Surviving Without Him

Waiting.

Taylor's P.O.V.

"Thank you" I said practically throwing the money at the cab driver. I sprinted into the hospital and up to the receptionist.

"Hello, My family was just brought in they were in an accident."

"What's the last name?" The young blonde woman asked me.

"Styles."

"Uh okay well your son is awake in room 1813 but both your daughter and husband are in surgery right now."

She looked at me with pity, like I was a fragile doll about to break. I couldn't worry about that right now though too much was going on for that.

"Do you know when they'll be out of surgery?"

"No, I'm really sorry."

Great, more pity.

"That's okay. Thank you for your help." I said before racing to room 1813.

I finally got reached the 18's

1811....

1812....

1813.......

"Bentley?"

"Mom! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault I should've screamed when I saw the car instead of just sitting there speechless. I'm so stupid it's all my fault!" He said practically in tears. I ran to him and hugged him.

He was okay.

"Bentley it's okay! it's not your fault. Alright? It was the other persons fault for driving drunk. I'm just so happy that your okay! you are okay right?" I said just now analyzing his injuries.

"Yeah I'm fine! But Dad and Alex aren't! Mom I'm so scared they both looked so pale and weak! What if their not okay?! What if they don't make it?" He yelled as both of us were now in tears.

"Their fighters Ben, you know that. Their not gonna go down like this," I spoke only half believing myself, "Stop worrying it's not your job to worry. Why don't you go to sleep? You need rest."

"Will you stay here?"

"Of course!"