"ASHTON!!!" I yell, running across the street. It was like a horror movie right in front of my eyes. The love of my life in a car accident as the driver side is squished in, air bags out, and him laying on the floor in pain.
"Ma'am—" I cut off the paramedic before he could finish his sentence
"That's my fiancé. Please just let me through" he moves out of the way, as they're getting Ash on the stretcher. Bleeding and in pain. I run to him and before I could tell him anything he grabs me and hugs me, in pain. I couldn't get any words out anymore, I just give him the biggest hug and cry. Wishing I could do anything to take his pain away. Wishing it was me who got in the accident instead of him. Wishing I didn't have that work meeting from making me not be with him. Just wishing that it was me and not him.
I ride in the back of the ambulance with him. On our way to the hospital I make sure to call his mom and dad, sister, and brother. I also make sure to call Cal, Luke and Michael let them know what happened. They all tell me they're on their way and will meet us there, but Ash doesn't want anyone there. He grabs the phone, still in pain, and tells his band mates to stay at home. He's okay and will let them know when he's out. He isn't one for company or all the attention on him. He isn't one to have a big group or millions of questions. I've known him my whole life and have only seen him get ready to go out with friends only a handful of times. His version of going out is the grocery store or any store really. His version of date night is having take out and watching movies till 3 am, talking away while the movie plays. I go through everything in my head. I try to distract myself from everything that has happened and the reason why I'm riding in the back of an ambulance. I wish he wasn't in pain and that we were at home catching up on shows we're haven't had time to watch.
Finally, we get to the hospital, they rush Ashton back into the room while they have me stay back and fill out his paperwork. I want to be with him back in the room, but they have to do exams and tests. I wait at the hospital until I can go back to see him. Tears haven't stopped running down my face for the whole time I've been waiting. All I can think of was: why wasn't it me? Finally, after 7 1/2 hours they let me go back with him. When I get into his room he's sleeping, so I try to be as quiet as I can, but as soon as I sit down next to him on the bed, he grabs me and just hugs me. I know he's in pain, but I don't stop him. I hug him back, trying not to hurt him. He goes back to sleep and I end up falling asleep with him.
