It Took The Death of Hope

Chapter 2 - Someone to Watch Over You.

A Couple of Days Later;

Sid Wilson...

When Corey had called and informed us of Ashlee's injuries and current state, we had all agreed that writing should be put on hold so that we could all be there until she woke up and was on the mend.

If she woke up! I hate my mind for going there but I know that it is a strong possibility that she may never wake up and that fills me with a sort of dread that has me break out in a cold sweat.

From the very moment that Paul had introduced us to his little sister, his better half, as he called her; I knew that I wanted her. I couldn't describe what it was about her. I mean yes, she is beyond beautiful, but I am not the guy who sticks around. I lose interest very quickly so for me to still be attracted to her - there has to be something different about her, right? Shawn suggested that it is because I know that I can't have her.

Maybe that was true. Right now, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was going to be ok. That she would come through the other side.

Walking into her room; Corey is in the small cot that they set up for him when he refused to leave her side - he is still fast asleep, a light snore indicating that he is dead to the world. The nurses were just finishing giving Ash her bed bath, so I waited with my back turned until they were done.

"Any changes?" I enquired as they made to leave the room.

"No, she is still stable, which is a good sign Mr. Wilson,"

"Sid, please?" I pressed softly and they nodded, "is there anything that we can do?"

"Just what you have all been doing; talk to her - she can hear you, hold her hand and be patient," they informed me sympathetically.

"Thank you," I replied.

I am not one for sympathy, in fact I would go so far as to say that I hate it. It feels far too much like condescension for my liking. The nurses nodded and quietly left the room.

Glancing at Corey, I didn't want to wake him. The guy had been here since he arrived, and he refused to leave. People can say what they want about Corey but the one thing that they can't accuse him of is being selfish. The man was loyal to a fault.

When we lost Paul, we had all agreed that no matter what; we would ensure that his family were taken care of - they received royalties from the music that Paul had been a part of creating and we had divided the money made from; The Gray Chapter album between Paul's wife, daughter and Ashlee. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

"Morning Ash," I said taking one of the seats next to her bed, and gently I slid my hand into her own, "the nurses say that you are doing well, but we need you to keep fighting honey. You see me and the boys...we all agreed that when your brother died, we would take care of you - and we can't let another Gray down. You see we feel like we have failed you and we need to make that right. So, Ash, you need to fight a little harder for us and I promise you that we won't let you down again and you will not face this alone!"

Corey had explained the Police' theory that Cole was the one responsible for this and that just made me fucking livid. The guy had, had us all fooled - he said that he loved her and that he would die to protect her, that he would make sure that no harm would ever come to her. If he really was the one responsible - he'd better fucking hope the police get to him before I do.

How can you claim to love someone and then do this to them? There is nothing that she could have done that was so bad that would warrant this type of punishment. Just the thought of what he had done to her was enough to make me see red.