Sport's Aren't My Only (GxG)

Chapter Twenty-One

Rylee's Pov:

'What the actual fuck?' I thought, running my hands through my hair. This was probably one of the most fucked up situations I had ever been in. I glanced up to see Autumn pacing the floor of the waiting room for what seemed like the hundredth time. I felt horrible, watching her family appearing distraught and unnerving. My mother laid a blanket over the exhausted two boys who slept quietly on the uncomfortable chairs.

"Would you like one, Susan?" my mom asked, extending the blanket to the distraught women. Susan merely shook her head, biting the end of her fingernail off.

"I just want to know if my baby is okay." She gave a half-smile. Clenching my jaw, my eyes fell back to Autumn, who leaned up against the wall, her eyes unmoving from the doors leading to the ER. It had been about four hours since we made it to the hospital. There wasn't much information offered except that she had been struck by a drunk driver, her car flipped over a railing and rolled down an embankment.

"You should check up on Autumn." My mother said with a sad smile. My eyes glanced to her for a moment before focusing back onto Autumn.

"I feel very intrusive." my mom patted my leg lightly, "How can I possibly make her feel better?" I felt myself becoming emotional, unable to look away from the distraught girl down the hall.

"I don't think it's about making her feel better," She said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Just be there for her, show her some affection. Why not offer your girlfriend your jacket?" I sat up abruptly, looking at my mom with a shocked face I'm sure. "Oh don't act like I didn't know. Do you think I'm an idiot?" She smiled warmly, speaking with a hushed voice.

"How... did you find out?" I gulped, trying my best to avoid her eye contact.

"Don't worry about that now. Just go." She said with a gentle push towards Autumn. I gave her a skeptical look before heading down the small hallway.

As I approached the woman, she was lightly moving her head back against the wall behind her over and over again. Her mascara had a single line down her cheek, a clear sign that she had been crying at some point. 'Fuck it.' I thought to myself as I took my red tux jacket off and placed it over her shoulders. She gave me a smile for a brief moment but didn't move.

"Thank you, I hadn't realized how cold I was." Her voice sounded groggy, clearly exhausted. I looked up to see the clock above the E.R. said it was now three in the morning.

"This is going to sound really stupid, but are you okay?" I spoke carefully, for fear I would upset her even more. Her body language was enough to answer that question. Her shoulders were down, clenched jawline, and her eyes closed tightly.

"No." She whispered, opening her eyes. I watched as a single tear slid down her cheek, adding another line of mascara. I didn't know what to do. I felt compelled to wrap my arms around her, but what if she didn't want that? Thankfully, the doors to the E.R. opened with my father stepping out fully decorated in operating clothing.

"Dad!" I yelled joyfully as he walked closer to us. Everyone was up, except for the two boys passed out. Autumn moved away from the wall, her body fully attentive now.

"Oh, honey!" My mother said next to me, wrapping her arms around him. He kissed her lightly before directing his attention to the only person in the room that mattered, Susan.

"Is she...?" Susan trembled, fighting off the emotions as best as she could.

"Is she okay?" Autumn asked next.

"What happened to her?" Susan's voice was failing as she attempted to ask more questions.

"Why don't we sit down?" My dad recommended with a smile on his face. Okay, this can either mean something horrible, or good... right? "I'll try my best to answer all of your questions." He said as we followed him to the seating area.