I can't think of any more ideas for my other story, so you guys get a new story instead. Okay, before you start reading and get hooked (if that's the case) this story ends in a very sad way, so don't read it if you don't like sad endings. This is going to be multi-chaptered. Well, anyways, enjoy the story.

Don't Wake Me Up Until You Love Me

Chapter one

Christa cracked her eyes open and glanced around the room. She couldn't remember where she was, and the off-white walls were absolutely no help in discovering her location. She let her eyes drift shut again, and relaxed.

She remembered being at her house, where she had been playing with Axel, her black German Shepherd. She had suddenly felt that it was hard to breathe, and then her world went black. So...I guess this is the hospital room that Mom stuck me in. Well, I've definitely been in worse. She thought as she opened her eyes to the unwelcoming sight. She had been in and out of hospitals her whole life, and she could tell that this visit would be no different.

"Christa, honey, are you awake?" She heard her mother ask her from what she supposed was the doorway.

"Yeah." Christa replied. She heard her mother's sigh of relief before she turned and walked away from the room, probably to report to the doctor. Christa could just hear all of the reprimands when her mother found out exactly why she had passed out.

"Christa, could you please tell me exactly what happened before you became unconcious?" She heard a voice ask. She guessed it was teh doctor, so she knew what he wanted to know; what caused the episode?

"If you want to know why I passed out, it's because I didn't eat anything for breakfast and I was running around the yard with my dog. If I had have eaten breakfast, I wouldn't have passed out. I'm okay, so can I just go home?" Christa responded. She always had to stay week and a half for observation after one of her 'episodes' and she hated hospitals.

"I'm sorry, but you have to stay here for a while. We have to run some tests to make sure that your disease hasn't progressed any further. You won't have to stay for very long." He gave the answer that Christa knew she was going to get. After all, it was the answer she always got from her doctors.

"Well, I guess that's okay then." She resonded in her usual way, avoiding the conflict of an argument. After all, what was a week and a half? She would be out in no time. Well, that's what her mom always said everytime.

"You'll be out of here in no time at all honey." Her mom said, just like she did everytime. "Christa, darling, I have to go to work now, will you be okay on your own here?"

"Yea Mom, no worries." Christa responded, pasting a smile on.

"Mrs. Perkins, may I have a word with you?" The doctor said to Christa's mother. She nodded, and they stepped out of the room for a few moments, then her mother left, and the doctor entered the room again.

"Christa, we are going to move you to a room on the fourth floor. There are five floors in the hospital, and you can go to any of them. If you feel the need to get some fresh air, you may go down to the first floor, which is the floor beneath this one, and step outside. You may also go to the roof. Your choice. Feel free to roam the halls, but don't cause any disturbances or you will ahve to stay in your room. If you need anything else, just ask the nurses that are assigned to your room. Now, if you need nothing further, I have a couple more patients to see."

"Actually, I have a question. May I just wear my normal clothes. I'm only here for observation after all."

"Your mother brought you some of your pajamas to wear, but that is all you are permitted."

"Well, later then."

"I'll come back to see you later Christa. Please, try not to make yourself as comfortable as you possibly can." With that said, the doctor turned and left.

"Okay." Christa responded with another fake smile. She had to stay in so many hospitals for so long that she should feel just as at home there as she did at her own house. She hated hospitals and she would prefer to just stay at home. Shortly after the doctor's departure, a nurse entered the room to show her to her room. Apparently, her stuff had already been deposited there. She was hungry, and annoyed at having to stay at the hospital, but atleast she didn't have to have an iv, or she would have flipped. Needles were the worst thing about hospitals.

The nurse left her at the door of a room with a bed, a television, a large window, and a bathroom. She hated hospital rooms. After changing into a pair of her most comfortable pajamas, she walked out of her room and went to the elevator. She pressed a random button, and just as the doors were shutting, an arm shot out to stop them. The boy that had stopped the doors stepped in right beside Christa and glanced at the panel of buttons.

"So you're going up to the fifth floor?" He asked.

"Actually, I'm going up to the roof. I just have to go to the fifth floor to get to the staircase that leads to it." Christa responded, looking over at the boy that seemed as comfortable talking to her as he would if he were talking to an old friend. He had slightly tanned skin, a muscular body that was neither scrawny nor too musceled, and blond hair. He was, all in all, gorgeous. Noticing that he was in a pair of pajamas too, she began to imspect him more. From what she could see, the only thing wrong with him was a broken arm, something wrong with his ankle and a few bruises on his face and unbroken arm. As her inspection came back to his face, she noticed that he had caught her studying him. She quickly averted her eyes and a blush stained her pale cheeks.

"In case you're wondering, I got into a fight. I'm in the hospital for observation because they think I might have a concussion, but they can't tell for sure. I wonder how long I'll be in here."

"Usually observations last a week and a half."

"Are you a nurses kid or something?"

"No, I just get stuck in hospitals a lot."

"Really? Why?"

"I have a condition where anytime I do any strenuous activity or anything that speeds my heart up too much, my body reacts by basically turning itself off, to relieve the stress. My immune system is low too, so I get really sick with stuff that is really simple to most people. Like I could die from getting a cold. My condition is also the reason I'm so pale."

"I figured you just didn't really go outside much. So, if you can't do anything that makes your heart speed up, does that mean you can't, well, you know..." He trailed off.

"I don't know...probably not though." Christa said, blushing.

"Do you want to find out?" He said, walking towards her. Christa took and instinctive step back, and ran into the wall. He pinned her against the wall an leaned in.

When his lips touched Christa's, her heart beat picked up its pace. She thought it would explode. As she focused on not letting her legs buckle, her eyes slit closed and she began to kiss him back. Her arms slid around his neck and his arms slid around her waist. It felt slightly awkward because of the cast that was on his hand, but Christa ignored the feeling in favor of the boy's lips.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped moving and the doors opened. She quickly disentangled herself from the boy, and ran out of the elevator, and straight towards the stairs. The boy just moved to the back of the elevator and leaned on it; a small smirk on his face.

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How was that people? Yea, I know, the guy was really forward, but it's part of the story, but honestly, he didn't even know her name! I don't know if there really is a condition like the one I gave to Christa, but the idea for this story was stuck in my head, so if there's not really one, then just pretend like there is, okay? Well, tell me what you guys thought!!