Lauren’s POV
‘Who are you?’ I ask the Godly looking stranger who is holding my hand.
‘Sweetie?’ my mother says nervously, ‘this is Tyler, you remember Tyler, right? He’s your best friend.’
I frown in confusion, this guy? This chocolate bar of deliciousness is my best friend? He can’t be, I’ve never seen him before in my life and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to be his friend.’
‘I’m sorry, I don’t remember you’ I mutter, my head starting to pound harder as I will myself to dredge up some sort of memory about him.
The machines beside me start to beep louder as I whimper, scrunching up my eyes against the overwhelming pain as the door pushes open and people in white coats rush in, pushing my parents and the stranger out of the room as they bustle around me.
‘calm down Laure
