Tallie

Chapter 2

Third person P.O.V

CRAAAAAAAAAASH!!

A drunk driver was speeding toward the red light, and the truck rammed into the back of Trey's car. The wind was knocked out of him as the steering wheel hit his chest, and his head and pounded against the dashboard, and he blacked out.

Trey P.O.V

I felt the wind knocked out of me, and I panicked, my head rushing toward the dashboard at the sudden force. The last thing I saw was Allie's beautiful face pictured in my mind, then I blacked out.

Allie P.O.V ~And le time skip. To about 9:00 pm

I was sitting on my bed, wrapped in my favorite blanket, in my pjs and fuzzy socks, trying to get ahold of Trey. I thought he would probably text back, I thought sadly, but it is late, so he might be asleep. Just then my phone buzzed and a text popped up. It was from Trey! Conversation:

A: Hey Trey! I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and surf tomorrow?

T: Who is this?

A: Allie? You just talked to me today!

T: Hello, this is Trey's father, I have his phone. You are a friend yes?

A: Yeah

T: Trey has been in a terrible accident on the way home from the beach, and he is in the hospital. If you want to visit him, here's the address. /hospital address inserted/

A: Oh my gosh! I'll be right there!

Trey is hurt?! I quickly get on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and my converse, grabbed my small purse. Rushing down the stairs and through the kitchen,I quickly told my mother where I was going before I left. Sweat dripped from my worried face. Please don't die! I thought, wait? I just met him today! Have I already got feelings for him? I smiled, he is really nice, even when he didn't know me, but he comforted me anyway. I finally arrived at the hospital and I speed walked up to the lady at the desk.

"I'm here to see Trey?" I asked quickly, The lady smiled, "Ah, Trey's friend. His father told me you were coming. He is in room 202 on the second floor," I nodded with a quick "Thank you," before again speed walking to the elevator and I rapidly pushed the "two" button. It dinged and went agonizingly slow. Finally, the doors pushed open revealing floor two, and I rushed quietly down the long hall. 198, 199, 200, 201, 202! I knocked quietly and a man that looked to be in his 50's opened the door. "Hello, are you Allie?" "That's me," "I'm Trey's father, you can call me Mr.Beckett. Come on in, Trey is still asleep, but he might wake up soon. I smiled at the thought of seeing his handsome face and I walked in. I froze. There were cuts and bruises all over his arms and head, white gauze was wrapped around his forehead. "Oh Trey," I whispered, sitting in a chair next to the small hospital bed. As I stoked his hair comfortingly, his eyes flickered open and he squinted at the sudden light. "Where a-am I?" "You're in the hospital," I answered softly. "Do you remember me?" He smiled and chuckled softly. "How could I forget you Allie?" I smiled too, "How are you feeling?" I asked, curious. I wanted to know how much pain he was in, so I could help. As he shifted so he could face me more, he grunted at the the movement. "Meh, been better,"

We talked and talked, getting to know one another better. Trey's dad left him with me so he could go get Trey some food from the hospital cafeteria. As his dad pushed the door open, he closed the door with his foot, the tray of food in his hands. "Hungry son?" His dad said, bringing the tray of, something that looked like chicken soup, and mashed potatoes and green beans on the side. "Starving" He replied, grunting again as he tried to sit up. "Careful, or you'll open the stitches,"Mr.Beckett warned. "Stitches?" I questioned. All the cuts I saw were minor, and didn't look as if they needed stitches. "Yeah" Trey said, sitting up a bit more he pulled up his shirt (In this hospital, they have white shirts and pants instead of the weird gowns) to reveal his abs, oh gosh, But obviously that easy the reason he did so. There was a huge gash, stitched up and covered with gauze, but I could tell it was a gash from the blood seeping through. "Oh Trey!" I whispered, nearly crying. Why was I getting so emotional? Had I really gotten close to him just by that long talk we just had? A couple tears spilled from my eyes as I stood up and hugged Trey, but not too tight. He let his shirt fall back down and he hugged me back, my sweatshirt balled in his fists as he cried softly on my shoulder. "Am-Am I going to d-die?" It took all of my will power for my voice not to shake as I said, "No, you're going to live, even if I have to spoon feed you," He chuckled softly and I felt the vibration and a shiver went down my spine. (It's not like she's scared or anything, I just don't know how else to describe it) We pulled apart and I cupped his cheek in my hand. (btw during all that, Trey's dad had set the tray down and left the room, because he thought they needed to be alone or something) "

"You're going to be alright." I whispered.