Doing It Wrong. (A Dylan Hyde Fanfiction) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 11

*Natalie's POV*

I'm not exactly sure what time it is, or why I've been out for so long. Oh wait, now I remember. Wow, I feel like I've been beaten by bricks or something. Well nearly getting hit by a car is the same thing. There were cuts on my arms from the windshield shattering. I attempted to sit up, only making it about halfway. My back was killing me. I rubbed my temples, unsure of what to do next. What could I do? I felt like complete shit. Everything in me prayed that Dylan was doing so much better, but even I couldn't fool myself. I could pray forever and ever but I know what had happened. Dylan had to have worse injuries than me. I sat up in my hospital bed, as stressed as ever. When I really think about it, I hadn't known Dylan as well as I thought I did. He claimed he was saving me from danger, but to me it just seemed like he was the one I needed saving from. Things have been so shady the past few weeks. My mother dies, and right away I was taken away from the alluring blonde haired boy that I knew nothing almost about. I needed a second to take this all in. I still had no clue why I was where I was, or what Dylan was "protecting" me from. After all of this went through my mind, I still had to remember, Dylan was the one who saved me. If it wasn't for him pushing me out of the way, I could've ended up much worse. Maybe even dead. I shuddered at the thought. There was no doubt in my distressed mind that I felt something for him. The thing is, I had absolutely no idea what that something was. At moments it was pure lust, and others it was distrust, and maybe even hatred. I reached over and pressed the call button for the nurse without hesitating. Shit. I had forgotten about the previous incident. What if I got the same nurse? And what if she was even bitchier this time around. I crossed my fingers as the door opened. Thankfully, a tall, dark haired woman walked in. "Hi sweetie, you called?" I nodded my head. "Yeah, I was wondering how long I was going to be in here. You see, there's someone else that was admitted to the hospital with me, and I need to see him." She furrowed her eyebrow and looked like she was in thought. "What's their name, dear? I can definitely see what I can do." I smiled a bit and looked at her. "His name's, Dylan. Dylan Hyde? Does that ring any bells?" I looked at her with eyes full of hope. "She looked down at the clipboard she was holding and looked through some papers. She looked at me with a worried look in her eyes. My stomach was twisted into a million knots. "Honey, he's been in a coma since he got here." Tears welled in my eyes. I looked down at the floor. This was my fault. This was all my fault.