The heroes of Vertlock - Hannah W, Hannah W, Hannah W, Hannah W (speld decodable readers TXT) 📗

writing. "Now I'm going to add some anesthesia." The woman said when we got into the surgery room. "Why?" I asked like I was 5 "Well, we need to get the bullet out of you." She said sweetly. I thought they already got it out and that's why my arm was wrapped up. "Can you count down from 100 for me?" "100-99-98-97-96. 95-ninety-ninety four." I said the numbers getting slower and slower until they finally stopped. But yet, I could still see what they could do. Weird. The gun shot's still fresh. I looked up at the speaker surprised to hear AC/DC. All of sudden, I saw one of them shaking me yelling "Stay with us. Stay with us Sweetheart! We're trying to our part! Now do yours! WE NEED A CRASH CART IN HERE STAT! Charge! Clear!" Clear for what? "PUSH 1 OF EPI!" A doctor yelled. After a few minutes,"PUSH 2 OF EPI! CLEAR!" "No response!" A girl doctor yelled. After a few more tries, I heard, "PUSH 10 OF EPI! CLEAR!" "But Doctor-" "NO BUTS! THIS IS MY NEICE FOR GOD'S SAKE! WE NEED TO SAVE HER!" After hearing that, I guess my heart rate came back because I heard "We don't need it. She's back to normal!" Hm. I don't remember dying, but alright.

That was the last thing i remembered before I awoke with a scream. "Hey. Hey it's alright. I'm right here. It's alright. It was just a dream." Shade whispered to me, stroking my hair. I forgot the way he would play with my hair. I forgot the way he felt. How his lips felt against mine. How nicely my hand fit into his. I forgot everything about us. "Were we dating?" "Hm?" He asked totally occupied with some show on the television on the wall in front of me. "Were we dating?" I repeated. "When? What are you talking about?" He asked concentrating on me. "When I was staying with you and Brodey in your old house. Were we dating?" I thought about the first time we kissed when Christianna came to save me. "I don't know. I do know though, that I'm kind of missing that." He looked away 'at his phone' blushing. "Me too." I whispered. He looked back at me and the next thing I knew, we were kissing. I felt his lips, soft at the touch. His lips tasted like normal, the Andes Chocolates from when we were little. How he got that taste, I have absolutely no idea. 

"Hey how do you get your mouth to taste like Andes mints?" I asked when we were done. "Umm. What?" He asked confused and entertained all at the same time. "I'm serious. Your mouth tastes like Andes." I said in the most concerned voice I could muster. I hope he doesn't notice that I'm also a little entertained. "Well, it takes a little bit of practice but first I EAT Andes mint chocolates then I kiss you." He said like he was teaching a pack of monkeys how to open a banana. "Don't try to talk to me like I'm a monkey." I joked still amused. "I miss this." I said after we were done having the conversation. "Hm?" He asked destracted by something on his phone. "Hey what's wrong?" I asked knowing that he was talking to some chick. "Nothing. Just my dad's been really sick." He lied. "Come on. I know it's a chick. Who is it?" "An old friend." He said slowly "Don't be amazed." I said worried suddenly. He took a deep breath probably to stall. "Ok. I'm engaged. Or at least i was." He said looking down at his shoes. 

"What?" I said calmly although on the inside I wanted to punch his guts in. "Elena please let me explain." He said tears threatening to overflow. "Fine." I said a little too coldly. He blinked the tears away-or attempted to. "Well after the crash, the doctors said that you might not make it and if you do, you wouldn't remember me. So I decided that either way, we probably would never see each other again and I decided to move on." "How long." "What?" "How long were you guys together?" I whispered "Six months." "Six months and you decided to get married!?" I practically yelled. "I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry." He was the one whispering now. "Get out." I said rolling over to my other side. I was in excrutiating pain, but I didn't care, I wanted to make my point. "What?" He whispered. "Get out!" I yelled behind my shoulder. 

 

Lost

 Shade's pov

 I walked out trying not to cry. Hard. When I got out of the hospital, I ran. I ran like no other. I ran like I didn't have an evil brother. Like I didn't have to worry about my girlfriend- or whatever she is. Like I didn't have all of this to worry about. Like all I had to do was worry about my studies and making my powers stronger. Like it was just me again. That was the last thing I remembered. When I awoke again, I felt very talkative. "Where am I? Why am stuck? I-" "Shut up!" A voice screeched "Sorry. Who are you?" I thought about the voice more and more. "Melissa?" "In the flesh!" She giggled. "Why?" "Why what? Why are you tied up in my- our house?" "Ya." "Cause you broke off our wedding for a girl who may or may not still be in love with you and who may or may not wake up." 

"She did wake up! And she did remember me. Just not immediately. But we did fall in love!" "LIES!" She ran to me and slapped me. Hard. "Oow!" I yelled back at her. That was the last thing I remembered before blacking out.

Last Chance

 Elena's pov

"I don't care. I'm going to get him. I've lost him once. I'm not going to lose him again." I told Chris. "But you're still hospital ridden!" She argued keeping me in my bed. "I swear, if you don't let go of me, I will throw you across the room." I looked straight into her eyes, challenging her. "All right." She said letting go and stepping back. I already had all of the needles out of my arms. So when I got up, I ran out as fast as possible. "Hey! Get back to your room!" A guard yelled. I looked back and kept on running harder. "Good luck!" Chris yelled when she got out of the room with all of our stuff to take it all home. I waved back and kept on running.

 

 

End of book 1

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Text: Hannah W
Images: Bookrix
Editing: Hannah W
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Publication Date: 04-30-2016

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