But You're The One I Want (A Wesley Stromberg Fanfic)

Chapter 19: Please Be Okay

Summer's POV

Dad lifts me out of bed and supports my weight by draping my right arm over his shoulders; Drew gets up and does the same on my left. My right thigh is so sore; I hope it won't take too long to heal. I begin to hobble out of the room using my dad and Drew as make shift crutches. My mind can't help but wonder about the state that Wesley is in: why would he still be knocked out? How bad are his injuries? Is he going to have any brain dam--

"Summer? Are you okay?" Keaton starts to wave his hand in front of my face, "You kinda blanked out there. Do you need to sit down?"

"Hmm? Oh, no I'm fine. Just thinking, that's all." I reassure.

Drew and dad continue to help me walk toward Wes' bed. I guess I missed the transition from my room to his while I was thinking. I see a weak figure lying on the bed; their skin is pale and their face is sunken in.

Tears begin to brim at my eyes already, "Wes?" My throat has caught making it hard to speak; my words come out as hoarse whispers.

"You must be Summer," a lady about the same age as my mum appears in front of me.

"I am... And you are?"

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I'm Laraine, Wesley and Keaton's mother." The poor woman looks so drained, her eyes are red and bloodshot, from crying I assume, and her body language as a whole shows how much this incident has broken her on the inside.

"It's so good to finally meet you, I'm sorry about the circumstances." I look Laraine right in the eyes, and as I feel my own tears threaten to fall again, I see she is having the same problem of trying to hold back her emotions.

We stand there for only a heartbeat longer before we embrace each other in a comforting hug and fit of sobs. Laraine is the first to pull away, she grabs me by the shoulders and looks me in the eye, "There, there dear. We have to be strong, and think positive thoughts." I nod in response because I still have a knot in my throat.

"Come and sit." Laraine takes hold of my hand and begins to gently pull me towards a couple of chairs near Wes' bed, I slowly hobble behind her as I try to ignore the intense pain in my leg.

Laraine and I sit on Wesley's right side beside each other, and Keaton and Drew join us by sitting beside each other on the other side of the bed. There are a few minutes of silence of us just sitting there and hoping for the best.

"I don't even know what happened," Mrs. Stromberg announces, "I mean, I know about the crash and how that occurred; but I don't know where he was going. Do you know where he was taking you both?"

"Well, actually..." What am I going to say? I was the one who said we should go somewhere; neither of us would've been in this situation if it wasn't for me. Laraine's baby boy would still be okay, this is all my fault. "I was the one who wanted to go somewhere. I told Wes that we should go for a drive."

Laraine snaps her head towards me at such a speed I worry it's going to come clean off. "So you're the reason that my baby was in that car?" I guiltily nod. "So this is entirely your fault. You hurt my baby! Everything is your fault! He'd be fine if it weren't for you!" Laraine stands, her face as become red from raising her voice. She looks me in the eye with such fierceness; I swear she is trying to blow my head up. I don't blame her...

She points her index finger at me, "I wish you never met my boys!" then points to the door, "Get out! Get out before you hurt this family anymore!" I nod my head, I understand. I'm sure that if Laraine was a judge she would've given me a death sentence right then and there. Why wouldn't she? This is my fault, I'm better off leaving.

"Hey! That's my daughter you're talking to! This wasn't her fault! She didn't plan to get into a crash, and I think you're forgetting that she was hurt as well." My dad speaks up from across the room, oh boy. He is not going to like his little Princess being yelled at. "And another thing!--"

"Dad, stop." I cut him off. I do not need a scene right now, and there is nothing to defend, Laraine is right. I stand from my chair and carefully make my way towards him, "Let's just go. She right, I think it would be best if I left. Can you help me back to my room?" I place my hand on my dad's upper arm to try and calm him down, and to stop him from seeing red.

"But you didn't--"

"No dad, let's just go. I want to call mum anyway." I look up at my dad with pleading eyes.

"Alright."

Dad puts my right arm over his shoulders as I use him as a crutch again to make my way back to the intoxicatingly clean, white hospital room known as my own.

My dad gingerly sits me down on my bed and helps me lie back with the least amount of pain possible.

"You don't really believe that you are responsible do you?"

"Yes. If I didn't ask him to drive me anywhere, we'd be fine."

"Well, you're wrong. Get some rest and we'll talk about this later." I nod and dad gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead. I hit the button beside my bed that administers a wave of narcotics to take away the pain and help me sleep.

Boom. Chapter. Crushed it. I know Laraine is a sweet person and would never get made like she did but you have to remember on of her sons is unconcious in a hospital and just everything built up and she had to let it out some way. All shall pan out later in the story. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT! IT'S CRAZY! So many votes.... XD Thank you again xxxxxxxxx