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I sat next to Clove, waiting for her to wake up. I had already been waiting for five hours, but I wasn't going to leave. I needed to stay with Clove. If she had permanent damage, I could never forgive myself. The door flew open and a girl who looked just like Clove burst it. I stood up to offer her my seat.
"You hurt my sister!" She screamed and lunged at me. She couldn't have been older than thirteen, but she had sharp nails. She clawed at my face and I felt my eye swell shut.
"Hey! I would never hurt your sister!" I yelled back, managing to grab hold of her arm. She burst into tears and stopped trying to kill me.
"She said the same thing, but now look at her!" She pulled out of my grip, still crying.
"Clove tripped, okay? I blame myself, but I didn't lay a finger on her. I wouldn't. I couldn't." I promised her. "I'm Cato."
"I know." She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I'm Lydia, Clove's sister."
"Why don't you go and clean yourself up in the bathroom, Lydia?" I said softly. I didn't even know I was capable of speaking softly.
"O-okay. Make sure nothing happens to her?" She sniffed again.
"Of course." I replied and watched her walk away down the hall. I felt a strange surge of protectiveness. That girl was Clove's sister and I'd make sure nothing happened to her. I liked Clove a lot, and keeping her sister safe was the least I could do.
I awoke to the sounds of a heart monitor, heels clicking down a hallway and hospital bed wheels. A boy was sat on a plastic chair next to my hospital bed. His familiar blonde head was rested in his hands and was muttering something to himself.
"Cato?" My voice cracked slightly.
"Clove!" He raised his head. "You're awake!"
"Looks like it. How long was I out?" I asked. He thinks for a moment and checks the clock on the wall.
"About five hours. Your parents have been in, but they had to leave. Work stuff, I think they said. Your sister's in the bathroom."
Cato frowned and looked away from me. "I'm so sorry Clove, it's all my fault. I dragged you out of your house and then told you to race me. You tripped on a rock and knocked yourself unconscious."
"Cato that is not your fault." I told him, with a serious look on my face. "I tripped, it's not like you pushed me."
"I still blame myself." Cato gripped one of my hands with his and I felt myself blush. "But it made me realise something, Clovey."
"What?" My voice was barely a whisper as he leaned in closer to me.
"I decided to wait until your memories weren't hurting you as much. But life's short, and I thought you were going to die today. So…" Then he kissed me. Would it be cheesy if I said it was like fireworks? It was nothing like when Don had kissed me all those times before. This was more special.
"What would you do…" He said when he pulled away. "If I asked you on a date?"
"I would say-"
"Screw it." He cut me off. "I'm just going to ask. Clovey, will you go on a date with me next Saturday?"
"Yes I will." He stroked my fingers and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
"CLOVE YOU'RE AWAKE!" Lydia burst into the room and dived on top of me.
"Oof!" Was the noise I made.
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA DIE!"
"Well I'm definitely alive, so could you get off of me please?" I asked, but I couldn't help but laugh.
"No." Came her stubborn reply.
"Yes." I said back. Cato rolled his eyes and lifted her off of me.
"Thanks." I smiled.
"Anything for you, Clovey." He grinned.
"It's Clove." I groaned. Lydia laughed and Cato set her down on the ground again. The door opened again, and a middle aged man walked in.
"Hello Clove, I'm Doctor Short. You seem to be fine, but we're going to keep you in overnight just in case." He gave me a warm smile before setting down some scans on the table next to me.
"Oh, okay. Will I be alright for school on Monday?" I asked, eager to train.
"Yes. But take it easy."
"Thank you!" I said as he smiled again and left the room.
"I should go. Mom and dad will want to know that you've woken up. Will you be okay alone tonight?" Lydia asked, biting her lip.
"She won't me alone. I'll stay with her." Cato reassured her. Lydia smiled at him and waved goodbye before leaving the room.
"Are your parents okay with you staying?"
"Yeah, I texted my mom. This is a phone zone, right?" I nodded. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, his phone started to ring.
"Hello?...Sorry, I don't know a Marla…" Cato trailed off and I gestured for him to give me the phone.
"Marla!" I yelled down the phone.
"Clove, I heard what happened! Are you okay?" Marla and I had been best friends since we were ten. We did everything together, and she was the one I missed the most from Ohio. I missed her even more than I mossed Don.
"Oooh, guess what! I'm coming to visit you a week after the TTE!"
"Yay, I miss you!" Marla always managed to bring out the crazy in me.
"I know, I miss you too! But I have to go now, kay?" She hung up before I got the chance to say goodbye.
"Did she just hang up on you?" Cato asked.
"Yeah, she does it to everyone." I couldn't help but grin. I hadn't spoken to Marla in far too long.
"How did she get my number?"
"You probably don't want to know. She's crazy." I laughed at his scared expression.
"I'm going to go get some coffee." He stroked my hair off of my forehead. "Try to get some sleep."
"Okay, Mom." I rolled my eyes. He grinned as he left and closed the door soundlessly. I pulled the sheets up further over me and started to drift off to sleep, the warmth of Cato's touch still on my forehead.
So you still don't know much about Don...I hope you Clato lovers like this chapter. :) Peace, love and cookies to all reviewers!