(Same three months later)
Micah POV
I couldn't even imagine what Jaylin was going through. I hated it for her. We'd been here all night and the only news we'd gotten on Josaun was that they had to preform an emergency surgery on him. And that he'd lost a lot of blood. But nothing more.
Jaylin cried so hard next to me.
What if that was Lance? That question kept invading my thoughts. And it sickened me.
"Micah, you can go home to your baby. We'll be here with Jaylin. We'll call you when we get updated." Aunt Tati said taking my seat next to Jaylin.
Cam stood up, and followed me out of the hospital.
"There was so much blood. And he had windshield and window pieces coming out of his skin. He didn't even seem like he was breathing when I got him out." Cam explained lowly.
"Cam, please." I said not wanting to keep thinking about it. We were all pretty scarred. Cam was the one who pulled him out of the car. I couldn't even let Jaylin watch. To see his body so limp and lifeless, hurt me just to see. I could only imagine what it would have done to her.
"I'm just saying. You saw him from a distance. I saw him up close, and I hate to say it but I don't think he's going to make it." Cam added.
"Don't say that! Because if it was you! You wouldn't want anyone say that about you. Don't speak death on him. He's a fighter and I have faith that he will make it. So just shut up!" I yelled.
When we got in the car, it was quiet. I couldn't even see the road my eyes were so clouded with tears.
"Pull over." Cam said. And I did. We switched and he drove.
***
We pulled up to my house and we both got out.
"You can sleep in the guest room." I told him unlocking the door.
We walked in and Lance was sitting on the couch watching ESPN.
"Wassup." He spoke to Cam. Cam just gave him a head nod. They still didn't like him.
"The guest room is all ready. It's a towel and all that in the bathroom." He told him.
"Appreciate it." He said walking towards the back.
I locked eyes with Lance and he shut the tv off, standing up. He stepped to me and kissed my forehead before turning the light off and grabbing my hand leading me to my room.
I felt so lifeless right now. I didn't even want to do anything but sleep. I laid out on the bed and he stripped me. Pulling his shirt off and putting it over me. He laid in the bed, and pulled me close to him. He shut our bedroom light off.
I felt tears fall down my cheek.
"I know what you're thinking so stop. He gone be alright." He said into the darkness.
"Lance." I said between tears.
"Hm?"
"Can you promise that I'll never be in that position?"
The room was quiet which only made me cry harder.
"No baby, I can't. But I can promise that everything will be okay."
That's not what I wanted to hear. And it hurt my heart. So instead of saying anything else, I just snuggled into his chest. Crying harder. I wanted to cherish every moment with him. Because tonight if I hadn't known it before I definitely knew now.... Tomorrow is not given. And the one you love dearly can be taken away from you in just a matter of seconds.
