NOT NOW // D.S

3.6

DREW'S POV

After Brooklyn stormed out I took a minute to calm myself down before leaving her apartment, locking it, I went to Austin's to vent.

"She'll be fine in a week," Austin shrugged as he grabbed a soda from his fridge while I sat at the high top counter.

"I don't know, it felt like this was all building up," I sighed, "I just don't want her mad at me if I don't know what I did!"

"She's probably just nitpicking," Austin tried to explain her actions, "Sometimes she gets like this"

"Really?"

"No, I lied, I don't know what's up with her," he laughed, trying to lighten the mood as he handed me a can of soda, "She's never been in a relationship, let alone been with one person for this long"

"She's gonna end things isn't she?" I asked, said with full positivity that that's what was going to happen next time I saw her.

"Hey! Keep an open mind, let her have her moment, her over dramatic moment," he mumbled the last part, "She'll call you in a few hours I bet"

Austin's phone started to ring while I opened the can of soda he had handed me. 

"It's my Mom, I'll be back," he announced as he picked up his phone and walked to his room to take the call.

He was only gone a few seconds before he raced back out.

"Where?"

Shoes, he mouthed to me with urgency as he slid on his own shoes.

"Okay, we'll be there soon! Text me with updates"

He hung up his phone.

"What?" I asked completely confused.

"She was in an accident," was all he said as we started to leave his apartment.

"Your mom?" I questioned kind of confused. 

"Brooklyn," He sighed as we walked down the hallway.

"Fuck," was the only thing I could think or say.

We got into Austin's car and he sped to wherever his mother had told him.

"Is that?" I asked staring out the window as everything slowed down the world moved a millimeter a second.

A small black car sat wheels up on the corner of the intersection, front window shattered, another car, that had obviously hit the other, sat a few feet from the black car, police tape was everywhere.

Ten police cars blocked off the streets while the some of the officers talked to people. A fire truck was on the corner, had the car been on fire before?

It was like a moment from a movie, worst than anything I could of ever imagined, the crash made me want to pray.

"Oh my god," Austin let out a breath, like he had been hold it as we drove by.

We rode the rest of the way in silence, both of our minds racing with thoughts about Brooklyn.

Austin parked the car as close to the front doors of the hospital as he could. The two of us raced out of the car and up towards the large doors that were a gateway to pain and sorrow.

"Mom!" Austin called out when we entered, his parents who I had seen photos of tons of times before, stood talking to a lady who was sat behind a desk.

"Austin!" she cried out turning to us.

"Where is she?" I asked standing beside Austin, his mom wiped a tear from her eyes.

"They won't let us see her yet," she explained, "But they just keep saying everything's okay"

She didn't sound like she believed them. I for sure didn't.

"Why won't they let you see her? You're her parents!" Austin exclaimed going to stand beside his father who was probably trying to figure things out. 

"I'm so sorry," I sighed standing in front of Austin's mother, "This is my fault"

"Honey, it's not your fault," she smiled softly putting her hand on my shoulder in a comforting motherly way.

"She probably was doing something crazy, as always," Mrs. North tried to laugh it off, but I could tell she was worried. She had a look that Brooklyn did when she was trying to act like everything was fine.

I remember when we were shooting for her music video in Charleston some of the crew we're late and Brooklyn was trying to play it off but she had this look on her face when she thought no one was looking, a look that was pure worry.

"I'm sorry we have to meet in this way," she added a second later, "But knowing Brooklyn, I would of never met you any other way," she chuckled.

The four of us sat in the waiting room, all they had told us was that they had her in an operating room because they weren't sure yet of how bad the impact was or what all of her injuries were yet.

It felt like hours before the doctor came out to tell us anything, my leg never stopped bouncing with nerves.

"Mr. and Mrs. North?" he asked walking over to us all as we all stood up.

"Yes?" Mr. North asked as his wife and he took a step forward, Austin and I staying back standing side by side .

"She's out of the surgery room, we had to remove a large piece of glass from her thigh and shoulder, but every thing went great, she's still unconscious, she was hit pretty hard so she has an assumed concussion but she will be okay," the doctor explained with a final nod.

"Are we able to see her?" Mrs. North asked.

"Yes, family only," he smiled.

"Come on boys," Mr. North turned to us.

"But," I whispered to Austin.

"Shh," he held a finger to his lips, "They're not going to check, brother," he winked.

I shook my head with a small smile following them all towards where the doctor had told us to go.

Five hallways and an elevator ride later we were in front of a door that read 237 on a small grey plaque beside the large wooden door.

Only half of the lights in the room were on, Mr. North led the way. The smell of cleaning supplies and bleach overwhelmed my senses.

I was the last to enter the room and see her.

My heart broke into a million pieces.

I did this.

I caused this.