Dry your Tears

Chapter 1

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The lights flashed around me, mixing together and passing by. I was strapped down to a board and couldn’t move. People around me kept reading off numbers, but I didn’t understand any of it.

“Patient is Aubree Henson, age 33. She’s been in a car accident and has sustained spinal cord and brain injury. Her 13 year old son was also in the car, but walked away with only minor scratches and contusions. Blood pressure is 80 over 50, Heart rate is 130. She’s lost a lot of blood. We need to get her to surgery stat.” someone called out.

     The board I was laying on was lifted and set on top of a gurney and was wheeled away. Double doors after double doors, I was rushed through what seemed like an endless hallway that finally ended in a brightly lit room with a bunch of people in scrubs and surgery masks. I was taken to the middle of the room and was locked into place.

“Carter." I thought in my head. "Where is Carter?"

     My thoughts were interupted as a plastic mask was shoved into my face and gas poured through the tube. Lights and sound started to blend together. I couldn’t tell what was real and what was imaginary. Everything swirled together and I escaped into the world of darkness that I gladly welcomed.

“Aubree.” I heard someone whisper. “Aubree, wake up. You know you’ll get in huge trouble if Ms.Brunson catches you sleeping in class again.”

     I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was in a my high shcool classroom. I was sitting in my usual seat in the back of the room next to a handsome guy with longer dark brown hair and amazing green eyes. He was the one that was whispering to me. I felt the corners of my mouth curl up into a small smile and whispered back, “Thanks Carter. You’re always looking out for me.”

“Aubree, do you have something to share with the class?” A nasally voice asked. I looked up and sure enough, there was Ms.Brunson. Her long fingernails were clacking against her large, oak desk in the front of the classroom and her old wrinkled face was twisted into scowl.

“I was just asking Carter if he thought you got a new haircut.” I replied smugly.

     I could tell that that statement had caught her off guard, but she quickly composed herself.

“I did, thank you for noticing.” She nodded curtly and turned around and continued on with the dull history lesson.

     I took a peek at Carter who was trying hard not to laugh. I smirked and turned towards the front of the room and actually paid attention for the rest of the lesson.

     15 minutes later I was gathering up my books and papers and shoving them into my bag.

“Hey Aubree, wanna come to the hangout spot at the mall after school? A few of us were going to get together and just chill.” Elaine asked while clicking her gum and picking at the nail polish on her nails, the same habbits she's has since she was little.

“I wish I could, but Carter and I are going out to the rink after school. I’ll catch up with you later, ok?” I asked sympathetically.

“Sure, no problem.” She said, but I could still catch the twinge of disappointment in her high pitched voice.

     All of a sudden, two giant hands came from behind me and covered my eyes.

“Guess who?” A familiar voice asked. I smiled and turned around to find Carter standing there and grinning.

“Hello, handsome.” I said and gave him a quick peck on the check.

“Hello. Ready to go to the rink?” he asked as he bent down to pick up his old, beaten up messenger bag that was lying on the ground.