thief // chandler riggs

chapter four

Police sirens and flashing lights go everywhere. My head pounds as soon as I attempt to move it. I can't, I'm stuck in my seat, by my seat belt. I feel multiple trickles of blood sliding down my face, as I see Chandler. He's strapped in his seat, unconscious. Blood falls from the gash in his face. My mind races, I start shaking his arm, desperately trying to wake him up.

"C-Chandler!" I violently cry.

Policemen try to rip open the door, as I keep crying. Blood everywhere, glass shattered. I soon black out.

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My eyes slowly open, ears soon followed by a slow beeping. My head's facing the window, looks like it's dawn. I'm in a hospital bed, with my head still pounding. A doctor with a clipboard soon comes in.

"Carly Henderson," he says, flipping through papers.

I attempt to sit up, my head starts to hurt like crazy. The doctor widens his eyes and makes me lay back down.

"You've hit your head pretty hard. You have a bruise on your head, a couple deep cuts and scratches. You may have to stay for a few days," he reports.

"Your parents are willing to see you in the morning."

"Is it still night?" I ask, looking out the window. It feels like the same night I got in the accident.

"You slept for a day."

My heart drops, all of the pictures of Chandler flash through my head. Did he survive? I just want to see him, I'm scared.

"Where's Chandler?" I ask.

"Ah, yes, the young boy. I'm afraid he's not open to visits," the doctor sternly says. I read his name tag, Dr. Isaacs.

"I have to see him," I suddenly panic.

"You can't do that," he glares.

"No," I say, getting up from the bed, ignoring the pain, "I have to see him!"

I weakly push him out of the way, making my way down the hallway. I limp to the front desk, asking the lady.

"Chandler Riggs?" I say.

"He's not open to visits," she replies, Dr. Isaacs behind her.

I roll my eyes, and he walks away. The lady soon whispers in my ear, "but if you'd like to look at him, floor 183, room 58."

I smile in relief, my head still aching. I walk to the elevator, pushing the button. The door soon opens and I press floor 183. It's only a few floors up from here.

Ding.

I rush out of the elevator, glancing all around. It looks exactly the same as my floor. Except, the sign reads, Coma and Surgery.

I walk past rooms with sick, sleeping and unconscious people. What if this is Chandler? I can feel my hands getting sweaty and breathing getting faster. I pass the front desk, hearing the elevator open. I don't bother to see who it is.

Room 58.

This is a huge room. The door is locked, and there's only a window. I am horrified to see that Chandler laying there, with a breathing mask on and sleeping. My eyes water up, wanting him to wake up. I pound on the glass, crying.

"Chandler! Wake up!"

I know he can't hear me. I just want him awake. I sit on the sofa chair with my cold fists. I'm so mad at myself. This is my fault.

I feel myself drifting off to sleep. Ignoring my massive headache, I almost fall asleep. Suddenly, I hear tiny groans coming from Chandler's room. I immediately sit up, and watch him. His hands start to move, making fists. Then, his blue eyes open, meeting mine.

"He's awake!" I shout, getting nurses attention. They come to the window, unlocking the door.

"Chandler isn't in a coma," a nurse says through a walkie talkie.

"What is it then?" a man's voice replies, muffled through the little device.

A doctor check Chandler's heart beat. I walk into the room, as he regains his consciousness. They take the mask off of him, he meets eyes with me.

"Patient in room one having a seizure!" a nurse shouts, not having enough nurses at this hour. They all rush out, leaving Chandler and I.

I nervously approach him. He looks at me, I can't help but smile. I've never been so happy.

"Hi, Chandler," I say.

"What?" his voice cracks. Maybe he can't hear me, and he just woke up.

"I said, hi."

"Who the fuck is Chandler?" he asks, sitting up.

"Uhh, you," I reply.

"You? Wait, who are you?" Chandler asks, confusing me.

"Carly, Carly Henderson. Remember?" I ask.

"Carly? Who are you?" he asks.

"I just told you," I say, noticing the blood on his bandage placed on his forehead.

"Where am I? What happened?" he questions, sitting up.

I hear cries from the hallway, coming closer. They come to the door. The long blonde hair, smeared eyeliner, comes crying in the room. Her eyes are red and puffy.

"Chandler! Are you okay?" Brianna asks, hugging him.

"What? I don't know this Chandler guy you're talking about!" he says, slightly raising his voice.

"Babe, I love you," she says, then glaring at me.

"Huh? I don't even know you," he squints at Brianna.

"It's me. Brianna?" she mutters.

"I don't know Brianna."

"So, you're saying, you don't know me?"

"I barely know your name," Chandler whispers. I see tears form in her eyes.

"What the fuck did you do to him?!" she snaps at me.

"Nothing! We were at a party the other night and got in an accident!" I argue, wanting to hit her so badly.

"Well, he doesn't seem to remember me!" she yells, walking out of the room. I feel tears leave my eyes. I glance at Chandler, he just looks at me. I look down at my hospital clothing.

A few minutes later, the doctor walks in. He sighs, and takes a good look at Chandler. He talks to him for awhile.

"It's confirmed that Chandler has amnesia."

The doctor walks out of the room, as Brianna already left. I sit there, in awkward silence.

"Can you tell me who Brianna is?" he asks, innocently.

"Um, she's just this one girl who likes you, a lot," I reply.

"And you are?"

Just then, I get the craziest thought in my head. The most sinister idea I've ever had. I smile to him. This is the best day ever.

"I'm your girlfriend."