You and Me

Time slowed down as the car rolled over and over until it finally stopped. I was hanging upside down in the passenger seat of what used to be my brother's car. Blood trickled down my forehead as I looked over at my brother. The sight was surreal, how could this be happening? His body dangling upside down cuts and blood covered his body; I couldn't even tell it was him. The police lights glittered off the shattered glass on the pavement, I was slowly slipping out of unconsciousness.
I woke up lying in a hospital bed; a chair was seated near the window. This
This struck me as odd, I knew there was no way in hell my father would come visit me, he was probably grieving over his favorite son’s sudden death. I couldn’t blame him, Jonathan was perfect- always obeyed the rules, got good grades, and was a good guy to everyone. I however, was far from perfect, I disobeyed about everyone, barely passed my classes, and could be pretty cruel at times, especially when I was drunk. Then the door to my room opened and I saw who it was, Kayla. I was shocked. We had been in a fight for about a month over a thing I had said to her. She closed the door to the room and walked over to the left side of my bed.
"Hey," she spoke so softly
"Hi," I replied back looking at her. I noticed her eyes we all puffy and red- she had been crying.
"I'm glad you are okay," she continued smiling down at me.
"Me too," I replied
"Jonathan didn't make it Ryan," her voice stuttered as she said this. I already knew but it was still a shock.
"I know," I replied, my eyes starting to tear up.
"I'm so sorry," she began to cry, tear after tear coming down her face. Who could blame her? The three of us had once been close to each other. She would hang out with Jonathan and I when we were kids. But since Jonathan was older, he had his own crowd of people he would hang out with. Kayla and I were still friends, maybe even a little more.
She wiped the tears from her face as she took a deep breath. It was hard to see her like this, she was always so happy around me. This whole situation was hard to grasp.
"Where's my dad," I asked
"Making funeral arrangements," She replied back
"Right, has he even come here to see me," I asked
She shook her head back and forth, it was a no. That hurt, here I was lying in a hospital bed barely surviving the car accident and not even my own father could come see me. Not even for a few minutes. Pathetic was the only word that came to mind.
"Wow," I stated my voice rough
"I know, I'm here though,"
"Thanks, you didn't have to come here you know," I replied
"Yeah I did, I wanted to make sure you would be okay,"
Hearing those words come from her own mouth was amazing, she cared.
"Thanks, so when can I get out of this place," I replied looking at the cast on my left wrist and right ankle.
"The doctor said you can leave tomorrow if you want,"
"Why not today," I asked wincing as I sat up.
"They want you to stay overnight to make sure you are okay," She looked at me, looking at the bruises and stitches covering my body.
"Look, I'm sorry about everything I said to you,..." She cut me off before I could finish my sentence.
"Don't, I forgive you," She replied
I sat there for a minute going over everything in my head. She sat down next to me not saying anything, probably thinking just like I was. I then realized she was holding my hand. Her fingers running over a cut on my thumb as she looked at me.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow if you want," She said turning her head away
"Thanks," I replied
"I'll be here in the morning to help you," she stood up looking down at me before giving me a peck on the cheek before leaving. I took a deep breath and lied back down on the bed.