(More Than) Just Friends.

Chapter Thirty Two

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"Oh my god," I heard Tyler's voice faintly as I came in and out of consciousness. My head was pounding and I could feel the blood oozing out of my arm.

Next, I heard his footsteps rushing over to what I think was towards me.

"Kylie. Kylie can you hear me?" He asked as composed as he possibly could at the moment. "KYLIE," he yelled and I knew if I didn't show him an inch of a sign that I would be okay, he would lose it and neither of us could afford that right now. I needed him to remain calm and think as rationally as possible.

I blinked my eyes slowly, barely nodding my head to answer his question.

My vision became more foggy and unfocused and I struggled to see what was right in front of me. I could feel myself slowly falling into darkness and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on.

I blinked a few more times to stay awake, but I wasn't sure how long that little tactic would work.

"Hello? Yes, I need an ambulance immediately on Fuller Road, about a mile or two away from the church. My girlfriend had an accident and the car is flipped over into a ditch," I heard him rush out, but his voice carried so much authority.

"But I can get her out. I can pop out the windshield, but-- okay but--- what if... JUST LISTEN," he yelled before pausing and starting back up again. "Fine, just hurry and get here," he said before hanging up the phone.

He bent down and stared at me through the cracked glass.

My lips tiredly curved upward and I placed my fingertips onto the windshield. He did the same from the outside of the car, placing his hand on top of mine, and his apologetic eyes were the last thing I saw before my eyes finally closed again.

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::Tyler's POV::

"How the hell did you let this happen?!" Levi screamed in my face.

I took a deep, steady breath, trying to get rid of the thought of me snapping his neck. He had no right to tell me ANYTHING about MY girlfriend.

"If she dies, it's on YOUR hands," he said and before he could say anything more, my hands clutched his collar and I pushed him back into the nearest wall. He had one more chance to make a comment like that before it would be him that was on the emergency operating table.

"Hey hey hey!" I heard my mom warn. She had two cups of coffee in her hands and when she turned the corner and spotted the scene we were making, her eyes bulged in bewilderment. She sat the cups on top of some HealthCare magazines that were lying on a nearby table, but she kept her distance. She knew better than to step in-between us when Levi obviously had a death wish. I would never hit my mom, but Levi on the other hand...

"What is going on here?" She asked but my eyes stayed on Levi. I could hear the disappointment in her voice and I hated that. I wanted her to be proud of me, not ashamed.

My jaw line was hard as stone and the only thought that raced through my mind was breaking Levi's nose. God. Did he really feel the need to tell me that it was all my fault? He really thought I didn't already know that? I know I shouldn't have let her drive considering the conditions and if anything happens to her, it's on me. I know.

I let go of his shirt just as the doctor walked up to us.

"Ms. Tompkins?" The doctor asked as if Levi or I could be the woman he was looking for.

"Yes," my mom replied and he turned towards her.

"I'm Dr. Nelson," he introduced himself and shook my mother's hand. "Okay good news is, Kylie is stable. She did get a little banged up in the wreck, so she'll be a little sore for the next few days. We gave her a little Triazolam, which we usually give to our patients suffering from sleeping disorders, to induce sleep and make sure she gets enough rest before you guys take her home," he said. "She also had a few scratches from the accident, so we stopped most of the bleeding and patched those up."