*abbies POV*

"ICHABOD!! NOO!" She screamed and ran to him as he hit the ground.

He landed in the rubbish face first, god it was painful to see him like that. Ichabod..

Irving- still in shock- ran right beside me, his eyes in panick, but only for an instant ; then it was back to his brave self again.

I looked him right in the eyes.

"Call 911 !! Why aren't they here by now!!"

She said, trying to be as brave as he was being.

"I'm on it!" He shot back.

"huRRY!"

*ichabods POV*

It's a funny thing being dead- or at least thinking you are.

Your sight goes all black for an instant,- quicker then falling asleep really-

And then it's as if there's a flashback on your whole life..

All the best and worst and important memories..

As if death is preparing you to go under its grasp.

I remember the night my mother died. It was the hardest I've ever cried that day.

I even remember asking my dad how it felt to go under deaths grasp..

Was it like drowning?

Or was it painless?

Do you really get to look down at your loved ones when your gone? Or was it all just a myth to convince us that dying is not the end of all the living?

But when I asked my father this- just like everything other answer I got from him when I asked him things- was a

"How the hades would I know!!"

And a

"Go figure it out on your own for god sakes!!"

Never an exact response..or a real response at all for that matter..

But I for one, did have a flash-back of memories- or so it seemed..

But most of them involved..

Abbie..

Her caramel colored eyes and the way she would always bite her lips when she was nervous..

All of her habits threw me for a loop..

All the times she would laugh,

And the times when we held hands.. Twice.. But I cherished every single time with her..

But the best things about her though- her bravery, her intelligent's, her erudite behavior...

She was stronger then me most times...

I can't leave her...

Abbie Mills..

*Abbies POV*

She was in tears, but trying to be strong like he would want her to be..

He might not be dead she kept on telling herself,

He might still be breathing..

She tried checking for his heartbeat multiple times, but she couldn't tell because of all the rubbish surrounding them and the chaos everywhere around them..

She had to get him out of here,

The dust and smoke was definitely not helping him.

She tried to lift him around one of his arms and Irving got his other arm, so it looked like Ichabod's arms were around them both, as they were going as fast as they could out of here. (It was pretty hard considering the height difference )

The next thing you know 911 runs through the broken parts and pieces of this place.

But the next hour went by in a blur, really..

He got taken away from me,

He got taken out of this hadeshole,

He got taken to the ambulance truck,

He got taken to the hospital

But I'm still hoping-

Praying ; that he won't be taken by death..

Not now..

Not ever..

Not with me anyway..

Ichabod Crane..

* 2 DAYS, 3 HOURS, AND 28 MINUTES LATER*

*abbies POV still*

It was time.

She could finally see him.

It felt like forever since the cook-out incident..

My mind and heart were going 1000 miles a second,

What if he was lost forever?

What if he couldn't hear or speak or remember anything or-

Ugh shut up Abbie.

Irving said he was alright.

You gotta calm down girl.

But what if he wasn't?

What if Irving just told me all that to calm me down so I don't freak out in front of the guy?

Ugh feelings.

I finally arrived at the resting hospital place he was staying that and jogged to the door (with a bag of Donut Holes in them for Ichabod from Duncan Donuts- the receipt still left in it for his amusement.)

And Wow.

That hospital..

Words To Describe That Place:

• white

• smily

• cheery

• giggly

• not what you would expect

• not what I expected

• wimpy- some would say..

But Definitely not my kind of place.

Nuh uh.

Nope.

Not at all.

I walked over to the front desk, trying to hide my surprise from the lady- or should I say the kind of lady that would have posters of kittens all over there wall and teacups- and told her why I was here

"Hello mam, I'm here to see Mr. Ichabod Crane? I called that we were coming earlier under the name Abbie Mills?"

"YEs of courseeeeeee!" She said, smiling so hard that I half expected her face to rip open.

"Pam, May you please show Miss.Mills here where our patient Ichabod is?"

"Of course! Right this way hun!"

God.

"Thanks" I told the lady as we made it down the hall.

"Anytime, anytime!"

I managed a smile to her as she opened the door to his room- 209- and called out

"Mr.Crane? Someone is here to see you!"

I took a breath, and stepped into the arena, clenching the bag of donut holes.

*Ichabod's POV*

Finally.

Finnalllyyyy.

It was visiting day.

I could see them.

But most importantly,

Her.

Abbie.

I kept on thinking the whole couple days I was here, stuck in this completely white room with absolutely no one to interact with- not even a book or anything!!

It was driving me crazy..

But then a thought hit me that day:

What if she didn't want to come?

What if she was mad at me for something.

It scared me a bit to think about that.

And what if she got hurt while I was in there!!??

What if she wasn't even breathing at this moment !!!

That horrified me the most.

And what about Irving and everyone that attended the cookout!?

Am I the only one or is this whole place filled with people who I know?!?!

I looked up at the clock- 3:28 ..

The day was dragging on and on..

She wasn't coming..

She hates me.

And I know that hate can mean millions of things and is often used easier you could say then in my time,

But it felt true ..

But then the door.

The door.!

It finally opened,

Someone was here.

I was as happy as a dog when the owner finally comes back to the house after a long day.

"Mr.Crane? Someone is here to see you!"

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