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Sunday, August 5, 2018. This marked day number eight of yours and messy Ethans break up. You had gotten in a fight over the dumbest thing. He wanted you to move in with him, but you were so nervous and scared that you rejected him. He could handle rejection if he knew it was because you weren't ready, but that wasn't it. You were ready, and you still told him no. The fight was stupid, you admit that now. But after breaking up, you knew it was for the best that you just didn't try an rekindle the relationship. Especially after you told him you didn't love him anymore and he spit back that he agreed. Two years down the drain.
You were driving through the busy streets of LA, your windows rolled down allowing the breeze to splash your face with the radio bumping through the speakers. As the cars in front of you slowed down to a stop you could see a few people get out of their cars to run into a small patch of grass. But you couldn't tell what they were doing. You sighed and rolled the windows up, sure of the fact that you weren't going anywhere soon.
You were going through your social media when you noticed an ambulance and a few cop cars swerving through the mess of cars, then past your own, stopping at where the traffic began. Your heart sank. Here you were doing nothing when right in front of you someone was probably fighting for their life. You watched intently along with the people in other cars while the EMS got the person into the ambulance and flew by towards the hospital. The cops started to clean up the mess, allowing traffic to slowly start moving. As you were going by you almost had a heart attack. There in a few pieces was a motorcycle that resembled Ethans.
You rushed to the nearest parking lot and dialed his phone number several different times, getting no response. Your mind was now thinking the worst. You decided the only way of knowing was to go to the hospital yourself. You sat in the car for a bit to compose yourself, just in case it wasn't him before you left.
Luckily the hospital wasn't far from where the accident had occurred. You found an empty parking space and rushed in through the electric doors. You quickly walked up the receptionist when you heard your name. Whipping your head around you say Grayson sitting in one of the plastic waiting room chairs, with tears pouring down his cheeks. "Grayson. What happened? Where's Ethan?" You ask, kneeling in front of him, looking around for his twin.
"He was so mad. I shouldn't have let him go, but I did and now...now he's back there in who knows what shape. They won't let me see him-" Grayson bawls, burying his face in your neck. Your suspicions were confirmed. You tried comforting him while crying yourself. He had a tight grip on your shirt, while you gripped tightly to his grey sweater.
It started getting dark and still no word. You had both cried all you could and now sat in silence. You held hands as if that was the only thing keeping the two of you from bursting through the doors and finding what room he was in. The nurse didn't seem concerned and carried on with her work. Doctors came in and out of the doors pulling people out of the waiting room. "This is taking too long." Grayson drumbles, jumping up from the seat, your hand still tightly held to his. He drags you over to the desk and looked at the lady as if he was about to snap. "We've been here for hours waiting to hear back on how my brother is doing and we haven't been told a thing." He says, trying his best to keep his cool.
"Name?" She asks, not phased by his attitude at all. He was biting back his lip in anger so you rubbed his back with your free hand to calm him.
"Ethan Dolan." You say for him. She nodded and typed on her computer, then looked back at you.
"And you are?" She asks, eyeing you. What do you say? You're nothing to him anymore.
"I'm his brother and this is his girlfriend." Grayson says, placing his I.D. on the counter to prove who he is. Your heart fluttered when he said you were Ethans girlfriend.
"It says here he's resting. Would you like to see him?" She asks bluntly. He nodded as if she was the dumbest person he'd ever met. She sighed and pressed a button making a buzzer sound. "Room 406 on the third floor." She mumbles, nodding at the door. You gripped his hand tighter as he rushed through the door at almost a run and got onto the elevator.
"Grayson, I know you're worried. I am too. But you need to calm down. He's resting which means he's going to be okay." You say cupping his face and making him look at you. His hard features softening at your words. His muscles relaxed as he stood up straight and collected himself. You let go of his face and grabbed his hand again. It was the only comforting thing at the moment.
The doors opened on the third floor. You both fast walked down the hall looking for the room. 403...404...405...406! The door was closed but Grayson walked in anyway. "Ethan." he says, with a breath of relief. You dropped his hand staying outside the door. You told yourself you only stayed to comfort Grayson. But why weren't you leaving now? Your feet stayed planted. You slumped down against the wall for what seemed like a half hour trying to decide on bailing or going into the room. Grayson came out with a small list and looked down at you. "Hey...I thought you left." He says, helping you to your feet.
"I was going to. But I can't. My feet won't go." You laugh nervously, your stomach turning in knots. He laughed and put his hand on your shoulder.
"Just go talk to him." He says, giving your shoulder a squeeze and jogging away. You took a few deep breaths and tried to figure out what you were going to say to him. Your hand shakingly opened the door and stepped in. You kept your eyes on the floor and continued into the room until your knees were pressed against the bottom of the bed. You just sat there, not saying a word. You could hear him breathing. Why wasn't he saying anything?
You finally rounded up enough courage to look at him. Tilting your head up, you relaxed some seeing that he was asleep. He was in a baggy hospital gown, the blanket at laying at his waist. He had visible cuts and bruises placed randomly on his skin. Luckily, he didn't look too bad. At least him being currently unconscious gave you time to figure out what to say.
You sat in a chair beside his bed and grabbed his hand which wasn't cut and placed a kiss to it. He slept calmly, light snored escaping every once in a while. It relaxed you as it used to when you would nap with him on lazy Saturday afternoons or when you would stay the nights. "Ethan, I can't believe how dumb we are. We got in a stupid fight over living together, not that living together is stupid. But I was being selfish. I love you so much, and I don't want to imagine my future without you being a big part of it. The biggest part. When Grayson told me what had happened I thought I had lost you forever. You're my best friend, my sanity, my future, my everything. I love you so much and I would love to move in with you." You recite out load, preparing yourself for when he woke up.
"You want to move in with me?" He asks in a weak, gruff voice. Your head snapped up to look at him. His eyes were now open and he was smiling softly. He squeezed your hand and you nodded.
"I wanted to when you asked me the first time. I was just scared. It's a big step." You explain, rubbing his knuckles, adverting your eyes back to his hands.
"Look at me." he speaks, catching your attention. You looked him in the eyes and almsot melted like you always had. "I know it's a big step, but I want to take every big step with you. And as for what I said the other day, I'm sorry for a being a dick to you. I love you so much y/n." He says, using his free hand and caresses your cheek.
You stood up and held his cheeks in your hands, pressing a long-awaited kiss to his soft lips which he quickly accepted. You were going to be with him forever. You only wish it hadn't taken an accident to realize it.
