prolougue
WARNING // I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU READ THIS PART BEFORE BEGINNING THE STORY !!!
Also, I started this book when I was in the 7th grade so I promise my writing improves.
2:37 pm - September 12
My dirty converse pattered against the cold tile floor of the hospital. My hands trembled at the sight of the hundreds of injured bodies that lay in front of me. The ends of my hair were singed, my clothing tattered. My eyes wandered across the ER in shock. The kids I had known to love this past week were either burned to death or severely injured. My mother had called me over to see one of her patients. My father stood at the foot of his bed. His face was covered in black ash. He had seemed completely unfazed by the fact that the high school we attended had just been set ablaze. My mother was stitching his wounds and cleaning his burns while my father talked to him about going into further testing. His wounds didn't seem that bad. Only small burns covering his hands and legs.
"Ashton, Shannon, is going to take over here, we have dozens of kids coming in," she said quickly as she rose to her feet. I nodded my head and took a seat next to the boy. Ashton. Ashton was his name. It seemed to fit well from what I could see. He looked at me with wide eyes, he clearly didn't understand why a random, average girl was dressing his wounds.
"Are you a nurse?" He asked softly. His voice smooth as velvet.
"No I'm your doctor's daughter," I whispered under my breath. He just nodded his head and continued to examine my face as I did his burns. "You should be alright, just change these gauze every few days," I looked up while trying to avoid eye contact with him. I had just transferred to Seattle from New York with my parents. With in one week I had managed to get caught in a fire held in the west wing of our school, a good 300 kids had been taken to the ER with severe burns to the face and body. I was completely unaffected by the sight of dead teens and the scorching burns I had seen these past few hours. I had basically grew up in hospitals my whole life. Things like this didn't bother me, I had seen situations like this before. My parents were both surgeons. My father specialized in Neurosurgery while my mother dealt with Plastic surgery.
But here I was, sitting next to an incredibly attractive guy who had ash blocking his facial features and gauze covering his calves. I pulled out a soft towel a brought it to his face, he flinched as the cold water touched his forehead. I dabbed around his face for a while, cleaning as much darkened powder as I could. Eventually his face was clear and I could examine his physical features. His hazel eyes seemed to meet mine for a moment, his jaw line was tensed and very prominent. He ran a hand free of burns through his curly, sandy hair. I stood up and nodded my head slightly signaling that I should get going. His hand grasped my wrist with a great force. I stumbled back onto the hospital bed. His face was filled with worry.
"P-Please don't leave,"