I Know I Shouldn't (Sequel To I Need You So Much) [Oliver Sykes Fan Fic]

I Can't Turn Away

AN: I apologize that it took me so long to update this. I was going to update last week, but my mom made me take this class at some college that took up most of my time last week. Not to mention the fact that she's also making me look at evey college in my area, which is a lot. Both my parents are also bugging me about summer reading and I'm taking gym online over the summer, so they bug me about that, too. It will probably be awhile until the next update as well because I'm going to try to update the rest of my stories this week and then I'm taking an SAT prep class for the next two. After that I'll be on vacation for a week. I'll try to update, but it will be awhile. The good news is that After I come back from vacation, which is mid-August, I'm free almost everyday until school starts, so I'm going to try to update a lot then. On a different note, this chapter is dedicated to @woahitsgabby07 for being so interested about this update. I hope this chapter was worth the twenty day wait and sorry for the long author's note.

Song: Meet Me At The Gates by blessthefall

Melody

Tears stung my eyes as I watched the paramedics load Tyler onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. I had managed to call 911 even though I could barely talk through all my crying. I had also called my mum, who was now standing next to me with her arm around my shoulders lovingly. From where I was standing, I could see tons of cuts on Tyler's once perfect face. I could also make out blood stains on his clothes, which only made me cry harder. I buried my face in my mum's chest, not wanting to witness anymore of Tyler's wounds. She rubbed my back soothingly as I heard the ambulance doors shut.

"Come on, Mel, we'll follow them to the hospital," I head my mum tell me. I looked up at her and nodded timidly. I was still trying to comprehend what had happen, honestly. This was way too much for one in my opinion. What if I lost Tyler forever? What if instead of moving away he passed away?

The car ride to the hospital was completely silent. The only noise that filled the car was my sniffles. I had nothing to say. Nothing would make this situation any better. I wished I could've just kept talking to Tyler for a few more minutes. Maybe then the truck would've already went past and they would've left safely. "I'm sure he's gonna be fine, Melody. I'm sure you don't remember, but when you were two, we got in a car accident and your dad thought I was gonna die, but I was obviously fine," she reassured me. No one had told me about that car accident and I had no recollection of it since I was only two, but it did give me hope.

When we finally arrived at the hospital I had calmed myself down enough to the point where the tears had stopped. All I could think about, though, was how Tyler looked when the paramedics put him on the ambulance. It had been obvious he was unconscious. What if he never woke up? 

Of course, they wouldn't tell us anything when we made it up to the floor where they had taken Tyler and his mum. All I wanted to know was whether or not my boyfriend was still breathing and they wouldn't just put my mind at ease. We took a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs that littered the waiting room. I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone. There was really only one person, one voice, that could make me feel better: my dad.

I quickly hit my dad's number in the contacts and prayed he wasn't onstage or sleeping. I just needed to talk to him. He was one of the few people who knew how to calm me down. I honestly wished he was there with me even though he was a huge fan of Tyler. "Hey, love. I was just about to call your mum. How are you?" my dad greeted when he picked up the phone. I let out a shaky sigh of relief when I heard his soothing voice on the other end of the phone. "Mel, is everything ok?" he asked when I didn't answer his first question.

"No," I whimpered, causing my mum to give me a sympathetic look. As soon as the word came out, the tears filled my eyes again and almost immediately stained my cheeks.

"What happened?" he questioned, his voice laced with concern. I could just imagine the look of panic on his face. Although I loved him, my dad was very protective.

"Tyler and his mum were leaving today and they got in a car accident and I'm really afraid that Tyler isn't ok," I confessed in a ramble. As soon as I said my biggest fear out loud, I felt so much better. 

I heard him blow out a sigh of relief. He probably assumed something was wrong with me. "Mel, I know it's scary, but I promise he'll be fine and if he isn't you can be mad at me. I almost thought I got your mum killed in a car accident and she was completely fine. I know it seems like it's doubtful he'll get better, but you just have to have faith, love. He seems like a healthy kid, so I'm sure he'll be just fine," he reassured me. I knew my dad would understand. I knew he would be able to talk me through all of this.

We ended up staying on the phone for hours and he was able to keep my mind off of everything. He could always put me at ease by telling me some stupid joke or something. Finally, my mum came back from asking the receptionist at the desk if she had any information about Tyler or his mum for about the billionth time.

"Melody, she said they're finished operating and that you can go see him now," Mum told me. I could feel a small smile appearing on my face. He was ok. Dad was right. He was fine. Well, at least he was breathing.

"Ok. Dad, I have to go. They said I can go see Tyler now," I told my father. The smile was still wide on my face. All I wanted to do was run into Tyler's room and kiss him and tell him how much I loved him.

"See. I told you he'd be fine. I love you, Melody," he responded. I could just picture the smile on his face. Even though he wasn't a huge fan of Tyler, I knew he was a nice enough to worry about him.

"I love you, too, Dad," I replied before hanging up. I stuffed my now dying phone into my pocket and started to stand up.

"Melody, they told me that he's still unconscious and he doesn't look too good. I don't want you to get freaked out when you see him," my mum told me, her brow furrowing in concern. I seriously didn't care what he looked like. All that mattered was that he was alive.

We walked down the hallway towards what I assumed to be his room and I mentally prepared myself not to cry. I knew it would do me no good to bawl all the time even if he probably couldn't hear me since he wasn't awake. Soon, my mum opened a door to reveal a beaten up Tyler. Cuts and bruises littered his tan skin and his left leg was wrapped in a cast. Even though I had expected him to look bad, I was taken aback by the appearance. "Tyler," was all I could utter before the tears started to flow.