Mishaps (Troyler Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Tyler's POV

There was an awkward silence that filled the room. Partly because, one, I'm the only one in it, and two, the beeping machines hooked up to me are loud as hell. The doctor that has been helping me since I arrived stumbled into the room. "Could I please see Troye?" I pleaded him, thinking he would say yes.

"When your foot heals, I'll take you to him," he responded.

What had happened to my foot? Since I had the power to move my head, now, I looked over at them. One looked fine, one was all swollen and my middle toe (haha) was pointing downwards. "How would you repair my toe?" I asked, hoping he was still in the room. I looked around, and he was nowhere to be seen. Since he left, I fell asleep.

I dreamt about what happened. I dreamt about how I saw him, face hitting the ground, him skidding to a stop on the pavement. I imagined how my face would have looked, I imagined how Troye would have felt. If I could, I thought, I would switch lives with Troye for this. I thought of the cab driver, how he looked when I told him to slow the hell down. I remembered his face, his eyes. The blackness of harm and cruelty in them. I was hoping he would be dead. I was hoping he died, with the grief inside of him as he lived his last moments.

I suddenly woke up, and searched for my phone. After realizing where I was, I then noticed I had my movements mostly back. The only thing I couldn't do was walk. "Tyler, you dumbass!" I whispered to myself. "Your phone was shattered. Why would it be here?"

Then, the truth had struck me hard in the teeth. My phone was no longer a phone. It was a pile of glass and the gold of the case. After my quick moment of sadness and grief, the doctor walked in.

"Tyler," he said. "I forgot to tell you who I was! I'm sorry! I'm Dr. Fishburn." I nodded, complying I heard him. "I want to get you walking, since you need nothing hooked to you any longer."

I sat up, and it hurt. I thought I had bruising on my ribs, which turned out to be what it was. I looked at my arms, and I noticed I had a full length cast on it. It was blue, Troye's favorite color. That made me upset, because I knew Troye was not ok.

I stood up out of my bed. I felt good, but I was wobbly. I got moving, and was easily walking down the hallway in no time.

Dr. Fishburn thought it would be a good idea to take me to Troye. "Now, Tyler, what do you think Troye's condition is?"

"Uh, critical or serious," I respond, not wanting to hear what he would say.

"Actually, he is stable!" he said, wanting me to be excited, which I was. I mean, he will live, so that's a plus.

We got in front of his room, and I was hesitant to open the door. When I did, I saw a figure on the bed. I didn't know what to think when I saw him. He was unrecognizable.

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OK HI IM SORRY ABOUT FRIDAY I FELT LIKE CRAP. I hope you enjoyed that. I don't know? What I was doing? All I know is that the cliffhanger is on FLEEK. Oh well, if you died, good. If you lived, how. Well, I have nothing to say. Ok bye!

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Ok now I'm done. Bye!