limerence ; wes tucker

eleven

they say it's better safe than sorry, but i'm only sorry that you were with me when i wasn't safe.

On impact, the truck instantly made Vanessa and Wes's car slide down the road. Wes hovered over Vanessa, trying to shield her from the miscellaneous glass shards flying everywhere. It worked for the most part, and when the car flipped twice and the police rushed to help them out, Vanessa could feel a body laying on hers; Wes's body.

The police eventually dragged them both out of the car, and she had some cuts here and there, but nothing broken. She looked over to Wes, who was laid out on the pavement with a dozen paramedics and firefighters around him. She scrambled to her feet and ran over to them.

"What's happening? Is he okay?" She asked, tears filling her eyes almost instantly.

One of the paramedics looked up, "He's not breathing, we need to get him to the ER immediately." They pulled up a gurney, placing him into it before putting him on the ambulance. Vanessa stood in shock, asking to sit in the back with him as they went to the hospital. They agreed and she climbed into the back, sitting next to Wes and holding his limp hand.

"Please don't leave me." She whispered, praying that somehow Wes could hear her.

As the ambulance neared the emergency room, Nessa found herself losing hope. That was a bad habit she had developed; always expecting the worst. Wes would usually tell her to be positive and that it would work out, but he couldn't. He couldn't do anything and that's why it hurt her so much. She felt like it was her fault; if she had of been paying attention, maybe they wouldn't have gotten hit. Maybe Wes would be breathing.

The doctors told her to leave the room so they could run tests on him and hook him up to some IVs, and although she complied she felt as though she was betraying Wes and leaving him.

As she sat in the waiting room, she looked at pictures they'd taken the previous summer, and she found herself wishing she could go back to then.

'Everything was so much easier then.' She remembered the night that her and Wes laid underneath the stars and laughed about what their futures may hold. She thought about how they held hands and repeatedly said that nothing mattered, because to them, nothing did.

"Wes, what if something happens to me?" She asked quietly, looking into his half closed eyes.

"I can't think about that; thinking about life without you hurts me too much." He whispered, afraid his words would break. It was true, Wes didn't know where he would be if he didn't have her. She gave him a sense of security and knowing that he would at least always have her. And she got the same thing from him.

As she stared at the white walls in the hospital, she could feel her throat developing a lump. She usually didn't cry in public, and it didn't help that the receptionist at the front desk wouldn't stop offering her tissues.

She tried to scroll through her phone, think that would be a good distraction. She'd already texted everyone ten minutes earlier saying what happened, where she was, and to come to the hospital if they could. She'd gotten two replies; one from Cody and the other from Sam. They said they would be there soon. While she stared blankly at the texts, she saw Cody's Jeep in the parking lot and felt a sense of relief as he parked and found his way into the waiting room with her.

Over the next twenty minutes, Cody, Sam, and Dakota have all shown up. She wasn't really sure why Dakota was there, but he and Wes used to be best friends. After ten agonizing minutes of them conversing about Wes and what may happen, the doctor came out and sighed heavily.

"Ma'am, would you like for me to take you and tell you separately?" He looked at her seriously. She threatened to let yes slip from her lips, but she immediately regretted it and shook her head.

"No, they're like his family too." The doctor just nodded, putting his hand on Nessa's shoulder in a comforting way.

"It's been hard to find a pulse in him, and we think he may be in comatose. Would you like to come in and talk to him? Only one at a time." They all nodded, so one after the other, his friends went in and said what they felt they needed to to wake him up.

Vanessa went in last, and when she did, she looked at him longingly, running her hand on his chest.

"Wes, baby, if you can hear me, which i know you can, just please wake up. You're my fighter, I know you can do this." Her eyes threatened to spill.

She stayed in there for an hour, talking to him and crying in hope that she could produce a miracle.

Once she had to leave for the night, she went home with Cody. She figured if she went to her actual house, she wouldn't have any distraction because she would be alone.

As they sat on Cody's bed that night, they talked about Wes and if he would be okay, and Cody spoke about his ex girlfriend and how this wasn't the best time for something like this. Truth be told, it was never a good time for stuff like this.

They spent a lot of time sitting in silence, Cody on his phone and Vanessa laying down watching TV.

Cody was comforting her. When she would cry, he hugged her and held her until she wasn't crying anymore.

The night went on, and it was about midnight. The pair laid on Cody's bed, Vanessa somewhat intoxicated from attempting to take the pain away. Cody wouldn't let her though.

As they lay there, she looked over at the boy.

"Cody?" She whispered, and he turned to look at her.

"Hm?" He hummed, smiling at her.

"Thank you." She bit her lip, leaning in and pressing their lips together.

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okay i kno i been dead. i'm sorry. so much has been happening to me. if you ever wanna talk, dm me on twitter @/rationalcollins . i love you guys a lot and i will be better.