Troyler hits Paris

The quiet

---Troye's POV---
It had been 3 weeks since the incident. Tyler had been moved to the hospital in LA like they had told us they would. I, of course, went with him.

I stayed overnight at the hospital every single night. I never left his side, well until Jackie came in. She normally came in around lunch time, which offered me a chance to change and eat something.

///time skip about 1 week///
Tyler still hadn't woken up yet. The doctors said that after surgery he had slipped into a temporary coma, which basically meant he could stay in the coma for as little as a few days, or as long as a year. The doctors were all really nice about my protective side over Tyler. They were really sweet and gave me a cot to sleep on.

It has been a month and a bit since Tyler had woken up. After he got moved to LA I started talking to him, regardless of whether he could hear or not.

"Tilly, I want you to know that I will stay here as long as you stay here. I hope you wake up soon, but take your time. I really miss your genuine laugh, your scent, your eyes, your everything." I said.

"Just squeeze my hand Ty. Anything hurts less than the quiet."

Nothing.

Not like I had expected something to actually happen.

Everyday I would sit there, holding his hand and talking. Even though he wasn't talking or laughing, I could imagine it. I could imagine him laughing at my jokes.

My imagination wasn't enough.

///time skip 2 weeks///
Tyler still hadn't woken up. I had only showered twice in the past two weeks and probably looked and smelt like shit.

I hadn't left his side at all, unless Jackie came or I was using the bathroom.

*squeeze*

what?

*squeeze*

"Troye." I heard a faint whisper.

"Oh my god Tyler!"

"Troye." Tyler whispered again.

"I'll be right back I'm going to go get a nurse."

I started to leave when I felt Tyler's hand grab mine.

"Don't go."

I didn't need to ask why, there was no point. I could see the hurt in his eyes.

"Okay." I whispered.

After just sitting there for a couple minutes in silence, holding each other's hands, Tyler spoke up.

"Umm... Troye this is a weird question, but why am I in a hospital hooked up to  all of this stuff?"

Oh no.

"You had a panic attack and passed out. When you fell, you hit your head on the corner of the table and had to have surgery."

While Tyler was trying to wrap his head around things, I got a text from Zoe saying that she and Alfie would be here in about 15 minutes.

"Hey Tyler, are you okay if Zoe and Alfie come in here in about 15 minutes? You don't have to say yes."

"Who are Alfie and Zoe?"

Oh no.

"I'm gonna go get a nurse, Tilly."

I walked outside and called for a nurse. When she came in she showed me where a buzzer was so I could buzz them if I needed anything.

I told her how he couldn't remember two of his closest friends, but he could remember me.

"What he's going through is memory loss. He will only remember people who were close family, and people who he was dating. He will only remember the people he was dating, if he thought a lot about them."

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. Wow. I didn't know Tyler thought about me a lot. I DEFINITELY thought about him a lot.

I looked over at Tyler but he was trying to hide his face too.

"Anyways, he will be released from the hospital tomorrow after we do one final check. And if its possible, stay with him until he regains all his memory."

I looked over at Tyler and made eye contact with him.

Without breaking eye contact, I answered.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

A/N:
Sorry for the short chapter! As I said a couple chapters back, I'm going to make it be Troye's POV for the next couple chapters. I am going to keep it like that for the next chapter and then do Tyler and Troye's POV. I hope this is alright with y'all! Heads up, there's drama ahead!!!

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