*Troye's POV*
We were at the cold, white hospital room and thank God Tyler had opened his eyes after a few hours of being unconscious. His face was still bruised while mine had already healed, yet he still looked flawless even with scratches and bruises all over his face.
I sat at the end of his bed and we were just chatting and laughing at tumblr posts, just like we loved to spend our regular afternoons together.
A few minutes later, the nurse walked in reviewing Tyler's file.
"Okay Tyler, you should be feeling better now" She said.
"I actually am, my neck doesn't hurt anymore"
"That's great news!" She smiled. "You will be ready to go home as soon as I take your IV out"
That was great news for both of us as well, except we weren't home. We were still in Brighton.
"I'm actually from California..." Tyler said, probably wondering the same thing I was.
The nurse sighed. "In that case, you will have to wait about three more days until you can fly home"
Tyler nodded in agreement, me being my his side all the time.
Before the nurse left, he got the IV out of Tyler's arm and wrapped his hand and half of his arm in a hard cast. After that, the doctor assured us that we were ready to leave.
I kissed him as soon as we got inside the car.
"Ouch! Easy tiger, I'm ill" He giggled.
"Sorry, it's just that I've been holding it in for days! I should be mad at you, by the way."
"Oh yeah? Why is that?" He frowned, smiling.
"Because you punched Marcus although I told you what he said he would do... And uh, did."
"He said he would kill me, and mama's still alive and breathing" He laughed. "It's okay babe, really."
I smiled and he kissed me softly. We went straight to the hotel since Tyler had been saying he needed to sleep ever since we left the hospital.
He woke up after a couple hours of sleeping, and while he slept I had been thinking that me and Tyler needed to talk. I didn't exactly know what about, but I had the feeling that I needed to say something that I was feeling after all that happened.
"Tilly?" I called. He was laying on the bed on his phone, the sound of my voice made him look up to me.
"Yeah?" He replied. My mind started to quickly search for what I wanted to say, which was what I had said way too many times but felt the need to say it at least a thousand more times.
"I... I'm sorry"
He sat up on the bed and looked at me. "Babe there's nothing to be sorry about, seriously"
I sighed. "Well on a better note, I think you still look flawless"
He pecked my lips and we spent the rest of the evening watching romantic movies together.
"Tilly?"
"Please don't say you're sorry or I will punch you" He joked.
"No I was actually going to ask you something... Are we good?"
"Why wouldn't we be, hun?" He said, sort of concened.
"I don't know..."
"Don't worry about it, okay? I still love you and always will" He said kissing my forehead.
I said I don't know when I actually did know. I was worried that all these things would tear us apart, I was afraid because this relationship had been so fragile ever since it started. We had so many reasons to not be together, I was afraid those reasons would pop on Tyler's mind, then this would be all over.
K nothing interesting here but this is all part of a little plan for next chapter. So I hope you enjoyed and sorry if it's kinda late, I've been sort of busy but I hope you liked this <3 (Also I didn't have time to re-read this chapter so I'm sorry if there are any typos)
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