You Don't Have Me

Chapter 5

Tyler threw the remote across the room onto the couch. For a Wednesday night, there was absolutely nothing on TV. He grabbed his phone off of the end table, mindlessly scrolling through instagram before turning his attention to the yellow lab sitting next to him. He had been in a funk lately and he couldn't seem to pinpoint the source of it.

That was a lie.

He knew why he hadn't been himself lately, it was because he wasn't talking to you, and as much as he told himself he would meet another you, he knew he wouldn't. Nobody could even come close, he was sure of it.

Exhaling, he stood up, thinking that maybe eating would be good. It was almost 10:00 pm, and he had still yet to eat so yeah, food would be good. Looking at the near barren fridge, he decided upon scrambled eggs, especially because he had the ingredients for that and not much else.

Digging through the drawers in his kitchen, he found a pan, holding it while you sprayed it with cooking spray. He put it down on the stove, which he was about to turn on when your phone rang. Which, was weird, especially because who the fuck calls people anymore? And, even though he didn't recognize the number he picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Is this Tyler?"

"Yeah." He said, skeptically.

"My name is Rose, I'm a nurse at UT Southwestern Medical Center and I'm calling to let you know that (Y/N, Y/LN), has been in a car accident and-"

The phone dropped from his hand. It didn't matter what Rose had to say after that, he wasn't listening. Nothing else mattered than getting to the hospital to see you. Throwing on the shoes closest to the door, he grabbed his keys and wallet before sprinting out the door. His black Range Rover peeled out of the driveway as he raced to the hospital. In his mind, he was pleading that you were okay, promising anything and everything- just for you to be okay.

"Tyler?" You questioned. "What are you doing here?"

"Apparently, I'm still your emergency contact." He smiled lightly. "Don't worry, you're still mine." He whispered, walking closer to the bed.

"I'm glad you're okay." He said, his tone growing more serious. "I don't even remember what I was doing when the hospital called, I just put shoes on an drove here."

"You can go, you know, don't feel like you have to be here."

"There is no-" Before Tyler could say something that, granted, would have probably made you swoon, a doctor came in to give you your stitches.

"Do you want me to hold your hand?" Tyler asked, sheepishly, pulling the chair from the far end of the room as close to your bed as he possibly could. You nodded. He saw the fear in your eyes, and it killed him to see you like that. He was practically helpless in the situation. The only for him to was to hold your hand, and tell you that everything was going to be okay.

"Okay Ms. (Y/LN), it looks like we're going to have to shave a small part of your hair to be able to get all the stitches in." You exhaled before telling him it was okay, like you had a say in the matter.

"It's going to be okay." Tyler said as his other hand moved on top of yours, both of his hands now cradling your left hand, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckle. "Don't think about it. Just look at me, alright? Focus on me."

The doctor tried to make small talk with you but stopped after receiving a scolding look from Tyler. You couldn't move your head at all while the stitches were being done, so you thanked him with your eyes. He gave you a single nod in response.

After you were all stitched and bandaged, the nurse came back to take you to get a cat scan, to see if you had any more serious injuries.

"Hey, I'm going to text Anna and your Mom, and before you give me that look, they deserve to know." He said, and you knew he was right and because of that you gave his hand a squeeze as the nurse wheeled your bed out.