Love Story - Not Accepting -

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A S P E N :: J O N E S

Where: the hospital Who: nobody? Crush: well, uh Scott? Boyfriend: Scott Mood: tired and still guilty Outfit: this

OKay, the last person that Aspen had expected to see just walked through the door. Mitch. Go figure. But, she was just glad that somebody was there. Whether she was angry at them or not. And I mean seriously angry. At the sight of water, Aspen realized just how thirsty she was, and looked around, but felt a tug on her arm, and winced. And IV. Goodness how she hated those...[ASpen opened her mouth to talk again, but her throat refused. A small groan escaped her and she cleared her throat, wincing. Then, her accented voice sounded, croaky and squeaky. "One, I feel like I just got hit by a bus, and thrown to some sharks." she started counting on her fingers. "Two, thanks." she said, and cleared her throat again, which still felt like it was made of sandpaper. "And three, just grab my phone and text them or something. But don't leave." she said, eyes flashing with guilt. Yep, it was still her fault. That much hasn't changed. Aspen reflexively went to go nibble on her lip nervously from habit, but let out a pained squeak as it stung, and she tried to look at it, but failed. She looked stupid. Most likely it was cut.

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•Mitch•

He listened to most of what Aspen said "Well, you did get hit by a truck, and secondly, don't even thank me. It's all my fault, right up to the beginning. If I hadn't moved into the center, nothing would be like this" He explained, then walked around examining tables for Aspens phone. Once he found it, he started a new next to Scott and Joey, explaining what happened. He put her phone down after the message send and sat beside Aspen, fiddling with his water bottle. He hoped Scott wouldn't start something when he came.

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A S P E N :: J O N E S

Where: the hospital Who: Mitch Crush: well, uh Scott? Boyfriend: Scott Mood: tired and still guilty Outfit: this

Another groan escaped Aspen. She let her head lightly fall back on one of many pillows supporting her injured head, and squeezed her eyes shut. Then she sat back up. "Don't even start this please. We all know that it was my fault. If I never ever chose somebody, then we would all be one big happy family still." she mumbled, her head pounding with a killer headache. Aspen winced. Then looked pleadingly at Mitch, really not wanting any more drama. There was enough for one day. Well, at least she thought it was one day... Was it? who knew how long she was out. Aspen just looked at Mitch once more. "Okay, forget everything. Our new priority is to get the cripple out of the hospital before she goes insane, alright?" she said with a soft smile, trying to lighten the mood. But, it was true, if she stayed here any longer, she wouldn't be able to keep dodging the memories that haunted her from being there. She doubted the doctors would let her leave, but screw them. She was getting out of this place whether they liked it or not.

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•Mitch•

He stood "If you really wanna say its you're fault, okay." He shrugged. Mitch didn't want to start another fight. He could have gone without knowing them both for ever if this hadnt happened. So he tried to act as if none of it happened. "Stay here, I'll go talk to someone to ask if you can be free" He walked to the door "I'll be right back" Mitch added as he walked out, leaving Aspen alone with thoughts as he went to talk to somebody who would confirm her leaving.

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Aspen sighed, relieved. "Good, cause it is. And thanks." she said. She would've gotten up herself, but, there were wires poking at her here and there, and the IV was annoying her. It took all of her self control not to rip it off. Surprisingly, she only broke her ankle in a hair line fracture, but got a massive concussion. That explained the pounding in her head. But, she was bruised all over, and that would explain why she hurt so bad. But cuts and scrapes left and right as well.

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•Mitch•

After a few minutes of talkin, a doctor agreed to let Aspen leave I she stayed home. Mitch poked his head in the door "We can either wait for Scott and Joey to come, Walk to your house, or have me pick up my motor cycle, while you wait here, and have me drive you to your home" He gave the options as a nurse came in to help Aspen for her departure.

(eeww what a horrible post I made)

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Aspen gave out a relieved sigh, and sat up as a nurse came in and unhooked her from the stuff. Then, she spoke. "Now, you need to use this wheelchair for about a week before you transfer to crutches. Because, you may have sudden dizziness if you move too quickly." she instructed, referring to her screwed up head. Aspen sighed, and pouted slightly. "Fine..." she groaned, and the nurse handed her a fresh set of clothes that Toby had brought over. Thank God for Toby. Aspen smiled and shooed Mitch out after speaking. "We can take my- wait never mind." she said, really pissed of that her truck was damaged.Luckily, the guy was paying for it. She knew that. And she didn't feel comfortable on a motorcycle right now... and she didn't want him to push her since her arms felt like jell-o. So, she would just wait for Scott, and hopefully he brings his car. "I think it would be best to wait... Now out.' she said and hopped over, stumbling from getting up, but caught herself. Now, she had to get changed.... This ought to be good...


After about ten minutes, she was dressed and gently sat down with a relieved sigh. "Mitch!" she called hoping he was outside still and didn't leave.


{So is mine..}

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•Mitch•

He popped back to the door "I might as well leave now, Scott will take good care of you" He nodded and gave a salute "get better soon Aspen!" He said and parted his pockets

((Spoke too soon. I woke up. Muse was gone. I've never had this bad WB))

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Aspen frowned. It was obvious that Mitch didn't want to be around her. Was she really pushing people away? ASpen went to chew on her lip again, but winced. "You're not serious, right?" she hissed under her breath to herself about the cut. THen, mumbled something unintelligible. She sighed and looked at Mitch. "Bye.." she said quietly, and sat in the recliner tucked in the corner of the room... The crash must've been pretty bad if she got a chair... Aspen blinked and thought whether the other guy was okay. But, the Aussie's mind kept changing back to everything that had happened. She really wanted to see Scott, and see if he was okay. Mitch was... so-so, since he wasn't giving much feedback. But she was sure he was sad as well. But, why she dragged herself into their issues? No clue.

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•Mitch•

After a few steps, Mitch turned back around, standing at the door "I can't leave you like this," he shrugged "I'll wait for Scott to come and pick you up" He smiled and took a seat "D'you want me to grab you something to eat?" He asked as he leaned back "you were out for a while, so Id suspect you were alittle hungry" He nodded, then swished around the water in his bottle. He actually didn't like bottled water. It annoyed him. Not much was actually going on in his mind. Other then the fact he hated water bottles,