Broken Hearts - TreeBros Part 2 - The Separate Journeys

Chapter 50

A/N: I am sorry for what you are about to experience.

Evan's POV:

I think I passed out. I'm not sure. Last time I was awake I was in what I think was an ambulance going to the hospital. I am now awake with my eyes slightly open. I glance around to see I'm on a hospital bed. My arm is hooked up to an IV, there's some weird things all over my body. I am in so much pain.

What the heck happened?

I see a nurses face as she glances over towards me.

"Oh you're awake, good." She says.

"W-what happened?" I say.

"You passed out on the ambulance, must have been a big fall." She says.

"I'm sorry but what fall?" I ask.

"Oh, right. You wouldn't know. You got into a motorcycle accident." She says.

"I-I did?" I ask.

Am I dreaming?

She nods. "Pretty bad too, it's already all over the news. Police say it was a 14 year old that hit you."

"A 14 year old?" I ask.

Yeah I must be dreaming. I'll wake up with Connor next to me in a few minutes.

"Yeah. You were pretty beat up. We gave you pain meds and did a couple of surgeries. You holding up well?" She asks.

"Are you sure I'm not dreaming?" I ask.

She sighs. "Unfortunately no. Look I know it's a lot to take in and it doesn't feel real. Honey I'm sorry." The nurse says.

"Sorry... for what? You didn't do anything wrong." I say.

"Did you know the other person with you... on the bike?" She asks.

"Yeah. He's my boyfriend. Where is he?" I ask.

Wait. Where's Connor. Please tell me he's ok. Please tell me he's in better condition than me.

The nurse is quiet for a moment then speaks. "Connor... your boyfriend... he's no longer with us..." She says.

WHAT

I start to panic.

"This must be a mistake, he isn't dead." I say.

"I'm sorry. We tried everything we could." The nurse says.

"No. He must be alive. There's no way he could be dead." I say.

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A few days later...

It wasn't a dream. Connor is dead. The one I loved so dearly is gone.

After a few days I am able to fully function my right arm. I asked the nurses if I could write a letter to Connor and his family. They agreed and handed me a piece of paper and a pen. I begin to write.

Dear Connor,

So this is how you went out. I mean this really isn't something anyone expected. You would be pissed knowing a 14 year old killed you. I know you would. You would be happy I was alive though. You'd rather it be you then me. I'd rather be there with you though. My body is in tremendous pain and doctors say it may take months to a year for my body to fully heal and fully function again. What I do know is my physical pain is no where near as bad as my emotional pain. I've been crying my eyes out everyday since the accident. I miss you more than you could ever imagine and life will not be the same without you. I wish you were here but I know if you did live, you'd be in a horrible condition. You'd probably have a metal leg or some crazy shit and you'd complain about it for the rest of your life. Well I guess now you can complain to Satan himself about how a 14 year old killed you. I would say God but we all know you went to hell Connor. Dammit. A 14 year old. Can you believe it? I can't. Shit Connor. I love you so much and I can't wait to join you someday in Hell.

Sincerely,
Me.