Keep from getting burned

Broken dreams

(Ricky's P.O.V)

Ricky's eyes widened, and his heart sank. In the hospital? This could mean only one thing. Hailey had told him she could possibly die if she were to consume even a small amount of strong alcohol. He looked back at his mother with sad eyes, before grabbing her keys from her.

Seeing that the bomber was in the middle of the road, he started his mothers white 50s beetle, climbing in. He pushed on the peddle, getting it out on the dirt road, before whirling around the brown bomber on the dirt road.

His eyes filled with tears, him knowing he fucked up for the 2nd time with her. He could have stopped her knowing what he did. But no, he sat there, thinking about his own sake instead of his old friend that basically walked in to a death trap in front of his eyes.

Right now, all he could think of was seeing his old friend. He didn't care what happened anymore.

He stopped, as wests 6 year old daughter ran in to the road, Mary, his wife running to retrieve her. He slammed his head on the top of the beetle, cursing loudly. He was in no shape to even be driving at this point. But he was determined to see her and make sure she was okay.

After the incident, he went a little slower.  He managed to make it in to town, where the town hospital was, him sighing in relief from making it to his destination without running anyone over.

He noticed Mr. Edwards car parked up front, him slowly turning through the couple cars and parking beside it. He opened the door, jumping out of the car and power walking toward the door.

"Hailey Edwards." The lady looked up at him, pointing down the hall, where he tripped over his feet to get to her room. He looked back and fourth through the windows, before falling to the ground in tears.

He couldn't believe she did it. He could've been a better friend to her. He admitted he loved her. It hurt him to know she was in enough pain to put her life at risk. All of it bothered him.

Someone put a hand on his shoulder, him looking up to see Mr. Edwards.

"Hey Ricky. How are you doing?"

Ricky looked up, giving him a weary smile before wiping his eyes and rising to his feet.

"I should be asking you that... How is she?"

Mr Edwards smile faded, him motioning for Ricky to follow. Their feet pattered on the tile, tell they came to a brass door in which Mr. Edwards opened and Peered in.

Ricky took slow gentle steps, peeking in to the room to see her soundly asleep, a tube down her throat. Her face was tear stained, just like before, but she looked beautiful as ever. He sat at the edge of her bed. He was about to say something, when her eyes opened.

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SO FUCKING BITTERSWEET

Song: iris cover by sleeping with sirens