I AM SOOOOOOO SORRY! I totaly thought I had already published this scene and clicked the submit button, but I guess I got ahead of myself. Thank you so much for the heads-up, Queen of Drama 13. You rock. :P

Disclaimer: I don't Coraline...so yeah.

The hospital was an unnecessary washed white, the brightness of the overhead lights almost blinding a small blue-headed girl as she made her trek down the lonely hallway. Tan, large doors stood uniformly in a pattern. She didn't want to even think about the stories that laid behind each one. She was on a mission and wasn't planning on getting distracted, but she couldn't shake off the chills in her bones. Hospitals were just plain eerie.

Wybie, the only reason she was there, had recently been transported to the outpatient facility connect to the main hospital. The outpatient was a place that was still considered a different building, but Coraline didn't fully agree with that. It only took a brief crossing across an elevated, windowed bridge between the two already close buildings. Not to mention to familiar sterile, antiseptic smell was still hanging in the air. Coraline remembered waiting in the small lobby outside the OR earlier. Her best friend's head was being patched up when they found her on the brink of angry tears.

After about an hour, a nurse with a weary smile exited through the doors and that's all Coraline needed to know. The tears fell out, but not angry ones. One of happiness. Of joy

That had been a while ago. The two older members of the Jones family had arrived during the operation, but weren't able to pull the girl out of the despised hospital. She stayed put, not willing to leave until she could visit him. She didn't have to wait long. He now occupied Room 303 and she was just now realizing how hard her heart was beating as she passed Room 301

Room 302

Room 303

She stopped, taking a second glance at the white letters on the tag to make sure she was really at her destination. A deep breath taken. A silent door pushed open. A dark room revealed.

She entered the room with quiet steps, barely breathing, as if her hushed breaths would awaken something that she's rather not see. She noticed the drawn curtains and the unusual coolness that surrounded her as she continued further inside. A hospital bed dawned in white sheets and a blue-green curtain peaked behind the corner of the small bathroom next to the door. She walked further. The whole room was coming into view. The smoothness of the white sheets gave way to a lumpy form. The curtain, she notices, was drawn all the way, blocking off any sight of the other side of the room. Her steps slowed as the lump continued further up the bed. She finally stopped at the foot of the bed, looking down with confusion. Horror struck her heart.

The human that rested beneath the covers had a face covered in bandages from the bridge of the nose to the top. The tan skin was a bit pale, but obviously his, peeking underneath the bandages. She gasped as he twitched and then rolled over in bed, slightly to his side.

"Wybie?", she asked as if a real question.

The answer would surprise her.

"J-Jonsey?", a voice said. She looked around but couldn't locate where the voice had come from. She was losing it, becoming mentally unstable. Now his voice was in her head. Great!

Unless…

She pulled back the curtains that divided the room. Sure enough, there he was, resting in a bed of white sheets on the other inside. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief and examined the damage that had been so gracefully bestowed upon him. A single bandage wrapped around his head, only slightly showed beneath the thick locks of all his hair that overshadowed his forehead. She also noticed the white sling that hung around his neck. His face was hard to read. She didn't care though. In an instant, she had crossed the room and was delivering a bone crushing hug.

He was struggling to breathe as she squeezed tighter and tighter.

"Geez, Jonsey", he wheezed while his uninjured arm patted her back. "Too…tight."

She eventually did let go though and he too in a great gulp of air before shaking his head quickly, the same way he did in class while trying not to sleep. Coraline moved in like she was about to punch him in the arm like usual, but then took a step back, as if rethinking over the action. He was glad for it too.

"You big klutz", Coraline snapped. Her eyes however weren't in there usual annoyed state. They looked as if they had a secret. She bit her lip and turned away from him.

"Sorry. Um, is there anything you'd like to tell me in particular?", he asked cautiously, not very sure whether or not he really wanted to know. She didn't turn to face him again when she began forming her answer slowly and carefully.

"Well,…you see, Wybie. I've got bad news. Bad, bad, bad, bad news", she said. Hearing this, the boy instantly thought she may have been playing a joke on him, trying to get him all worked up for nothing. However, her voice was deadly serious. He gulped softly. Untamed imagination and fear were combining in his head and horrible images were beginning to form.

"Erm, I know how the…accident…happened in the first place", she continued. Her back was still to him. His attention snapped back into focus after she said this. It wasn't really one of the main thoughts that had been on his mind in the last few hours, but now it seemed very interesting, seeing as now that he thought about it, he really didn't know himself.

"There were…five needles…at the spot where you were…attacked."

Attacked? What was she talking about? Wait! Needles? Aw hell no.

"Three attached to your jacket. Two…in the back wheel of your bike". Her voiced quivered, as if this was haunting her as bad as it was horrifying him. Then she stole a glance to her right, across the already small room and to the person on the other hospital bed. She looked embarrassed. Wybie took a hint.

"You thought Michael was me, didn't you", he said with a smirk.

"Hey! That's not fair."

Wybie shrugged and took another glance at his roommate. "He's a deep sleeper. Like me, I guess. He slipped and fell not to long after he had his LASIK eye surgery. Poor kid. He'll be alright though."

The boy across the room had curly hair and dark skin like Wybie. The older boy secretly wondered what color his eyes where for some reason. He turned back to Coraline. She was caught staring at him awkwardly.

"Um, Jon-"

The teen was caught off guard when she attacked him again, practically squishing him to death. "Y- *gasp* you wanna see my new cast for my arm?". She let up on her grip and he silently sent a prayer of thanks.

" I have a compound fracture, but at least I got to pick the cast color", he stated proudly while pulling it out of the white sling. His arm was wrapped and set in a dark blue and green striped cast. The blue was slightly darker than her hair and the green matched his eyed perfectly. She gasped before reaching out to feel it. Hard as a rock.

"So watcha think?", he said while watching her touch it.

"Perfect."

Silently, he counted this as a small victory. He had impressed her while on a hospital bed. Not bad. Not bad at all. His mind drifted off to other matters as she lifted up his arm to see it in dark lighting. They need to do something about the thing- whatever she\it was.

Coraline noticed his changed expression and moved to plant her chin in his wild hair. He grinned as she wrapped her arm around his neck. She muffled through his hair, "Someday I'm going to cut off this brown bush". He laughed quietly.

Michael stirred in his bed before sitting up. "Wybie? Are you here?", the boy called out.

"Yep. What can I do for you?"

"Nothing, just wanted to make sure you were still here. I don't like being alone", the small boy said before laying back again. It wasn't long until the quiet snores continued.

"Good kid."

"Yeah."

He could hear her sigh. She was worried. He reached one hand up(the one without the cast) and held one of the hands next to his neck.

"We can beat this, Coraline. Just wait and see".

DAWWWWW. :D One more extra scene? Yes? No?