Unexpected Love

Chapter 52: Grace's P.O.V Part 2

I'm almost to Minneapolis, MN when my car breaks down..in the middle of nowhere.
Its not "nowhere", just a road with no cars, houses, or people near it. Basically I'm screwed.
I'm starving, tired, and cold. It honestly couldn't get any worse. I don't know anything about cars so I can't fix it or whatever. At this point, I'm so stressed I just break down.

So there I am sobbing on the side of the road, desperately hoping someone drives by.
After an hour or so of waiting  I eventually lay down and close my eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I wake up to see the sun rising.

"Ugh." I groan as I sit up. My back is extremely sore from sleeping on the back seats.

I get out of my car and stretch to see a paper on my windshield. I'm sloppy writing it says, "Left some gas in your car -helpful stranger".  I sigh with relief and get in my car.
Misha's probably out of the freaking hospital by now.

I start the engine and drive the last hour and a half to get there. I look in the mirror at a red light and see what I look like. Let's just say I do not look human anymore.

Anyways, I finally find the hospital Misha checked into and pull into the driveway, smoothing my hair down with one hand. I stride in and head towards the lobby.

"Is Misha Collins here?" I ask a lady sitting at the front desk.

"No, sorry. He checked out just this morning." she answers, smiling and going right back to her laptop.

Seriously. All that for nothing? Now I'm mad.

"Well where is he??" I say.

"He's at the Comic Con Expo Center." she replies.

So I run out the door, back in my car, and continue driving. Why would he go to the convention if he was hurt? I get to the Expo Center in just minutes and go to the front gate.
I quickly buy a general admission ticket with the only money I have.
I go straight to the autograph/photo op room and look around for Misha.

I eventually spot him. His eye is a bit bruised and has a busted lip. He looks like he's in pain when he smiles and hugs people.

I start to feel really sad for him so I try to walk up in front of the line, but a security guard stops me.

"It's fine. She's with me." Misha assures the guard, finally noticing me.

Now I get closer up to him, I see all his cuts and bruises.

At least I'm here with him. Now I know he's okay, and that's all that matters.

A/N: sorry for the delay, my wifi got shut down yesterday :/