I Love You (Book2)

PROLOGUE

I heard voices. Yeah, that's what I heard.

I saw a bright light straight in my face. I groaned and slowly opened my eyes.

I blinked various times to get used to this new setting. When I did I slowly looked around and noticed I was in a hospital bed.

"HELP!!" I called hoping someone would listen.

A few seconds later a nurse walked in the room along with a doctor. "Mr. Carter, good to have you back," the doctor greeted sitting down.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" She said ignoring my question.

"Um, sure," I said nodding.

"What day is it?"

"Um Friday, I don't know," I shrugged.

"What month is it?"

"It's August," I answered.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 19," I replied.

"How many siblings do you have?"

"A sister," I answered.

"Who is Beyoncé Knowles?"

"My girlfriend," I replied confused.

"What is the last thing you remember doing?"

"Bey, Dash and I were going to pick up some pizza," I explained.

"Are you aware of what happened after?" She asked and I shook my head as the nurse just checked my heartbeat and stuff.

"You were in a fatal car crash. You have been in a coma for a month. It's September," she explained.

"What? Where's Beyoncé? Is she ok?" I asked sitting up.

"She broke an arm but she had her cast taken off a few days ago. She had a couple stitches on her face but other than that she is fine," the nurse spoke up.

"What about Dash?" I asked worried.

"He um.. He.. He can't walk. He is going to physical therapy as of now since he had surgery on his knee," The doctor said.

"What about the other driver?" I asked.

"He turned out to be on drugs. He was running from police. He died during his surgery," the doctor explained.

"Well am I ok?" I asked.

"You broke you right leg, you have a couple of stitches on your abdomen but other than that you are fine. We believe your coma was caused due to the head collision between you and the airbag. Yet without you probably would be dead, you are very lucky Mr. Carter," she explained.

"Thanks," I said quietly as they placed a glass of water and a small napkin with four pills.

"Now if you would excuse me," the doctor said before leaving.

"Ok so this purple one is for your headache. The red one is a painkiller for your stitches since they will stretch out a bit. Finally the blue one is a bone relaxer for your leg," the nurse explained.

"Do I take them all at once or..?"

"No, you take them one by one. I'll bring you some food in a few minutes and you have to drink the pills again at night," she explained before leaving the room.

I began drinking each pill one by one. Once I was done I looked at the bedside table and saw a ziplock bag.

"SHAWN CARTER'S PROPERTY," it read.

I pulled it onto my lap and opened it up. I began pulling everything out.

My watch.

A few coins.

My wallet.

A picture of me and Bey....

Finally at the bottom of the bag, I saw it.

The engagement ring.

I was planning to propose on graduation. I had the whole day planned out. Even mom and auntie TJ helped out.

I sighed as I twirled it around my fingers, "We were so close," I whispered.

I looked in the bag noticing a black device at the bottom. My phone.

I have to call Bey. I took it out and tried to turn it on. Only then I noticed the screen was totally cracked.

Damn it. How am I supposed to call her then!?

I sighed and threw the phone across the room. I began putting everything back in the bag and placed it on the table.

I began to feel dizzy and extremely tired after a few minutes. The pills were taking effect. I closed my eyes slowly and fell asleep almost immediately.

My mind drifted of to a world were Beyoncé and I were already married. We had children and we lived in a beautiful home in Boston.

After what felt like a few minutes I heard voices coming towards the door of the room I was in. "Dash, you ready to see uncle Shawn?" I heard the voice I fell in love with.

"Yeah," Dash, I assume, replied.

"You want me to roll you in or..?"

"I can do it BB," he said.

That's when the door opened, as did my eyes. "Beyoncé," I said smiling at the sight of her beautiful face.

"Shawn," she breathed out as she ran my way. She kissed my lips softly as I held her.

"Uncle Shawn!" Dash squealed rolling toward us.

"Wassup lil man?"

"I'm good. My mommy too. The doctor said I was real brave like you so now I use this machines before I can walk again," he said motioning to his wheelchair.

"What about my mommy?" I asked.

Once I said that Beyoncé's whole mood changed. "Shawn..."