Riley
Ah! My throat was killing me. I mean, my entire body hurt, but my throat was the center of most of the pain right now.
I was waiting patiently in my bed for Dylan to come back in. Seeing him again was absolutely everything. Many of us take for granted such simple things like seeing someone again until the possibility of seeing them is taken away. It might not be much, but at least I was awake. At least if I were to go now, I would go peacefully because I knew that Dylan was okay.
When I was out of it, or whatever I was, the possibility that Dylan may have done something stupid weighed heavily on my mind. He didn't react well to things, and I assumed it would be no different once he heard about the wreck. However, he seemed to be handling things well. I knew it would be a littl
