You Don't Have Me

Chapter 4

Thankfully, after noticing the look on your face when Tyler was mentioned, she stopping pressing about him and let the conversation flow to other topics, mainly the two of you talking about work, trying to keep the conversation wedding free. You knew it would be all the three of you talked about for the next two weeks, anyway. No matter what you were talking about, though, he never left your mind. How could you have not thought about him or miss him at all?

You were distracted all throughout your sister's dress fitting, you couldn't stop thinking about him- what he was doing, who he was hanging out with, how the dogs were doing- it was all encompassing.

"(Y/N)!" You heard, pulling you from your thoughts. Your head popped up, following the sound of Anna's voice. "Do you like it?" She asked, motioning to the lacy white a-line dress she was wearing.

"You look beautiful." You smiled, genuinely. You had truly never seen anyone as beautiful, in a wedding dress as your sister. As you sipped the complementary champagne given to you by the bridal boutique you watched as all of her other bridesmaids oohed and ahed over Anna, hoping one day you would be as happy as she was to marry her fiancé, Chris. You had really been there through their whole relationship from the night they met, to when she had asked you if it was okay if he moved in with the two of you (you moved out a month later), to right now- standing in the dress she would wear to walk down the aisle to him in just a couple of weeks.

You weren't necessarily an emotional person, but that, all of those memories flooding back to you, made you cry. And then it hit you, the only thing missing was Tyler. He had been there with you through everything, as well. Anna had actually met Chris because he was Tyler's friend, and through the years the four of you had done so much together, and now you were sure. There was no denying that you missed him, a lot.

"Are you okay?" One of the other bridesmaids asked you, while handing you a tissue. You nodded, as you knew that even if you tried to speak it would turn into a full blown cry. Quickly, you pulled it together before anyone else could notice and joined them in with complementing the beautiful bride-to-be.

The next week, you spent every night after work helping Anna with last minute details. You helped her re-organize the seating chart for the reception after a late RSVP from one of Chris's old college roommates, who she didn't even like. The next night, you spent three hours with her at the hair salon finalizing what she was going to do with her hair. Honestly, you couldn't wait for the wedding to be over, as you found the whole process to be exhausting.

As you drove home that night, you struggled to stay awake. Your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier. You started pinching yourself to keep awake. After the last pinch, at a stop sign, you looked both directions, before making a right hand turn onto the road, just a few minutes form your house. It was late so there weren't many other cars out. But, out of nowhere another car slammed into the right side of your car.

Everything happened so fast. You didn't even see the car as it came barreling towards going at least 50 in 30 mile per hour zone. You were pretty sure you had blacked out just from the force alone.

Your eyes opened slowly, as you started to hear the car alarm going off. Realizing what had happened, that you had just been in a car accident, you looked at your body- seeing if there were any major noticeable injuries, before checking your surroundings. Thankfully, nobody had been with you, and you heard a stranger approach your car, asking if you were okay before telling you that they had called 911.

Your head pounded, and as you raised your hand up to the source of the pain you felt a sticky liquid and after years of watching Grey's Anatomy religiously you knew it was blood. After touching it you glanced at your hand, confirming what you already suspected- it was blood, and the evidence was practically dripping from your fingertips. You groaned. Thankfully, that was the only blood you could see, aside from a couple of cuts from shards of glass that had broken off of the windshield and passenger side window. But, you were starting to feel dizzy and because you couldn't actually see it, you didn't know how bad the injury actually was and in the distance you could hear sirens so you figured it was better to stay in the car, rather than potentially injuring yourself or someone else further.

After giving the police your statement while getting a basic check by the paramedics, they determined you had to go to hospital. Not only did they need to stitch up the nasty laceration on your forehead but they also wanted to check and make sure you didn't have any internal bleeding or severe head trauma, as they called it. Riding in the ambulance was quick because you were only a few minutes away form the hospital and the paramedic was really cute and kept smiling at you, and that, oddly, made you feel better.

As soon as the ambulance got to the emergency entrance of the hospital, the cute paramedic wheeled you in, telling the nurses there to, "take really good care of her," before giving you a big smile. The nurses smiled too, before giving you the, "isn't he cute," and "I hope you got his number," comments. You smiled as best you could before they dove into asking you a thousand and one questions.

You told them the only pain you were experiencing came from your head, and while they went to go get someone to give you your stitches, they started you on a little bit of pain medicine. As she closed the curtain as you closed your eyes, focusing on your breathing as that always seemed to calm you down, which was necessary because you hated hospitals.

"(Y/N), there's someone here to see you." The nurse said softly as she approached your bed, drawing the curtain back just a bit, you could only see half of her, let alone the person she was with.

"Okay." you croaked out, resting your head on the back of the hospital bed.

"Hey." You heard an unmistakeable voice say. You had to be hallucinating, why would the hospital call him- there was no way. Your head snapped up as fast as it could and low and behold, clear as day Tyler was standing there in front of you. His face was wrapped in worry as he stood in the doorway, almost afraid to come closer to you.

What the fuck was he doing here?