Oliver's P.O.V.
I was in and out of consciousness. I was laying on the pavement and I could hear the faint sound of sirens. There was a smell of smoke and people were yelling. My eyes were barely open though that was no help considering everything was blurry.
I passed out. The next time I woke, I was being wheeled down a hallway. I was in the hospital. I tried relaxing a bit. I was going to be ok. Or at least I hoped. I heard the paramedics saying that I would need surgery for my broken shoulder. A wave of tiredness took me over and the next I knew, I was in a room propped up only slightly with a cast and sling holding my arm. There was a knock at my door and then a doctor came in.
"Hello, dear,"
The woman looked to be in her 50s. I nodded at her as a greeting.
"Are you feeling ok?" she asked.
I nodded again.
"Well, that's good. Anyway, I'm going to explain what happened because usually when people wake up in the hospital, they're a little confused. You were in a car crash. There was a drunk driver and your car was flipped. A stranger managed to pull you from your car and laid you on your back. They mobilized your arm, which was dislocated, not broken."
I just sat there, nodding and trying to follow along.
"The paramedics found your wallet and called someone by the name of Tyler Bray to inform them about the incident. I believe they were on their way when we spoke with them. So you might have visitors soon."
After, she told me that I needed to rest and left.
So back to sleep I went.
I woke up the next morning with a huge headache. I groaned trying to sit up. There was a hand placed on my good arm and another on my back as support.
I looked to see Regie was helping. I must've looked confused.
"We weren't allowed to stay here overnight but we came back as soon as possible." He told me.
He rubbed my back and I noticed everyone else in the room.
"What time is it?" My voice sounded raspy. My throat was dry.
"11:30 a.m." Justin answered.
"ok."
I stayed in the hospital for three days before I was allowed to go home. Luckily it was only my shoulder that took any sort of critical hit. The rest of my body had bruises and cuts. That was it.
I went to my room to take a shower as soon as I got home. The downside is, I was having trouble taking my shirt off. Regie came in as I was trying to get the shirt over my good shoulder.
Wordlessly, he walked over and pulled my shirt over my head. He gently took the sling off my arm and slid the shirt off too. I stood there watching as he did so, studying his facial features. I could feel his hand as it brushed over my bruises.
He cleared his throat, "You should take your shower."
I nodded and he left. I walked into the bathroom, taking the brace off. As the water ran down my back, I couldn't help but think how soft & gentle Regie's touch was.
I got out and dressed before going back into my room. Sitting on the bed was Regie. He was waiting for me. He looked up from his phone when I walked in. He patted the bed, gesturing for me to sit with him. When I did, he pulled me close, resting his chin on the top of my head. We sat there for a bit. Holding each other close.
"You know...." Regie started, "I didn't know how to react to the news. But one thing is for sure; I couldn't lose you. When we got the call about your crash, I was terrified."
I just nodded. He started rubbing little circles on my back. I felt the rise and fall of his chest. Not to mention, his heart was racing.
"Your heart is beating really fast," I smirked.
"Yeah well...... I don't like your new shampoo." He retorted.
"Where... did... that come...from?" I said between breaths from a fit of laughter.
He looked flustered.
"I don't know"
We looked at each other before we both cracked up.
"Well thank you for noticing my new shampoo," I said.
He looked me up and down. "I said I don't like it."
"I know," I smiled innocently.
I kissed his cheek before laying down on the bed.
