Chapter 10- This Means War

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I woke up to Rydel opening the door to our room. Ellington and Ryland were still asleep on the floor, and Ross was next to me, my head on his chest. He was fast asleep. Rydel saw I was awake and made her way to me to show me the note Rocky and Riker left on the door.

"Band Meeting-  

3pm. We need to talk.  

-Riker"

Rydel was on her phone already. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked.

"Texting Riker. They're not in the apartment or the studio. I checked already. They got dressed and left."

"That's strange. Should we do the band meeting?"

"No doubt it's about the contract again, but whatever. We're going. As a team."

"Alright." We were silent. It amazed me how everyone in the room chose me over a big name record company. It was insane. Ross got up when I stirred, and he smiled at me as I wrestled myself out of his arms. He pulled me tighter into his chest and I gave up. "Ross. I need to get up."

"Why?" His voice was raspy.

"I just need to. Come on." He let go and I got up. I sat at the breakfast table as Rydel made waffles. Soon after I sat down, Ryland came out of the room, and sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.

"What are we going to do with the contract?" He asked.

"I'm contemplating burning it and grilling hot dogs." I mused sarcastically. His eyes got wide.

"What DID we do to the contract?" He looked around. The table where it was the night before was clear, and it wasn't in plain view. I got up and checked Rocky and Riker's room, and it wasn't there.

"You don't think-" I started.

"Not a doubt in my mind." Ryland followed me out the door as I grabbed my keys. We're going to Capitol Records, ASAP."

"SARAH CALM DOWN!" Ryland cried from the passenger side. I floored the gas pedal, and almost didn't notice the traffic light ahead. Until it was too late.

Cars from both sides hit us.The glass from was shattered into my arm, and the it was all over Ryland's back. The airbag threatened to suffocate me as it pressed me firmly to my seat, suffocating my lungs. Ryland fought it as he wrapped both of his arms around me carefully shielding me from the cracked glass that was to fall at any minute. The glass shattered, and rained all over him, and because of his death grip around my body, all I could feel were the extra shards sliding down one of my arms. I knew I would be okay, but it was Ryland I was worried about, who was covered in glass from the windshield and the windows. His face was inches from mine, and I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks, weak, but existent. Both of the cars had enough sense to slow down, but despite the precaution, they were being helped out of their cars as well. As the medics pulled them out, I noticed that they had little to no injuries.

In seconds the medics were with us, breaking the car doors off and carrying Ryland away from me. His face was covered in blood, and his lip was busted. They offered me help, but Ryland took most of the damage. I could make my way to his stretcher with only a limp. The medics kept me away from him, but I insisted.

"Let her go. What's the harm? She's in stable condition." The head medic countered. I relaxed on the bench inside, but they kept me from being anywhere near Ryland before we left the scene. I stood just close enough to him so I could see and hear him breathe. They pushed me out of the way, and made me watch him as they pulled the glass out of my arm and bandaged it. They pulled everything out one by one, and I winced with every shard. I watched intently as the boy who was talking to me only ten minutes ago struggled to breathe. Glass was everywhere, and the tubes running in and out of his arms were countless. They put a mask on his head, and his body went limp as he fell asleep. Plugging him into a heart monitor, a steady beeping filled the room. Turning on a light, they slowly began pulling glass out, and something within me knew that this was all my fault. In the light, I could see the gashes and scrapes clearly for the first time It made me sick to my stomach, but I had to stay strong. He wouldn't be here if I wasn't in the car. He wouldn't be like this if he hadn't saved me.

While I was daydreaming, they had pulled out the last shard that they could see and arrived at the hospital. Following the directions of the medics, I traveled halfway across the hospital to a room, and watched TV as I waited. People passed the room, and with every person that passed, I prayed that it would be Ryland. The shorter he's in the surgical room the better, right? It was almost an hour before he was placed in the room, half asleep and bandaged all over his back and on his arms. The medics nodded to me, and left.

"Ryland?" I asked. He didn't answer. I could see him breathing, but the gas they put him on must be just wearing off. After watching Ryland for a bit, I remembered that I hadn't told Ross anything. I pulled out my phone and texted Ross. It had been a whole two hours since I left, and for all he knew I was still out looking for Riker and Rocky. I was glued to my phone, waiting for an answer, when a weak voice called my name. Ryland called to me, and I rushed to his bedside. "Yes? Ryland it's Sarah. I'm here." The corners of his mouth twitched upward. "Are you okay?" He gave a slight nod.

"Are you..." He trailed off. It took everything I had to tell what he was saying.

"Yes, I'm fine. You're gonna be okay. I texted Ross and he's on his way with Rydel. Everything's okay."

"Sar-" He trailed off again.

"I'm listening."

"I tried to..save..you.... It didn't...work...did it?" Still it took everything to understand him.

"It did. I'm alive."

"But-" He trailed off, but never finished. His breathing steadied, and he was asleep in seconds.

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