Mishaps (Troyler Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Tyler's POV

The taxi driver sped away from the theatre, and I could tell, he was going way too fast. He swerved around cars, ran stop signs, and nearly hit a police officer. "Uh... Sir," I leaned forward. "SLOW DOWN!"

The driver looked back at me, glaring his eyes. He looked like a serial killer. He probably was! By the time he turned back around, the taxi plowed into the back of an SUV. We impacted so hard, the seat belts undid, and Troye and I were thrown into the front area. I felt my back breaking the windshield glass, as I was thrown, onto what I thought was the SUV. Apparently, it was the road. Before I passed out, I looked over to see Troye, face dug into the road, and unresponsive. "TROYE!!!" The last thing I yelled before I shut my eyes.

By the time I came to, all I heard was beeping, and whispering voices. I heard my heartbeat, which sounded 20 ticks too slow. I opened my eyes, and tried to move my head. I couldn't move it. My eyes trailed around the room. Monitors, white lights, running, doors. Troye. My eyes opened wide when I saw Troye on a stretcher being rushed down the hallway towards what seemed like an OR. Doctors were shouting people to move. Nurses supplied oxygen to him. I was too shocked to feel emotion.

"Mr. Oakley," a doctor said when he had noticed my awakening. "You're awake. Good, now we can run more tests."

I wanted to ask what had happened to Troye. I really did. I couldn't. There was a tube in my mouth, going down to my respitory system. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. All I could move were my eyes and fingers.

"Take him to get a CAT scan," the doctor told a nearby nurse, who nodded and ran to notify another nurse at the receptionist desk. Before I knew it, my bed was being wheeled away, heading towards a scan room. I was able to see what the door label said. "CAT Scan Room: Stay Clear When Patients Arrive" is what the label said.

My bed burst open the doors of the large room, with a large, white, donut hole machine in the middle of the room. They took the ocygen tube out of me, and the doctor asked me, "Can you breathe on your own?"

I nodded, and was lifted onto the bed where I soon, would be pushed into the machine. When I was pushed in there, I had to stay still. I closed my eyes, breathed small amounts of air, which I know is bad for a sort-of-dying body. When it was over, I was able to breath fully again. I almost forgot, I wanted to test my speech. I opened my mouth, and murmured a word. It worked.

I was put back into my hospital bed, and I looked at the doctor. I asked with a hoarse voice, "The guy who was with me, Troye, is he alright?"

He looked down at me, and gave me a worried look. "Oh, Tyler. I don't know if you saw, but when he was rushed by just an hour ago, his face was completely black and bloody. He'll be a wreck when you see him. You got really lucky, Mr. Oakley."

"What exactly happened to him, though? I just saw him in the ground, unresponsive!"

"It's a long story," he responded. Oh, damn I hate those words so much. Because I always know, he'll never tell me the turn of events. "I can tell you one thing, Tyler. He was conscious when he arrived here. In pain, but awake."

I was relieved, but not relieved enough to settle the deep down pain inside that helped me know, the mistake you made, it's going to make this situation worse and worse.

***

I KNOW ITS WEDNESDAY DONT KILL ME PLEASE! This whole chapter was a cliff hanger, Jesus! But, I hope I killed you inside. WHY DID I DO THIS WHY! Don't mind that, but, almost 250 reads! WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW. That's more successful than Dream! Speaking of that:

Head over to Dream! It's way more peaceful that this pile of crap chapter is.

Uh, that's it.

Vote
Comment
Share

Ok see you Friday! Bye people!

PS: The header did exactly what I wanted it to do. You don't care, but I think it's cool.

OK BYE THIS TIME.