Hey you, It's me.

Chapter 11 - Final Chapter

I managed to reach the hospital in 5 minutes without getting hurt, even though my vision was compromised from all the tears. I didn't bother parking the car, just left it at the pickup point and dashed into hospital. I ran to the reception, where a middle aged lady with a badge saying "Barbara Williams" stood.

"Tyler Brown's room no. please." I said hurriedly.

"Just a second dear." She looked down at her sheet and said "There's no room by the name of Mr. Brown, dear."

"What? But I just got off the phone with a policeman who said he'd been in an accident and asked me to come to the hospital!" I screamed at her.

"Excuse me miss, are you a relative of Mr. Brown's?" a voice said from behind me. I turned around to face a doctor.

"I'm his girlfriend. Where is he?"

He sighed, looked up at me and said "I need to speak to you first."

I was annoyed. Nobody was telling me where he was and all I wanted to do was see him. "Just fucking take me to him or I swear to god I will make you regret it!" I screamed at him. I was frustrated and angry and none of this was making any sense.

The doctor hesitated, then nodded and led me to a room in the second floor. He opened the door, and asked for me to go inside. I did so, and what I saw in there robbed me of all my senses, my happiness, my feelings, my life, in whole.

There was a single bed in the corner of the tiny room, and Tyler was lying on it. A white cloth covered his body up to his chin. His face was pale, like there was no blood left in it, and his hair neatly combed back. There were marks on his handsome skin, some of which were yellowing. Even though I was standing about five feet away from the bed, I could see that he was awfully still. His chest did not move up and down like it was supposed to, to show me that he was breathing. No, there was nothing but stillness and hopelessness emitting from his body.

I started walking towards him, tears streaming down my face and my breath coming out in sobs. I wiped my tears away, and tried not to collapse on the floor while I was walking, because I didn't have the strength anymore. When I finally got to him, I closed my eyes, and I covered his mouth with mine and kissed him, the tears falling on his face. He didn't respond, so I kept kissing him till I couldn't take it anymore and buried my head in the nook of his shoulder.

"Wake up Ty, wake up. I'm here now, it's okay, I'm here, and I love you and everything's going to be alright. They're gonna fix you up, and they're gonna let you go home, and I'm never gonna leave your side ever again. But first you have to wake up okay? Just please, do that for me and I swear I'll take care of the rest. Just do that for me Ty, wake up." He lay still, and my tears got stronger, my heartbeats began slowing down. I couldn't breathe, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. All I want is for him to wake up and tell me it's going to be okay.

I lifted the cloth of him and looked at his body. It was still beautiful, sculptured perfectly as if by the hands of god himself, even with all the bruises and wounds. I wanted to wipe them off of him, torment them for marking his perfect figure, for harming him. I laced my fingers with his and pressed my forehead against his hand and cried again.

I don't know how long I stayed that way, it could've been seconds, it could've been minutes, it could've even been years, but time did not register to me anymore. All I could think about was how much I love him, and how I didn't get to say goodbye or tell him how much he means to me, because I know he's gone now; forever.

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