You sit next to him, holding his cut hand with yours. Tears start forming in your eyes as the machine next to him beeps over and over. Alex's face was cut, with scars across his eyebrows and his poor cheek. His busted lips were partly open, showing his little pink tongue resting in his mouth. All down his arms were bloody and sore too. You kiss his hand gently, afraid of hurting him even more. Suddenly, Matt walks into the room.
"Oh my God, Darcy?!" he says. His forehead has stitches and he has a bandage on his arm.
"Oh my God, Matt," you exclaim, jumping up to throw your arms around him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he whispers.
"What was I going to do? Stay at home whilst my boyfriend and my friends could possibly be dead?" you say. Matt stares at the lifeless Alex, sighing.
"He'll be fine, I know it," he whispers. "You flew all the way from Sheffield?" he asks. You nod.
"Are you okay? How's your head? What the hell even happened?" you ramble.
"I'm fine. And the tour bus crashed, as we were heading out of LA." Matt says.
"What are you gonna do then?"
"Well we have another tour bus, it just needs to be sent over. We can wait for like two weeks until it's ready then we'll carry on with the shows, if we're all up for it" he says, glancing at Alex. "We'll just stay in a hotel til' then, though"
Suddenly, a doctor walks in.
"Hi, Matthew. How's your head doing?" he asks Matt. Matt nods.
"It's okay now, it just stings a little"
"Is this Darcy?" the Doctor asks, glancing over at you. You nod.
"Yeah I'm Alex's girlfriend,"
"Ah, okay. I'm Doctor Peters. We think Alex should be waking up pretty soon, he showed signs of waking up about an hour ago. When he wakes up we can properly examine if he's going to be alright. It's just a case of waiting," the Doctor explains. "You're welcome to stay the night though," he says. You nod. You had nowhere else to go anyway. After some taking with Matt, he leaves the room, leaving you and the lifeless Alex alone.
You are wide awake, even though it was around midnight. You just stare at him, longingly, waiting for him to show any signs of waking up. You rest your head on his stomach, gently so you don't hurt him. You lay there for a while, your mind wandering. Suddenly, his breathing changes. You feel him twitching.
"Darcy?" he mumbles. You get up and look at him. His eyes are slightly open and he has an adorable confused look on his face.
"Oh my God, Al" you whisper, tears streaming down your face.
"What? Why are you here, where am I?" he says, sitting up a little. He was really sleepy and was unaware what was going on.
"I love you so so much, I thought you were going to die," you exclaim, sobbing. His eyes widen.
"Oh my fuck, you're here," he says. He puts his hands under your arms and pulls you upwards so you're half lay on him. He puts his arms around you, and you can hear little crys escaping his mouth.
"I love you," he whispers into your hair, stroking it gently. "I can't believe you're here" he says, crying. You look up at his sad, sore face. He looks at you with his watery eyes and kisses you slowly, still weeping. Everytime he pulls back for a breath you can hear little sobs.
"I'm so happy you're okay" you whisper. He pulls you up so you're fully on the tiny single bed with him and he covers you up with the duvet. He faces you, you were squashed and it was really un comfy but you didn't mind. Alex occasionally let out little "ow"'s when you touched his arm. He keeps kissing you, as if you were going to disappear at any moment and he wanted to hang onto you so he didn't loose you again. He's still sobbing, tiny little sobs that are noticeable in the silent, dark hospital room. After a lot of kisses and tears, he stops, he just stares at the ceiling peacefully with you cupped under his arm.
