My back wheel burned the ground beneath me as I forced the bike to turn around, speeding to him.
Please be okay, please be okay.
My breath was clogged in my lungs, I couldn't breath until I knew he was okay.
I didn't even see him fall, I didn't even hear it. How could I be so stupid, he tells me he's always loved me and I push him away.
I was being childish, I was being an idiot.
He loves me. He loves me and I might not get to tell him how I feel. All because I wanted him to hurt like I did. But I don't care about that anymore.
When I got near him I slammed my break, jumping off my bike, discarding it, I didn't care if I damaged it.
I ran to him, falling down at his side, ripping the knees of my trousers, cutting the skin in the process. I threw my helmet off, my hair was a mess but I didn't care. I only cared about him.
One hand was on his head, hitting the helmet, while the other was limp beside him. I noticed his disheveled wrist, it was definitely broken.
His eyes were wide threw the visor, he sounded like he was chocking. "What's wrong?!" I asked in a panic.
He kept hitting his helmet, his hands rubbing over his visor. It's broken, I released, he can't breath.
I tried to pry it open but my gloves were too thick "Fuck!" I cursed, ripping my gloves off as fast as I could.
His stomach was twitching, his lungs fighting for a breath he couldn't get. I gripped the visor, my small fingers doing their best to rip it open.
"Cmon, cmon, cmon" My teeth were gritted, tears lodging in my throat as I panicked.
Finally I got it open, he gasped loudly, panting for breath. "Oh thank god" Tears welled in my eyes as I let out a long, shaky breath.
I pulled off his helmet, throwing it to the ground as his head rested against the cold concrete. His face was bright red, his eyes blood shot.
I rested my head on his chest, gripping his jacket for dear life. I felt his hand on the back of my head, fingers wrapping in my hair, his chest rising and falling quickly.
"I'm okay" He breathed out "I'm okay, Sunshine."
I lifted my head as I heard scampered footfalls approach. "What the hell happened!" My dad yelled, kneeling down beside him.
"My break, i didn't even touch it but—" He was breathing so heavy he could barely finish his sentence "I didn't break— the wheels just froze."
I looked up at my dad, he glanced at me. If I'm right, and my father is thinking the same thing then... this is all my fault.
*
My foot was tapping on the ground, biting on my knuckle as my elbows resting on my knees. I knew that he wasn't hurt seriously but I was still scared.
What if he has internal bleeding or he hit his head?
Doctors were running back and forth in the hospital hallway, Kit was rubbing my back, trying to sooth me some way.
My father walked up to us, his hands on his hips. I jumped up, looking at him with desperate eyes. Please be okay, please be okay, I feel like I haven't stopped repeating those words in my head since I saw him lying there.
"He's okay" My father assured. I let out a breath I didn't release I was holding, running my hand threw my hair. "He's broke his wrist, a minor concussion, some torn muscles and sprained ankle, but he's gonna be okay."
"Can I see him?" The words came out my mouth without even thinking "I wanna see him."
"Room 205" He told me.
I found my way to his room, walking threw the door without hesitating. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt was off, his arms bruised from falling and his wrist in a white cast.
He met my eyes, I felt my gut sink, I wanted to scream at him for scaring me, I wanted to hug him and kiss him for not dying.
But then Annie barged past me, wrapping her arms around his neck as she held onto him. "I was so worried about you!" She faked a sniffle.
"We" Isaac corrected from behind me "We were worried about you."
My jaw clenched at how close she was to him, but he wouldn't hug her back, he pulled her off him, stealing a glance at me as he forced a smile on his lips to Annie.
"I'm okay, nothing I can't handle" He nodded to Isaac "I just wanna get to bed and sleep this off."
"I'm afraid we have to keep you in for tonight" A doctor appeared behind us.
"What?" I spun around, the words 'Dr Torres' displayed on her badge. we leave tomorrow morning, what if he doesn't get back in time.
"With a concussion it's hospital policy to keep the patient in over night" She tells us, her black curled hair settled on her shoulders "It's just a proaction."
"I'm fine, I don't need to stay in—" He tries to jump down from the bed but stumbled, holding his head as he winced, keeping his sprained ankle up.
I walked to him, letting him put his weight on me as he sat back down.
"Could his parents come get him?" Dr Torres asks.
"His parents are back at MareVille" I answer "I'll talk to my dad, see if we can sort something out."
*
"You can take him home" My father said, both of us standing outside the hospital.
I was reluctant, a part at the back of my mind still hated him, just because he got hurt doesn't mean I forgive him for everything.
"Why can't you" I argued.
"I'm telling you, Mackayla" He raised his brows, his tone strict "You are going to stay here and take Tom home tomorrow, and when you get back me and your mum are going to have a talk about what's going on with you and Tom, because we both know what happened wasn't an accident."
"I didn't mean for it to go this far" I could feel the lump in my throat, I looked down to my feet, hiding my water filled eyes.
"I'll see you tomorrow" He jumped in the van, driving off.
I let out a sigh, turning around but frozen when I saw Nick standing in the doorway of the hospital, leaning against the side.
He watched me, his eyes stuck to mine. I walk towards the doors, not breaking contact as I walked to him.
"Did you hear any of that?" I asked, my voice low.
He shook his head no, looking down at me with dark eyes. "Congratulations by the way" He spoke "On first place."
"Thanks" I gulped.
I felt uncomfortable under him, he was stalking me with this look in his eyes. I backed away, nodding a goodbye.
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