Safe In A Stranger's Arms

Chapter Thirty Five

Caitlin's POV

"Oh my gosh, Justin!" I shrieked as I watched with wide eyes.

I didn't know how Justin had the balls to do it, but he managed to make a total fool out of himself in front of his entire family and friends. The funny part was that he didn't even care about what half of them were thinking at the time, he just wanted to ask for my forgiveness and me being the stubborn and selfish person I was, I just couldn't do it. I was debating myself too much and I had no idea if he really did deserve my forgiveness or not.

My heart was beating at the speed of light - faster, if that was even possible - as I watched the blood spill out of Justin's thigh. The glass managed to cut right through his pants and pierce right into his skin.

My breathing was unstable as everybody crowded around the table, lifting his weak body and placing him on the ground. There were continuous gasps and yelling that went along the lines of "Somebody call 9-1-1" or "Justin, are you okay?" and I had no idea what to do besides stand there.

That's all I did. I just fucking stood there as we looked each other in the eyes, not a word escaping our mouths. There was commotion all around us. A guy on the phone speaking to the dispatcher, people watching in shock, people trying to stop the bleeding. But not once did we pay attention to them, we maintained eye contact as we were at a loss for words.

I couldn't even think straight as the paramedics rushed in to get Justin to the hospital. They placed his body on the stretcher and quickly wheeled him out. That's when I quickly snapped back to reality and followed the paramedics as fast as I could. They stopped at the back of the ambulance as one of them opened the doors and pushed the stretcher inside.

All the guests, including the bride, followed behind me as they stopped to watch Justin being put into the vehicle. I choked at my own words and I had no idea what to say.

"Justin!" Pattie called for him as she pushed her way out of the crowd and stopped by his stretcher.

He wasn't speaking, he wasn't mourning about the pain - hell, it looked like he wasn't even breathing. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to be there with him.

"Wait!" I yelled from the top of my lungs as they were about to close the doors of the truck. "Please wait, I need to go with him!"

"Who are you?" the paramedic stopped as he turned to look at me.

"I'm his girlfriend," I replied, hoping he'd let me go in. I looked past his shoulders and saw Justin laying on the stretcher with his mom on his side. He was looking at me with pain in his eyes and before I knew it, I felt hot tears running down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry but we have to let his mother go with him," the man replied. I groaned in frustration.

"Are you kidding me?" I said under my breath.

"Meet us at the hospital, go with Dylan," she said to me. I gave her a nod before running off to find Dylan.

Thankfully, I found him right next to the ambulance and away from the crowd. "Dylan, do you have the car keys?"

He nodded at me before pulling them out of his pockets.

"Perfect, let's go!"

Dylan and I sat impatiently in the waiting room once we arrived at the hospital. The minute we got in, my mind was consumed by thoughts but I didn't care enough to stop them. I let the over thinking eat my brain away as that's what it does best. I let all the chaos get to me, making me lost in my own reflection and trapped in my own mind for hours.

I had no idea what state Justin was in - physically, mentally and emotionally. Not once did I see him yell, cry, hiss or even flinch at the pain that I knew he was in. The cut on his thigh was deep enough to feel the pain myself, and there he was, handling it like no other person would.