out of the hospital, finally. The Doctor was forcing me to go to a depression support group on Tuesdays, but I had no intention going to them.
Granny and I walked down the pretty much empty hospital hall, there was only one door open, I glanced inside, as I walked, there was a varsity jacket thrown over a chair, and a blond boy lying on the hospital bed. I stopped suddenly, startling my Grandmother,
"Chris?" I ran inside the room,
"Ma'am." The nurse tried to stop me, but I kept on running to the bed,
"Oh, God, Chris!" He was completely still, he wasn't responding to his name, " Wh-what happened?" I asked the nurse,
"He was in a car accident."
"...dead...one in coma..." I remembered hearing about a car crash in the news.
OH. MY. GOD. He was in that car accident?
"Is h-he dead?" I stuttered. The nurse shook her head sadly,
"No. He's comatose." I let out a sigh of relief,
"Where's his parents?"
"At home." The nurse smiled warmly, "They barely got a wink of sleep in the last two days." I nodded slowly, and backed up out of the room, where my Grammy was waiting,
"Hold on, Grandma, you can wait in the car, if you want." She nodded and started walking away.
I ran down the hall, looking for the gift shop. There was a small one in the corner, I burst into the small space. There were a small assortments of flowers, one really caught my eye, bright yellow flowers with a small amount of parsley around it,
"Excuse me, what kind of flowers are these?" I asked sweetly. The old lady smiled,
"Why, those are buttercups."
Perfect.
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What's up, Buttercup?
Short Story"What's up, Buttercup?" "Who the heck are you?" "I'm probably the guy of your dreams, and the guy that's going to get you through your depression. " ~ ~ ~ A mystery jock, a depressed girl, and a unexpected romance. ~ ~ ~ "Remember what I said...
