The Road to....Somewhere???

Only I Would Be Doing That

Logan's p.o.v.

Ashley lied to me.

She quickly changed her story when confronted, but the fact was, she lied. Trying to keep a positive attitude, I let it slide. I wasn't one for drama, or overreacting to things. That was for children. So, I sucked it up, and asked her to meet me at the park for lunch. 

Ten minutes later, she still hadn't made it to meet me. By this point, I am beyond words. The mall was only a five minute drive, tops. Where in the hell is she? My mind begins taking me to places I don't want it to go.

I was supposed to trust her, but at this moment, it was very difficult. She had lied to me about being at work, and now, she wasn't showing up. The worry that I would normally have felt was being overshadowed by anger. Ten minutes, 6 phone calls, and 2 texts later, I said fuck it, and went back to work. This is not how my afternoon was supposed to go.

Telling Ash I couldn't make lunch had only been me trying to surprise her. She was always doing sweet things for me, and I was trying to do the same for her. It had backfired terribly, and I was feeling nothing but hurt. Foolish may be a better term to use. I couldn't fathom why she was acting this way. Not answering her phone? She never once didn't answer her phone when I called. Even if she was asleep, she was always there.

'So why are you doubting her now?' That little voice in the back of my mind asked me.

Damn, it had a point. Coming to my senses I was suddenly extremely worried. Calling her once more, and not receiving an answer, getting out of here is the only option. Less than an hour had passed since her last text. I figured the\at I would start at the mall. Not sure what I was looking for, I just couldn't sit around and do nothing.

The sight that was encountered not ten minutes later had me gasping for breath. Driving around the mall, I located Ash's truck, right down from police cars, and yellow tape. This couldn't have anything to do with her, could it? Trying to calm myself, I found a park, and ran over to an officer.

"What happened here?" I asked him.

"Why?" Raising an eyebrow, believing me to be a nosy onlooker, I was assuming.

"My girlfriend was here a while ago, and was supposed to meet me, but never showed up. Her truck is parked right over there." Pointing at the truck, his eyes followed.

"What's her name?"

"Ashley Ryan."

"I hate being the one to tell you this, but Ms. Ryan was hit by a car here about an hour ago. It seems she ran out in front of a vehicle, and it didn't have time to stop. She was taken to Regional Medical."

"Thank you." The tears were pouring now, making it hard to see while running back to the car. Every terrible thing that could be thought was going through my head. The most prominent, of course, was Ashley being dead. Shaking my head, I couldn't think that way. She couldn't die. That just couldn't happen. Not now. I had just found her.

Before I knew it, the hospital was in view. Bolting out of the car, I made it in the building in record time. 

"My girlfriend was brought in here earlier. She was hit by a car." I was freaking out. I barely understood my own words.

"Ma'am. Calm down. Please. What's the name of the patient?" The woman was keeping a calm demeanor, causing my breathing to ease a bit.

"Ashley Ryan." After a moment typing on the computer, she had some information.

"She's in surgery. If you'll go to the fifth floor, there is a waiting room, right off the elevator. Go to the nurses desk, and let them know who you are there for, and they can keep you informed."

"Thank you." I said while walking off, looking for the elevators.

The waiting room was empty when I made it to the fifth floor. Finding the nurse's station, I told them who I was there for. They didn't have any information for me, but said they would keep me updated. There was a phone in the waiting room that I was to answer if it rang. It would probably be the doctor with information.

Sitting in the small chair lined room, my thoughts began to wander. Though it had only been a month since we had met, I felt closer to Ashley than I had any other person on the planet. What was I going to do if I couldn't see her face everyday? Hear her voice? My heart hurt something awful.

"Miss?" A gentle voice rang in my ear. Opening my eyes, I realize I must have dozed off. Berating myself for sleeping when my love could be dying, I looked at the source of the voice. I glanced at my watch. Five hours had passed, and it was now 6. "Are you waiting for news on Ms. Ryan? Are you Logan Kelley? " 

"Yes." What else could I say? I was scared to death, waiting to hear the worst. 

"You can see her, if you'd like. She has been asking about you." At these words, the dam broke. She was asking for me, which meant she was awake. She was ok. She was alive. The nurse simply stood and waited patiently. After gaining control of myself, we were on our way to see Ashley. 

Relief washed over me when I walked through the door to her room. Another wave of tears came on. I couldn't even speak as I walked up to the bed, for crying so hard. 

"Baby. What's wrong?" Ashley reached for my hand, and I gladly accepted the physical contact with her. I still couldn't speak. I know I was looking like a crazy woman, but it couldn't be helped. The awful breaking my heart had done earlier was quickly mending, by her mere presence, and this just made me cry all the harder. Pulling a chair next to the bed, I just sat, put her hand to my face, and cried.

 She just patiently waited. Softly telling me it was ok, trying to reassure me. I felt like such an idiot. When I was finally composed enough to speak, it came out all wrong.

"What in the hell were you doing? How did this happen? You had me scared to death."

"I'm sorry." She looked on the verge of tears. She is in a hospital, hurt, and I'm yelling at her. What kind of person am I?

"No, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I have been so worried. I was so pissed when you didn't meet me. I had some very bad thoughts running through my head. Since I found out what happened, all I could do was think the worst. I was scared you would die." A new wave of tears came. I have to stop this. 

"I am sorry. I had just finished texting you, and I was so excited to be seeing you. I left the mall, and started to run across the parking lot, trying to hurry. I wasn't paying attention. It's not that bad, really. The car wasn't going all that fast. My leg is broke, and they had to do surgery to set it back. It was pretty bad. I have a 4 broke ribs, and a concussion. I'm going to be fine. It is just going to take awhile to heal is all."

"Not paying attention because you were excited to see me, huh? That is so sweet. So, what can I do for you? Do you need anything?"

"For you to love me. That's all."

"I do. I love you very much." I stood up, and very carefully kissed her. Her face was scratched up pretty bad, and I saw bruises everywhere I looked. It looked a lot worse than just a few broken bones. I guess the doctors know better than me, though.

"I am also going to need a lot of help. You just moved in, and I know you didn't sign up for having to help me. I was thinking I would hire a nurse, to help....." I cut her off right there.

"No way are you hiring a nurse." There was no way in hell some woman was going to be waiting on her hand and foot, and doing other things I didn't want to think about.

Only I would be doing that.