Infamous

They are like oceans

FLASHBACK:*Rickys Pov*

The plane ride was awful.I tried to sleep but found that I was restless.Chris didn't find any comfort either.He sat staring into space.

When we arrived in Dallas we hailed a cab and made it to the hospital.

Both of us ran in,Chris almost knocking over an old women.

"I need to see my girlfriend!",I said loudly to the receptionist.

"Sir what's her name?",she asks ready to type it into the computer.

"Savannah Suicide.",I say looking around.Chris was holding the elevator.

"ICU.Sixth floor."

I ran to the elevator and pressed six.It felt like the longest minute of my life as the elevator ascended upwards.

"Do you know what ward she's in?",Chris asks.

I sigh."Intensive care."

The doors ding open and we walk out.I look around and spot Drake and Will sitting with the PTV boys and David of Breathe Carolina.

Drake stands up once he sees me.He has a bandage wrapped around his hand and some stitches along his nose.

"Ricky they got her stabilized but Hunter he-he didn't make it.",he says.

"Can I just see her?",I whisper.

I don't even know what to say.Hunter he's gone.I mean I wasn't as close to him as I was with everybody else but he was a good person.He was there for everyone if they needed somebody.

"Yeah.Room 307."

I walk down the hallway alone scanning the wall for the numbers.Its the last room on the left.

The room was cold and the lighting gave off a sickly glow.There were two beds in the room,each one divided by a sheet.

Savannah was in the second bed.She had a couple wires hooked up to her.

Her chest slowly rose up and down with the help of an oxygen mask.

There was a gash on her forehead held together by 2 staples.Scrapes and cuts lined her collarbone.I couldn't see her arms because they were tucked under the blue blanket.

I walked over and sat down in a chair that had been pulled up close to the bed.

This felt different to me.Nobody I have ever loved has ended up laying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines that we're keeping them alive.

How?How could something like this happen?Why did it happen to her?She hasn't done anything to deserve this.

I hang my head and lay it on the cold metal bar on the side of her bed.My right hand slides under the blanket and grabs her hand.

It wasn't the same hand that was soft.It was flecked with raised ridges of skin that were topped with dry scabs of blood.

The tips of her fingers were the same.She had guitarist fingers which meant thick calluses.I loved the felling of when she traced my tattoos.The sensation of the calluses dragging across my skin always gave me goosebumps.

I looked back up at her.How I wished for her eyes to open up.So I could see the beautiful blue orbs.I know she loved how blue my eyes were but hers were like oceans.They could be calm or they could be a storm.

"My sweetest darling,know that I am here.",I whisper.

Her heart monitor spikes for a moment but goes back to normal.

I find it hard to smile but I do.Just a slightest smile.

I hear the doctor talking outside.

"Permanent damages?No but long term damages yes.She'll have to wear glasses because her retina was damaged.She will also have to have some physical therapy because of her arms.There might be some more but for now that's all I can tell you.",he says.

I squeeze her hand and hang my head once more.

I would die for her.I would kill for her.Either way what bliss.

No one ever said if she would wake up.No one ever said what really happened to her.Im just putting the pieces together like the doctors did with her.

Maybe she'll wake up in the next ten minutes or an hour.Maybe not until tomorrow or next week.But I'll be here waiting.

I kiss her knuckles and lean back in the chair.

Let the waiting begin.

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