It's Always Been You

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Ethan's POV 

I can feel a pair of rough hands force me back as several police officers rush towards the bridge. My eyes watch in horror as Alex plunges feetfirst towards the ground. My hands go up to my hair, gripping it tightly in my hands. This is all my fault. Several people are yelling at each other, and I watch the whole scene through my parted fingers. Alex somehow turned in the air onto his back,  hitting the ground in the same position. 

I can hear a scream come out of my mouth, as I look at his deformed body. Both of his legs are twisted in opposite directions. I can't tell if he's alive or not, as the paramedics surround him. My body can't move and I watch helplessly as they put his body on a backboard. 

My hands grab for one of their shirts. The blonde-haired guy looks at me, knowing the question. He nods his head, his green eyes looking at me intently. I let out a breath of relief and I can feel everything in my body start to slowly come back together. 

"Can I ride with him?" I ask the paramedic. 

He nods his head. Once they have him in the back, I step up in the space with him. My eyes go over his body, taking in his fragile form. 

"I'll follow the ambulance," his sister tells me before leaving. 

The doors to the ambulance closed once she was gone. I take Alex's hand in mine, not caring what the other people with me think. The blonde-haired guy looks at us briefly, giving me a small smile.

The ride to the hospital was a long one with me continuously looking up and down Alex's body. I make sure to not leave his side, as they move him into the emergency room. A nurse stops me right before the double doors. I let her lead me to the waiting room, a million thoughts and worries going through my head. 

I sink into the chair, bringing my hands up to my face and rubbing it aggressively. My knees are bouncing up and down as the memory replayed itself. I'm rudely interrupted by Alex's dad grabbing me by my shirt and slamming me into the nearest wall. His wife grabs for his arm, but he shoves her off roughly. 

"Did you do this?" His eyes were wild with anger, and I could tell it was taking everything in him to not kill me. 

"No," I tell him. 

"I don't believe you. Before you came, he was fine, now that you're in his life he's different. I swear if he jumped off that bridge because of you I will kill you without a second thought." He lets go of my shirt. 

I fix my shirt, glaring at him. How dare he think this was my fault. I go over to my seat and sink back down into it. His dad sits down a few chairs from me, mumbling to his wife something. She takes his hand in hers, giving him a tight smile. 

Several hours passed by and my body was starting to get tired of being cooped up in this seat. I hear the double doors squeak open, immediately getting on my feet. His parents wake up from their sleep, rubbing their eyes. I wring my hands together to keep me from jumping the doctor. My eyes search his face for some kind of sign that Alex is okay but find none. 

"He'll be fine," I can hear all of us let out a sigh of relief. "Now, he did suffer from extensive injuries, and we had to put him in a medically induced coma to allow his body to rest." 

My relief falls at his words. A coma? 

"Alex suffered a break in his right leg, which we had to insert a metal rod in, and he also suffered from a break in his spinal cord which will most likely result in loss of movement in the lower half of his body." 

It just keeps getting worse. I bring my hands up to my face for the fifth time that night. His sister breaks down beside me, knowing that she was the one to set Alex off. I reach an arm out to her and bring her closer to my side. She covers her eyes, putting her head in my chest. 

"Can I see him?" I ask the doctor. 

"Only one at a time," he replies. 

I look over at his parents. "Do you want to go?" 

They shake their heads. "No, you go." 

I give them a small thanks before moving his sister off me. She sinks down into a chair, still crying. The doctor starts walking and I take that as a motion to follow him. He leads me down the hallway, stopping at a door with Alex's name on it. I thank him and watch him leave. 

My hands are starting to become sweaty as I take a step into the room. I wipe them across my jeans. My eyes land on Alex and my heartbreak at the sight of tubes coming out of his body everywhere. He looks so miserable laying there on life support. I move to the side of the bed, taking a seat in the chair. 

I grab his hand through the metal bars, holding it tightly as the tears roll down my face. Why did he have to do this? My tears come down harder, and I can feel myself starting to close up. I struggle to breathe as I lay my head on the bar. If I had just gone to him sooner and apologized like I had been planning on to, he wouldn't be like this. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper to him not knowing if he can hear me. 

I stare at him for a while, taking in the hospital gown covering the back brace strapped tightly around his waist. There's a metal bar surgically put into his right leg, holding the bone together. This is all my fault. 

*I got to it! I didn't know if I would be able to or not, but I'm glad I was able to! Happy Thanksgiving to you lovelies! Don't forget to vote and comment! :)*