Angel Next Door

Hospital

You can't read the article. You just can't, if you read it then your going to really lose it.

Shaky fingers dial Evan's number; which goes straight to voicemail. Panic starts to creep in, horrible scenarios begin to play through your mind.

Finally having sat through the awful images of standing by Evan's graveside, I quickly scan the article for the name of the hospital they rushed Evan to.

Once I'm sure I've packed all I'll need, I quickly head for the airport.

*Back in LA*

The very bored looking nurse gives me a minor glance then goes back to her paperwork, glancing at the clock tells me that I've been sitting here-ignored-for almost thirty minutes now.

After about ten more agonizing minutes the nurse actually calls for me to come to the desk.
"Room 400 end of the hall." Happy with her directions, she waves me away like a bad smell.

"Well I'm down a few limbs but other than that-no mom calm down it was a joke. Yes it was a bad one I'm sorry." The sound of his voice makes me weak with relief. "No mom. I promise I'm alright. Very lucky, only a broken leg and some cuts with bruises."

I sneak a peek around the doorframe. Once over the shock of his new shorter-dark hair, I take in his injuries; like he said, cuts and bruises cover a lot of his face, his arms, along with his hands, his left leg is bound in a cast from hip to ankle.

"Have you seen her?" His question snaps my attention back to his face which holds a frown, "mom I really screwed up with her. She probably hates me now. Yes I'm gonna try to call her again. Ok love you too. Bye."

His eyes are trained on his hands in his lap when I approach his bed, "I don't hate you. I never could." Upon hearing my voice his head jerks towards me. "You're here. Baby I-" I wrap my arms around him gently making sure not to hurt him, but his arms squeeze me in a bear hug.

My emotions get the better of me as I sob into his neck. He pulls me impossibly closer placing soft kisses against my cheek and neck.

Minutes tick by as we just hold each other.

"Your hair is different." I whisper into his ear once I'm finally able to calm down enough to speak.
"It was for a role but I kinda like it. What do you think?" He whispers back into my neck making me shiver slightly.
"I like it."

*Later That Night*

"I pulled out at a light, next thing I knew I had pain shooting up my leg. The other guy was the drunk one not me. The tabloids ran with the rumor that I had gotten hammered, crashed my car into some other guys car then fled the scene."
"I didn't-couldn't read the article. I saw the headline...." Tears cloud my vision. "Evan I love you. I'm so in love with you, so much so that the thought of being without you-I can't breath. The thought of losing you-" I break off with a sniffle as he caresses my cheek.

"Baby I'm so unbelievably sorry. How ca-" he's interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Mr. Peters?" The door opens to reveal an attractive- 6 foot man with shaggy black hair, green eyes and a million dollar smile.
"Hi Dr. Jake." The tone in Evan's voice surprises me; he sounds....jealous? Why?

That's when I realize Dr. Jake is currently grabbing an eyeful of my boobs.
"Am I ready to go home now?" Evan's temper is beginning to flare now. In an attempt to hide myself, I cross my arms over my chest but Dr. Jake's eyes never leave me; even when he is talking to Evan.

"Well, your x-rays look good-minus the broken leg. No severe head trama. I think it would be possible for you to head home now, but you come back if you start to feel anything out of the ordinary. I mean anything. Dizziness, sharp pains etc." Dr. Jake's eyes follow me as I move to sit in the chair beside Evan's bed.
"You will need someone to stay with you for a few days just to make sure we didn't miss something." Ok dude seriously-enough with the eyes! Take a damn picture it'll last longer!
"I'll stay with him. That's why I'm here." I hope Dr. Jake, or Dr. Creeper, in my opinion, got my hidden message.

"Hey I bet I can pop a wheelie." Evan jerks at the wheels of the wheelchair in a sad attempt at a wheelie while I just shake my head following behind him into the elevator.

As the doors close the last thing I see is Dr. Creeper taking in one last eyeful.

A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter. Sorry if it sucks though. 😕