Loving Tyler Dasen (Sequel to LWTP)

Chapter 15- Emergency

**Maya**

"How do you honestly expect to be a father if you can't even act like an adult?" I shout at Cameron, anger rushing through my veins. "You're just not ready!" I throw my hands up and storm towards Cameron. Cameron just stares at me, in complete shock.

"Maya I was just joking..." Cameron says softly and attempts to comfort me by touching my arm.

"Don't you fucking touch me." I angrily say, and I instantly notice I hurt him by swearing at him so aggressively.  Cameron stares at me with a silent, hurt and scared expression. 

"Fine." Cameron blankly says, before he jumps onto the jet ski and disappears out onto the water.

In a matter of minutes I calm down and realise that I completely took everything out of context, and I instantly feel guilty for swearing at him and hurting him. I bury my head into my hands and feel myself beginning to cry. 

Pregnancy hormones messing with me already...

**Cameron**

The fight replays in my mind over and over and I feel like my body is on auto-pilot as I control the jet ski. My mind couldn't be further away from where I am right now.

The wind whips past me as I continue to pick up my speed on the jet ski. The water crashes onto my feet as the jet ski breaks the surface of the calm water. I squint my eyes as the wind hits my face and my vision begins to slightly blur.

I see another jet ski far in the distance, with Alaska straddled onto it and Tyler climbing out of the water.

I try my hardest to concentrate but the fight keeps replaying over and over in my mind, and each time I think about it the more angry I get. My hands tightly grip the execrator and I begin to speed at a highly dangerous speed.

But, I don't care. She told me I am not ready to be a father, so what's the use?

I close my eyes for a split second to avoid the water splatters hitting my face, but before I realise, there is a jetty meters in front of me. 

Everything goes black....

**Tyler**

The last thing I see, is Cameron's body slamming into the jetty.

The jet ski makes a horrible crashing sound, so loud that Alaska and I cover our ears.

"OH MY GOD!" Alaska screams, beginning to instantly cry.

I start up my jet ski and speed over to where Cameron is, and I instantly jump into the water to try and find him.

The jetty is broken and is beginning to fall apart, but I have to find him. I dive under and begin swimming down, desperately trying to find his sinking body. 

I try to open my eyes under water, but there is no use. The water is foggy and beginning to be poisoned with fuel from the smashed jet ski. I wince in pain as I feel a hard block of wood slam into my back and drag me further under water, and I feel lungs starting to hurt from lack of oxygen.

My vision is blurry under water, and I'm feeling trapped under this large block of wood, but I feel Cameron's limp body next to mine. I grasp his arm and begin to pull his body out from under another block of broken wood. He's stuck. I manage to desperately free myself and I use all my strength to set free Cameron. But I can't.

I don't have much time under water, my lungs are burning for air and my muscles are aching. 

I grab both of Cameron's arms and I use all my strength to pull his body out from under the block of wood. I scream under water and I manage to finally pull Cameron's body out, and he begins to float to the surface of the water.

I kick my legs and use all my power to reach the surface before I pass out. I finally reach the surface and I take in a huge gasp of air that my lungs were dying for. 

I grab Cameron and swim over to the shore, instantly noticing the blood pouring from his head.

"I called an ambulance! They're going to be here soon!" Alaska shouts from the shore, her hands are shaking and she's anxiously running her hand through her hair. In a matter of seconds Maya pulls up in Cameron's car, and she jumps out of the car and runs over to me.

Maya begins to cry and scream when she spots the blood pouring from Cameron's head.

Cameron is still unconscious and begin to attempt CPR, but there's no use, I have no idea what I'm doing.

"Let me try!" Maya says, beginning to pump her hands over Cameron's chest, her tears falling all over him. "Cameron I'm so fucking sorry." Maya says and she starts to violently cry and her body begins to shake.

A loud chyme of a siren breaks through the trees and an ambulance pulls up, three men rushing out of the van. 

The three men grab Cameron's body and bring his body over to the van, strapping him into a bed and they attempt CPR.

Alaska hugs me, burying her face into my chest and she cries even more, while Maya sits on the ground, with her head in her hands. 

"It's all my fault." Maya sobs. "The two of us were arguing over something so stupid that I made a big deal out of." Alaska rushes over to comfort Maya while I run over to the van.

"We're losing him!" one of the paramedics shouts as he pumps Cameron's chest as hard as he can.

"We gotta take him to the nearest hospital. Now." The other paramedic says, and they quickly shut the van doors in front of me. 

"Girls, lets go to the hospital." I shout to Alaska and Maya, who are hugging each other and crying. "Let's go! Now!"

My leg shakes uncontrollably and I sit in the hard plastic chair in the hospital corridor, and my nails dig into my skin, deeper and deeper every second. 

Maya sits curled up in a chair, still crying, while Alaska has fallen asleep in another chair.

It's 3 in the morning, and still no news about Cameron. Cameron was brought into emergency surgery to stop internal bleeding, but that was hours ago. 

It's become a waiting game now. We're all too stressed and anxious to even think about food, all we can think about is Cameron, and if he is going to make it out alive or not.

"Um, is anyone family here?" A nurse suddenly appears right in front of me.

"Ah, no, we're not. We're all just close friends." I reply, my voice shaking.

"Okay, well I've got news." The nurse says. As soon as the nurse says that, Alaska wakes up and Maya stops crying and looks up at the nurse. 

"What is it?" Maya anxiously asks, getting up from her seat.

"Your friend is okay. Luckily, no permanent damage to his spinal cord. He has a few broken ribs, broken left forearm, and a large cut on his forehead. This could have been much worse. He could have killed himself." The nurse says, and before she can finish talking, Maya runs up to her and hugs her tightly.

"Thank you so much." Maya says, crying.