**2 Days Later**

[Max's POV]

I groaned as I woke up to a bright white light, and held my hand up to shield my eyes, when I saw I had a bandaged hand.

"What the...?" I said in a raspy voice.

"Hey, Max," a voice said and I look and saw Ronnie smiling, Jenna with him.

"Hey man," I said, sitting up, feeling sore on my abdomen and wincing, then lying back.

"Fuck, what happened??" I groaned. "What are you doing here??"

"Well, I got a call from Brent telling me some idiot crashed the car I gave my best friend, with him in the car.... so I came to Ohio to make sure the car is okay," he smirked jokingly.

Jenna smacks his shoulder as he laughs.

"Hehe, fuck you," I chuckled with a groan.

"Relax, we came checking on you, too. Car's totaled though," Ronnie laughed.

"Just glad you're okay, Max. You nearly died if it weren't for that girl," Jenna said.

I scrunch my eyebrows. "Girl??"

"Yeah. Well, according to witnesses and doctors, you were saved from some girl who kept you from literally bleeding to death. Doctors say if she didn't pull your ass out of that car and held her jacket to your head, I'd be planning your funeral," Ronnie said, shuddering at the thought.

"She kept you from bleeding to death. She saved your life," Jenna says.

I was in disbelief. All I could remember were those sad blue eyes looking down at me.

"Did she say a name??" I asked.

"Uuhh, Jessie.... Forgot her last name. I think it started with a G. Doctor knows," Ronnie said.

"Huh. Weird..." I said. "What about me? How's the damage??"

"Well, you got some broken ribs, scratched your face a bit, big ass bruise on your side where the car hit, and broken wrist. It won't affect your bass playing though. Its only a week or two."

I nodded and then lifted my shirt, seeing the huge really dark purple bruise poking from under the bandages around my ribs looking all veiny and had some blue and black spots.

Man that was some impact!! Shit!!!

"Whoa.... Gnarley....." I said, poking at it, and wincing in pain. Felt like someone slapped a bloody sunburn.

"Quit poking it!" Ronnie said.

"But it looks so cool," I giggled poking it again and seeing my finger tip leave a yellow mark on it before it faded to the regular purple it was. "And its kind of shaped like Charlie's head."

Ronnie looked at it and laughed. "Hehe, it kind of does," he said poking it.

"Ow," I said, and we burst out laughing.

"You guys are so weird," Jenna laughed. "I'm gonna get a doctor. Don't hurt him," she said, pointing to Ronnie who gave me an evil smile.

"Hurry up, please!!" I said, holding a pillow in front of me.

She laughed and left.

The minute she did, I felt a sharp poke on my bruise, close to a rib, and groaned and huddled over in pain, burying my face in the pillow as Ronnie was laughing his ass off, and I hold my middle finger up at him.

Well at least I'm okay, but I really want to meet the girl that saved me.

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