Beside You~a.i.

Ch. 29: Crash and Burn

~Ashton's POV~:
Fuck. Ow. Fuck. Ow. What the fuck?
I opened my eyes and saw the roof of the car, but I feel like I'm upside-down.
There are the sounds of emergency vehicles and people shouting everywhere. What happened?

I turned to my right and saw Bailey. Oh no...no no no no no. Blood was streaming out of a cut on her forehead, the piece of glass still wedged in her face. Her right arm was twisted the wrong way, a bone showing through the open wound there. And there was also blood soaking her clothes and her hair, making her look like Carrie from the horror movie, Carrie. "Bailey." I attempted to yell, but failed. My voice would only come out in quiet gasps, there wasn't enough strength left to scream.

I could barely move, all muscles feeling weak. How much blood have I lost? I examined my body. The only major wound was my thigh. There was a large cut in it but other than that I seemed fine. Except I couldn't breathe, well it hurts to breathe, like a thousand needles are prickling my throat kinda hurt. Fuck.

I managed to unbuckle my seat belt and open the car door, but I couldn't get my body out of the car. It took too much energy that I was lacking at the moment. And since I couldn't get myself out of the car I basically crawled over to Bailey and unbuckled her from her seat and opened her door. I kissed her blood-stained lips gently, and I brushed a bit of her hair out of her face, also soaked with blood from the gaping wound on her head.

Apparently someone saw my movement from opening the passenger door because I could hear people yelling, "Over here!" and "We're gonna need an ambulance!" I waited until a man's face, gray but not quite wrinkly, as if he was just beginning to age, appeared with wide eyes. He looked right into my eyes, which I have been struggling to keep open, before he examined Bailey as well, a horrified expression crossing his face. He moved away to call over someone and I noticed his paramedics uniform.

A few seconds later the man returned with two other paramedics. One held a broom and swept broken glass away from the car door while the other two gently removed Bailey from the car. I couldn't tell if she was breathing or not, but she looked like she had death on her face. I really hope she's okay, please be okay.

The two men carried her away but returned to help me out soon enough. They pulled me out by my arms, then one picked me up in his arms, placing me in a stretcher. I heard someone calling my name, I don't know who it was but it was a male voice so it wasn't Bailey. Maybe a fan? Maybe a friend...

The stretcher began to move and soon the black of the night sky turned into the bright white of the ambulance roof. People began working on me immediately by placing needles and weird tube-like things in my arms. This tiredness washed over me and I felt my eyes close before I knew I had just been knocked out by medicine.
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My eyes slowly opened as I saw the familiar ceiling of a hospital. I just know how it looks from when I had appendicitis and had to have an operation.

"Well, good morning sir." I sat up a little and looked ahead of me where a middle-aged guy stood in a white doctor's coat. "How are you feeling Ashton?"

"Fine...how long ago was the crash?"

"It was last night. We got you here and operated immediately but you've been out cold since your operation. It's currently 9 in the morning. You had a few broken ribs and a large cut in your thigh but other than that you were fine. The person who is the cause behind a crash usually is the one to come out with the least amount of injuries..." I frowned at the doctor's comment. "But hey it was an accident so there is no reason to blame anyone or anything." The ass hole of a doctor faked a smile and left, leaving me with quite a few questions like; where's Bailey, is Bailey okay, and when can I eat because I'm starving.

I didn't have anything to do because I didn't have anything so I just laid there for a while. Is Bailey okay? She didn't look good at all when the paramedics took her away. And I caused that. If she's dead it's my fault, but she was the one distracting me, but at the same time I took my focus away from the road and that's my fault. She better be okay. I don't even know why we were fighting so harshly just because I was worried about the fans. If those fans were never waiting outside of the elevator than we wouldn't be in this mess...