In due time (Completed)

Chapter 53- I'm sorry, what?

Kate

A soft whisper broke through the empty abyss of my sleepy mind. I couldn't quite make out what the voice was saying but it seemed familiar. Safe but broken. Tyler, I thought instantly. Pain registered in my neck and head as I slowly began to come out of it. My right hand felt hot and clammy but my left was cold and free. With closed eyes I found Tyler's mop of hair next to me and ran my fingers through them. Brightness slowly began to seep it's way into my eyes, stinging them as I opened it. I found Tyler looking down on me as soon as I opened my eyes. His lower lip was bust at the side, his hair a hot mess. I began sitting up but an irritation started around my neck and I quickly realised what it was.

Damn neck brace!

"Woah, woah, woah, Specs. Here," Tyler leaned forward and unhooked the velcro straps from behind the neck brace. "Better?" He asked.

I nodded and before I could say anything else his lips were on mine. Need, that was definately what it said. His tongue explored mine while his hands held on possessively to my face in the gentlest way.

"Fuck!" He winced in pain, instantly breaking our kiss and clutching at his side's.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head with a sigh before saying, "2 broken ribs apparently."

"Oh my god, Ty. You should be in bed."

He shakes his head again but this time with a more serious look. "I had to check if you were...okay."

That little hesitation had me concerned but right now we had bigger things to worry about. Like the explosion and that phone call. Although, I was willing to bet that I'd be able to make a correct guess in one try as to who's doing all of this.

"Was anyone else hurt?" I asked.

"Other than my car, no. Everyone's outside, they seem fine but no more mustang so..."

He seemed sad. I know I'd be if I just saw my freaking mustang go up in flames but there was something else behind his eyes. Anger. Lots of it.

"It was Theo, wasn't it?" I finally asked already knowing the answer.

He nodded and started pacing the room. I hated that habit. Was pacing going to make your problems disappear? It just makes the people around you more anxious and I was already on a full tank of that. Yeah I was guilty of doing it as well sometimes but I still hate it.

"Could you stop and please just sit down for a minute?" My voice echoed through the quiet room a little louder than anticipated.

"How can I, Specs? Huh? Seeing you like this fucking hurts and knowing that I didn't do anything to prevent this is killing me. Eating away from the inside out."

"Well, what are we gonna do then? We're in the hospital, that doesn't give us any flexibility to do anything about this situation right now so please Ty, just sit down," I pleaded with him.

"You sure about that?" His tone was laced with venom and I kinda figured out where his train of thought was heading.

"You can't be serious? You really think that's going to solve our problem? Where are you even going to find him?"

"I don't know but I'm sure Alex and I could figure something out."

"Tyler, this is insane," I reason.

"You don't even know what I was planning, Specs."

"Don't I?" I raise my eyebrows at him, challenging. "Your face is all I have to look at to know what's going on up there. I just think we should go to the cops. Let them look into this because this has to be a violation of his parole."