Bonus chapter- 3. What if?

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I really miss April, so here's a what-if-April-hadn't-died chapter. This is mainly for you, @saltlamp420.

Elias's POV

When I get back to the waiting area, my parents are nowhere to be found. Before I get a chance to think about their possible whereabouts though, someone calls out my name.

"Mr. Sanders?"

I turn around to see the nurse who was trying to calm down my dad earlier.

"Yes?"

The man smiles slightly, closing the short distance between us with a few slow strides.

"Mr. Sanders, your sister is out of surgery."

***

I close my eyes, feeling the slight spray of the waves on my face.

There's a warm feeling in my stomach and my heartbeat is slow and steady in my chest.

It's a new feeling for me and I'm still trying to get used to the pleasantness of it all after months of pain. 

April was discharged a week ago and both our parents thought it would be a good idea if she moved in with me until their divorce is finalized.

The two of us have never been closer and since the accident I found myself praying most nights, thanking whoever or whatever is up there for not taking her from us just yet.

"AND HER NAME IS JOHN CENA!"

There's a flash of brown hair and the familiar smell of coconut shampoo before I'm tackled to the ground with a thud.

"April!" I choke out in between coughs and laughs. "You dumbass!"

There's sand everywhere and I know I'll only get rid of it if I change clothes.

"You- Your face!" April is sitting next to me, wheezing and holding her stomach in silent laughter. She points at me and I slap her hand away, still laughing myself.

"Not funny!" I say, however the gigantic grin on my face suggests otherwise.

"Payback is a bitch, isn't it?" April wheezes, trying to catch her breath.

I roll my eyes with a chuckle and start getting up. "The last time I did that to you, I was sixteen!"

"Whatever. Payback is payback," April says, now getting up as well.

I shove her slightly and try to brush off the sand on my clothes as best as possible.

"How was school?"

"Eh," is all she says as she re-braids her hair. "I have some chemistry homework I could use your help on."

I shrug and say, "Sure. What do you want for dinner?"

"I don't care, can you order something while I shower?"

I nod and we make our way back to the house where April takes a shower while I change clothes.

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