We Met On Set (On Hiatus)

Guilt

Chris' POV
I woke up in the hospital the smell of disinfectant wafted into my nose. My first thought is God this is all my fault. Why did I press the gas without looking. The love of my life could die because of my decision. WHY DIDN'T YOU USE YOUR FUCKING GOD DAMN BRAIN YOU IDIOT! Where's Melissa? Is she okay? I slowly sit up and the blanket falls off my chest. I look at my arm wrapped with bandages and the other in a cast. I see crutches beside my bed. I sit there dazed until I hear the door open. I look up and see the doctor walk in.
"Hello Chris I am Doctor Kellerman. Your left wrist is broken and you have stitches on your right forearm. You have a sprained ankle which should heal in a few days to a week. You also have a very minor concussion. However, we would like to keep you in the hospital until we can assure nothing else is wrong." He says.
"Where is Melissa?" I ask blankly.
"Excuse me who?" He asks politely.
"My girlfriend Melissa Benoist she was in the car with me when we crashed." I say wincing thinking about the impact.
"She's in good hands with Doctor Harris she's an amazing doctor." He says.
"What happened to her?" I ask. silence. "TELL ME! Please." I say.
"She's suffer some internal bleeding, she has a broken leg, and a concussion. The doctor doesn't know the extent of her injuries and if she'll make a full recovery she's still in surgery right now." He says.
A wave of guilt hit me. ALL MY FAULT. THIS IS MY FAULT I WAS DRIVING. I SHOULD HAVE PAID MORE ATTENTION. A tear rolls down my face as I think about a future with Mel.

A/N Sorry for not updating in a while my schedule has been packed and I haven't felt like myself lately I'll try to get chapters out more often.