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    This.... is Asher Callyn Blair, 18 year old.


    She is dying right now.


    It started as a normal day, she was walking to the mall with her friend. They were on a perfectly normal crosswalk when a drunk driver sped his way through town and right into Ms. Blair.......


    She is now in the ER with surgeons battling for her life. Your role is her best friend (Not the one walking with her). You are a male that has always been her friend, but will this trauma prove you were meant to be more than friends????


    Please provide a picture and a name. Asher and your character are the same age.

    Yeah, that's not to bad :) Lets start :)


    Red and blue lights... Sirens blaring.. This was all that was going through my head as I was loaded onto the gurney and sped to the hospital.

    Frantic surgeons were all around me, some still tying the strings on their masks and aprons. They started the surgery, there was glass everywhere from the windshield.

    As I paced the waiting room, people told me that I should sit. How dare they tell me that? I was frantic. I couldn't sit now.

    The doctors came out from behind the large metal doors. "Immediate family for now." The doctor had said. I replied by shoving him to the side and racing into your room. You had blacked out. I ran to your side and held your hand.

    My dark eyelashes fluttered, but didn't open. I was mess, my makeup had smeared from a combo of tears and sweat. Your hand was the only comfort I had in my state of unconsciousness.

    I sat in that room for what felt like hours, never letting go. I couldn't. I wouldn't. I couldn't help not letting that tear fall down. If you saw me, you'd probably punch my arm. I can't believe I might lose you.

    My parents stood nearby, my father holding my mother in his arms, both of them crying. My heart started beating slower and slower, but then went back up, almost back to normal. A nurse ran in to check my vitals. "I don't believe it" she said, putting a hand to her forehead. Then she ran out and brought the doctor back in.

    There's another tear rolling down my face. And another. I can't stop it. I know that you either live or don't and I can't help it Asher, I can't.

    The doctor pulled my parents out of the room and spoke for a while. I felt myself come back to reality and slowly, with what seemed like all my strength opened my crystal blue eyes.

    I layed my head on the side of your bed, hoping, praying, anything for you to come back. I had felt something that I've never felt before.

    My eye's shot open, as I was almost asleep. My head popped up. "Asher? Asher?!" I smiled like I never have before.