Mishaps (Troyler Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

Troye's POV

When Tyler walked into the room, I saw his look, even though my eyes were practically swollen shut. He looked absolutely mortified. It made me upset because he knew I wasn't ok. And I knew I wasn't ok. I tried I move, but silently winced in pain instead.

"Troye," Tyler whimpered. "Your face. It's black! WHY DID I DO THIS TO YOU??!!" He leaned next to me and started sobbing. "Why did I call that cab? Why didn't I know he was asking for trouble? WHY YOU!"

That was when I sobbed inside. I knew I looked horrible. Tyler's expression already cleared that. I could sense he was regretting everything. My good arm reached over and held Tyler's hand. I forced my eyes open. His eyes were bloodshot red, and he was red from crying.

"I'm just a mess," he continued. "This is all my fault. Why did I do this?"

I wanted to speak to him reassuring him everything was alright. But with a tube shoved down my throat, that wasn't really an option. There was an eerie silence in the room, beeping of machines, and my ear drums trying to locate sounds. That's when I noticed the doctor standing at the doorway. I turned my head at him. He knew we wanted to be alone.

"I'll leave you two alone," he said. Then, without saying another word, he stepped out of the room, going to the one next door.

"Look at you, Troye," Tyler whispered. "I did this too you. I'm so sorry!" He started to sob again, and he squeezed my hand hard. It didn't hurt, because it was numb.

I shook my head and attempted to lower my eyebrows, but it hurt to do so. I wanted to let him know it wasn't him that did this to me. He looked over at me, his face of a sad puppy. It was cute, but I could tell he was in horrible pain. Then, the doctor walked in again.

"Tyler, we need to leave now," he said. "Troye here needs cosmetic surgery, which will get rid of the otherwise permanent skin 'dye'." He grabbed Tyler's wrist, but he tried to resist.

"At least let me walk with him to the Operating Room," I begged.

The doctor rolled his eyes at Tyler, but sighed in approval. At that moment, many nurses and doctors wearing scrubs took me and my machinery out of the room. Tyler followed behind, trying his hardest to keep up. I could tell he had a tough time, because as I looked back, he was heavily limping, and obviously in pain, but he wouldn't express it. I guess I was his top priority. I smiled through the tube, and at that moment, he looked at me.

His eyes became widened, and he let out his usual Tyler smile. "That's the Tilly I know and love," I thought. I looked back ahead where there were doors we entered into. Tyler stopped in front of the doors beside me.

"Goodbye, Troyeboy," he said. "Please, be ok, for me." He let out a I-Don't-Know-What-To-Do smile. I was wheeled into the room where Tyler was left to stand. The next thing I knew, I was asleep, undergoing a surgery that would make me look better.

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HELLO! If I killed you, sorry I'll leave a warning next time. SPOILER: Troye WILL live. Why would he not? A Troylerfanfiction is not a fanfiction without two living people. Duh. Well, I hope you enjoyed that!

I have decided to leave updating schedules to Tyesday only, adding Friday just puts that much more pressure on not only me, but the content of my work. So, that's it I guess?

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OK IM OFFICIALLY DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER NOW ILL SEE YOU ON TUESDAY WITH ANOTHER EMOTIONAL CHAPTER OF THIS THING BYE NOW HUMANS YAY.

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Ok now I'm done. Bye peoples! (Have a great rest of your day bye!)