The day had finally come. Greg was coming home. It had been a long summer without him. I spent the whole day trying to make everything perfect. I showered, did my hair, and then showered again when my hair didn't come out just right. I couldn't wait to see him again. We had talked a lot while he was gone, but I couldn't wait to see his face. And that smile. The same smile he wore in the picture of us at the beach last summer. He was carrying me on his back and we were both so happy. That picture next to my bed was what kept me going all summer, just knowing that on August 9th, I would see him again and he'd be able to hold me in his arms and make everything okay again.
The phone finally rang at around 5 pm. I leapt off the couch and grabbed the phone excitedly when I saw that the caller ID read "Raposo". "Hello?!" I said, practically falling off the couch." "Stephanie?" The voice on the other line was a woman, undoubtedly, but there was something wrong with her voice. Something really, really wrong. "Mrs. Raposo?" A million thoughts swarmed throughout my head. "What's wrong? Where's Greg?" "He was on his way to your house. He was going to surprise you..." Mrs. Raposo couldn't bring herself to continue before she broke down. "What happened to him? Where's Greg?" I started to panic. "He's in the hospital, Steph." Her voice shook and she was trying so hard not to cry. "He had flowers. He dropped one, I guess, because he went back to get it. He looked down for one second and his bike slipped because of the rain. The car was just going too fast. It couldn't stop. He didn't have time to get up. They don't think he's gonna make it." I couldn't say anything. I was waiting to wake up, hoping for someone to tell me it was all a dream. But no one did. I hung up the phone, still in shock. In a matter of seconds, my whole world toppled down on top of me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't cry because it didn't seem real. It still doesn't.
Finally, I ran out of my house without even telling anyone where I was going. I ran all the way to the hospital. I couldn't stop. I jumped through the doors, panting. Dripping wet, I went over to the receptionist. "Greg...I need to see Greg..." I managed to say. "Calm down, sweetie. What's his last name?" She asked sympathetically. "Raposo, " I pleaded, "please, I need to see him." The woman looked him up on the computer and suddenly got an upset look on her face. "He's in Intensive Care: Room 214." I didn't give myself time to thank her before I ran through the hospital to room 214. I knew which door it was right away. There were so many people sitting outside it, including the other 4 members of Dream Street. Frankie stood up when he saw me. "Steph, I'm so sorry." His voice shook. "No...no, don't be sorry," I said, "he's gonna be fine. He'll be okay. Can I go see him?" "Yeah." Mr. Raposo answered with a solemn look on his face. "He's waiting for you. But I'm warning you, he doesn't look too good. He's really banged up and in and out of conciousness. They're hoping for the best, but predicting the worst." I tried to stay calm as I opened up the heavy wooden door, but as soon as I saw him I gasped and let the door slam behind me. That wasn't the Greg I knew. He was attatched to so many machines, beeping and blinking. Greg was buried under the covers. His head was wrapped in white gauze. It looked like a scene out of a movie.
"Steph?" A small voice whispered, cracking. "Is that you?" I slowly walked closer to the bed. I was scared. I wanted everything to be perfect again. And to see him smile. I lived for that smile, but on his bruised face, there was no expression but pain. I took his hand and it wasn't until then that I started crying. "Greg, you can't leave me." I cried, "I need you. Please don't go." "It doesn't matter where I am." Greg started slowly and weakly, "I'll still love you. I'll aways love you. And someday, we'll be together again. I'll wait forever." "Greg, no." Tears were streaming down my face. "You're gonna be okay, please." "Stephanie, I love you so much. I always have and I always will. Now, it's my time to go." He was starting to cry too. "I'll always watch over you. Don't be scared." "I love you." Was all I could manage to get out of my mouth. He was in so much pain, and it was getting worse every second. I couldn't say goodbye. "Kiss me." Greg looked into my eyes. "I want that to be the last thing I feel. So I have something to count on while I wait for you." I gave him a soft kiss. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes open. "Don't forget me, Steph." His eyes started to close. "I love you."
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