Serendipity

Chapter 25

Carmen

I knew he was going to fall asleep, but I didn't think it would be that fast.

Literally, two minutes, I counted, two minutes and he was out.

I started a timer, waited a few minutes, and then left the room.

"Well?" Blake asks.

"He's out cold." I shrug.

"Should I call his Mom?" Blake asks.

I hesitate.

I've never met her, nor have I spoken to her, but I'm dating her son, and I don't want Tyler to go into a coma. He can sleep. I'm going to make sure of it.

"Carmen, just to let you know, the media knows you're alive and well." Shaun says. "You and I got spotted."

I shrug. "It was bound to happen." I look at Blake. "I don't know. She should know, but is Tyler going to get mad at you if you tell her?"

"Well, he'll get mad at me..." he hesitates. "But he won't get mad at you."

I cringe.

"I've never even met her, Blake."

"Well, her son is, he's going into a coma on Wednesday. She's going to be sick with worry when he doesn't answer the phone for a month and a half." He says. "And his family is going to go through the same thing all of us did with you."

I nod, sighing.

"Okay. Do you have her number?"

"Uh, no." he says. "I used to, but she changed it during the time you were away and I never got around to getting it from Tyler."

"Then we can wait until he wakes up and I'll make him call her." I shrug.

"Ty is stubborn." Blake says.

"I know." I shrug.

"He's not going to listen." He says.

"Then I'll find her myself, but for now, I'll hope Tyler will tell her."

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The next day, at three in the afternoon, Tyler is still asleep.

He's been sleeping for twenty one hours.

I put him to sleep at six last night. I've gone in to check on him multiple times. He's perfectly fine, just tired. Everyone went home last night and then came back.

"Maybe you should rouse him?" Mom asks.

"No. He's sleeping until his body wakes him up. He needs to sleep, Mom."

"Alright, you're right, just, I'm worried. Are you sure he's still..." she hesitates.

"Alive?" I ask. "Yes. He's alive."

I hear footsteps, and we're all quiet, and Tyler walks into the living room, wearing his jeans from yesterday only.

He looks better. He looks so much better. He's rubbing his eyes.

"How long was I out?" he mumbles. "At least an hour?" he looks hopeful for an hour.

"Twenty one hours." I say.

He sighs. "Be serious." He mumbles, sitting down next to me. My laptop is on my lap and I was scrolling through Tumblr.

"You fell asleep at six last night, it's three."

He grabs my laptop and peers at the time, rubbing his eyes a couple times.

"Holy shit." He mutters, wrapping his arms around my waist.