Carter
About an hour after Ash dropped me off I lay in bed unable to shut my thoughts out long enough to sleep. Then my phone begins ringing from its place across my room and I groan getting up after the second ring to answer it.
"Hello?" I answer in the most polite way I can.
"Are you Carter-Rose Andersen?"
"Uh...yeah." I answer completely confused.
"Do you know Dylan-Ash Grey?" (a/n: two first names guys js)
"Yeah why?"
"What is your relation to him?"
"I'm his best friend why?" I ask again starting to panic.
"M'am we're going to need you to stop by the St. Judith's Hospital as soon as possible."(a/n: random hospital name bc idek it's a fictional book why not)
"Why?!" I snap out getting really frustrated by now.
I hear a sad sigh scaring me even more, "Dylan has gotten into a car accident and is now under our care. You were listed as one of his emergency contacts. We will answer all your follow up questions as soon as you arrive m'am. I'm very sorry this is all happening to you."
Already putting on a random hoodie and grabbing a pair of flats, "Be there in a couple minutes."
I would go to my dad and ask for a ride, but honestly I don't know even want to bother with him.
I get a bag packed and I run to the hospital. I feel myself getting hot and I slow down knowing if I want to be there for him I should stop running because the consequences could very well lead to death.
After walking slowly I break into a slow jog, regretting having not packed a water bottle. I stop and cry. Not just because Ash is in the hospital. For everything. Because I can't run like hell to the hospital, because I can't sweat, because I wasn't born normal, because I don't what's happening with Ash.
Because everything's is all becoming to be so much, and I don't know if I can't take it anymore. I'm under too much pressure, and I'm about the break, and this time, I don't know if I'll come out of this unscathed.
I begin inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. My chest hurts. I cough a little and then start inhaling deeply and exhaling, shakily, but slowly. Pretty soon my heart stopped beating way too past and I'm not shaking as bad as I was before.
Of course everything still hurts. But I just don't show it like I just was. I walk calmly even though I have a million and one things going on inside. Once I reach the hospital a doctor comes towards me, "Are you Miss Carter Hills?"
I nod slowly and calmly. She gives me a sympathetic look, "Follow me please.." I nod and trail after her looking like a lost puppy. A wounded one at that, not that she can tell you though.
After a couple minutes of walking she stops in front of a door ad opens it, I feel as if everything stops. I am not breathing. He lies in that cold hospital bed deathly pale and I want to scream. Because he does not look like himself. He looks already dead. And I feel a rush of cold because he looks almost like mum in her final couple of weeks.
I turn to the doctor finally showing some emotion, "what's wrong with him?"
"He's in a coma..we don't know if he'll wake from this. It's one of those things where the longer he's in it, the more you should just loose hope. Because the longer he's in it, the less chance you have of ever seeing his eyes open on his own." She says then walks away mumbling, "I'll leave you two alone."
I go to his bedside slowly. I grip his hand tightly wanting more than anything in that moment a tiny little squeeze back or even just a finger twitch so that I don't have to be so fucking worried.
But all I get is cold hands, a heart monitor making dull sounds in the background noises, and the slow rise and fall of his chest indicating that he's at least half alive. I feel my tears fall and I clutch the side of his bed tightly, the pain in my chest is so close to unbearable.
I don't want to loose him. And that terrifies me.
But for some reason I'm more terrified of loosing him than the realization that I don't want to loose him.
Then Kai comes into the room and hugs me tightly whispering sweet nothings into my ear and stroking my hair. I don't hug him back.
He does not give me that warmth that Ash would have given me. And that thought only makes me feel worse. After awhile of me not responding or reacting to him he leaves.
I walk over to his side and kiss his hand shakily,
"Please don't leave me too..."
