The Photo Project (#Wattys2014)

25: What do You Mean?

"What do you mean?" I grit out, looking at Hayden's body.

"We looked at the bike, and it turns out that the breaks were loosened."

I look down at the floor and close my eyes. "Loosened? Naturally?"

He hesitated, and I knew my answer. "No. Someone would have had to done it."

"Can you please leave?" I whisper out, lifting my eyes back to Hayden's non-moving body.

"Of course. Have a good day, Ms. Loving."

I laughed humorlessly and ignored him as he walked out, shutting the door with a soft 'click'.

I sat down next to his pale body and bit my lip, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Chase had done it, I could just feel it. He was bent on getting revenge, and I guess that was it.

A tear slid down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away, sniffling.

The doctors had told me he was in a coma. He had some severe brain injuries, and a few broken bones.

I got out with a broken arm and a few scrapes and bruises.

I had realized why he was so tense, why he was so adimant that I 'clean' his helmet and put it on myself.

He was willing to die for me, useless old me.

A sob escaped my lips as I stared at him, thinking back to all we had been through.

"Hayden.." I whisper, clearing my throat.

"I'm not sure if you can hear me. On all the shows and movies, they usually can, so I'm going to give this a shot."

I reach my hand out and take his hand in mine, rubbing my thumb along the top of it slowly.

"If you die, I'm going to go absolutely bat shit crazy and murder you. Do you want that, cause I don't think you do.. If you die, I'll never get to tease you, or go on a nice date with you."

I smile bitterly and wipe at my nose.

"I'll never get to tell you how much I'm thankful to you.. I'll never get to say I love you.."

I look down and bite my lip as more tears fall down my face.

"I was ready to tell you, I guess. My brains a little slow though, you know that. It didn't have time to catch up to my heart.. So please, Hayden. Don't die, and please wake up soon."

I laugh slightly at my stupid attempt. He probably really couldn't hear me.

"Ms. Loving?"

I gasp and whirl my head around, almost giving myself whiplash.

"Yes?" I wipe my tears away, breathing in deeply.

He looks at me for a few seconds and smiles kindly, sitting in a chair next to me.

"So how long have you guys been together?"

"Oh.. Um, not long." I nod, licking my dry lips.

He nods and looks at Hayden before looking back at me. "I'm sorry this happened."

"Me too." I whisper, shrugging.

We sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes before he speaks up.

"Hayden's condition.."

I turn my head to him and give him my full attention.

"It's.. It's worse than we originally thought."