The Loverboy

Maybe

A/N- Doing the note at the beginning instead of the end this time! Enjoy the photo above! You're gonna need it! Sorry I haven't updated much- my internet on my computer was down.

My mind froze. What happened? Who was at the hospital? What's going on? "Mom! What is happening?" I asked anxiously. "Rowan. Listen, sweetie. I will explain everything when you get here. I can't come get you so you need to get somebody to drive you, and quick. I will wait for you in the front lobby. Just please, hurry." She said, before hanging up. I quickly got up and started cramming all of my stuff in my bag and trying not to break down.

"Rowan? What's happening? Are you okay?" Ashton asked me. I looked at him and shook my head. "What happened?" He asked. "I- I- I don't know. I just- I need you to drive me to the hospital, like now." I told him. He nodded and packed up his stuff and grabbed his car keys. We quickly left the library and got into his car. I tapped my foot nervously as he drove towards the local hospital. "Ashton, I'm scared." I said. "I'm sure everything will be okay. We're almost there baby- er Rowan. Just hold on." He replied, picking up his speed a little bit.

He pulled into the hospital parking lot and helped me out of the car. We both jogged into the large building and scouted out my parents. My mom looked as if she had been crying, and my dad looked like he was going to be sick. "Mom. Dad. Why are we here? What is happening? Where is Tyler?" I asked all at once. "Rowan-" My dad started. "Where is Tyler?!" I asked again. "Rowan... Tyler is in critical condition right now. The doctors are doing everything they can but they don't know if he is going to make it." My dad explained.

"What do you mean they aren't sure if he's gonna make it? What happened?!" I asked, almost yelling at this point. "He was driving... and this car came out of nowhere and hit him." My mom said, a few tears streaming down her eyes. "It hit the car on his side, he has had some serious damage done and his lungs aren't working right and they aren't sure if he's going to stay with us." My dad finished.

I looked at them both in disbelief before I started to cry. My dad pulled me into his embrace as I began to cry harder and harder. This pain made me forget all about the pain of the breakup or the pain of the cutting. This was a new kind of pain. I had never felt this pain before. "Can I see him?" I asked, bawling. "No, baby. He's still under the operation. They'll let us see him soon, don't worry" My mom answered, while she also cried. "Don't worry? My little brother is dying! I may never see him again! He could be dead right now and the doctors are on their way to tell us!" I yelled, drawing attention. "Rowan just sit down. It's all going to work out. We just have to pray that he will be okay." My dad said, sitting down on the uncomfortable looking sofa.

*Ashton's POV*

I looked at poor little Rowan, crying in her father's arms. I wanted to sit down next to her and scoop her up and comfort her and kiss her until she stopped crying, but I knew she didn't want that. I sat down beside her, but a few inches away so she didn't think I was too close. I sort of wanted to see her brother too. I knew he didn't want to see me, because I knew he hated me. I wonder if he knew that he was dying. I wonder if he didn't, and he thought he would be better soon. Everybody was clinging onto the hope that he would make it, even though deep down we all knew he would be gone in a few hours. I wanted to personally apologize to him for being a jerk. I knew he knew about all the stuff I did to Rowan. I knew she would have told him. Those two were like best friends- inseparable. I knew he hated me for the time I beat him up, and for the way I used to be. I couldn't live with the guilt of never apologizing.

I texted my mom saying that I was not sure when I was going to be home. I simply told her I was with Rowan and her family and she was fine by that. We sat there for hours on end, just waiting and wondering, and hoping for some news on him. It was getting dark and there was still no news on how Tyler was doing. Rowan's parents insisted she ate something but she refused and honestly, I couldn't think of eating either.

I looked at the large clock on the wall. It read 10:09. Rowan was rocking herself back and forth while her father paced the floor and her mother buried her face in her hands. The situation would have been less awkward for me if Rowan and I hadn't gone our separate ways. I could be there for her. I wanted to rub her back and tell her I was there for her, but I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or get more overwhelmed. Hesitantly, I moved in closer and put my hand on top of her small one. She looked up at me and made eye contact. She instantly broke the eye contact when a nurse came out and came towards us.

"Mr and Mrs. Evans..."