TAYLOR'S POV
"Alright guys, one more full out!" Coach called, we all groaned but got our sweaty bodies back into our positions. The music began, as did our routine. It was all going well, I got thrown up with the other flyers into the pyramid segment of our routine. My stunt group began to shake, but I trusted them not to drop me. I felt Jack grip my leg as hard as he could, it kind of hurt but it's better than falling down and smashing my face off the ground. It got to the part where I got thrown into a basket toss, it hit perfectly and I went much higher than expected. My stunt group caught me, but they must've done something wrong because I fell right through their locked arms and hit my head off the ground.
"Shit, Taylor!" my group cried, I couldn't see and I could barely hear.
"Coach! Get something for the bleeding!" Jack practically screeched, but it sounded almost inaudible to me. Wait, was I bleeding? I was numb, my head hurt like a bitch, my vision was totally gone and my hearing was nonexistent. Eventually, everything went silent and the headache stopped.
CARL'S POV
Lip and I were sitting watching a movie with Liam when I got the call.
"Hey, Taylor!" I spoke happily, going by the caller ID.
"Um, Carl? This is Jack. Taylor had an accident at cheer.." a deep male voice spoke.
"Oh, h-hey Jack. What happened?" I shook, Taylor must have the worst bad luck.
"She fell to the ground during a stunt, she's in a coma.. I'm in her hospital room now because we didn't want to leave her alone." Jack explained.
"What? A coma?!" I yelled, standing up. I felt tears coming, my chest tight.
"What? Is Taylor okay?!" Fiona and Lip exclaimed, staring at me.
"Tay?" Liam mumbled, looking up at the three of us from down on the couch.
"I'm coming to the hospital now." I stated, running to the door and hanging up on Jack.
"Wait! Carl!" I heard my family call, I ignored them. I ran out my door and ran down my street. I ran for fifteen minutes, by the time I reached the hospital I was practically having an asthma attack. I saw Taylor's coach sitting on the phone to someone, talking about Taylor. I presumed it was her parents.
"Where's Taylor?" I screamed, tears running down my cold cheeks.
"Who the fuck are you?" he exclaimed, shocked by my outburst.
"Carl. Her boyfriend. Please, what room is she in!" I sobbed, shivering and struggling to breathe. All the staff and visitors were staring at me.
"B26." her coach told me. I bolted to the elevator, after struggling to find her room I eventually got there and burst in. I saw Jack sitting by her bed on his phone. Taylor lay lifelessly on the plain bed, the only sign of life in her was the heart rate monitor beeping dangerously slowly.
"Taylor, oh my god." I sobbed, running up and sitting on the bed by her side. I heard Jack leave, and I'm glad he did because I couldn't stop crying.
"Baby. Don't leave me, please. I love you." I whispered, hugging her unconscious body.
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soft serve || carl gallagher/shameless
Fanfiction*i wrote this in 2015.. it's very bad and for some reason there are a couple missing chapters :/* [ COMPLETED ] [ © PVACHY ON WATTPAD ]
