Title: Wild Horses

Author: Coffin Of Hope

Rating: M for language and uhm…"compromising situations"

Summary: Wild horses couldn't drag me away After the incident at prom…Ashley's point of view.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. But if you see a character that's not on the show…it's mine. All the lyrics are property of their prospective owners. Really, Mr. Lawyer…must you give me that death glare?

Note: The title comes from a song by The Rolling Stones that was covered by The Sundays….I adore The Sundays version. It's a very good song…look it up, it'll help with the atmosphere of the story.

Chapter One: Aim Snap Fall

I remember running after her. I had to explain. I had to tell her it wasn't what she thought. Sure, I loved Aiden and all, but not like that. Just as a best friend. Not like I loved her. It wasn't a choice really, but Aiden was my best friend…and I really wish he wouldn't make me choose between my love and my best friend…but if I came down to it, I'd choose her every day of the week and twice on Sunday. Ok. That was corny. But you get my drift. I HAD to catch her and tell her before I lost her. That was when it happened.

It's gets a little blurry. Someone yelled "GUN!" then I heard several loud pops and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, tangled up with Kyla underneath Aiden. Twisting underneath Aiden's bulk, I saw Spencer lying a few feet away unmoving and I lost it. I started frantically clawing at the pavement; the only thought on my mind was to get to her. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate as I realized both Aiden and Kyla had hit their heads on the way down and were unconscious…and I was stuck. I somehow managed to extract myself from them and crawled over to where Spencer lay. I thought I was going to be sick when I saw the blood pouring in sticky quarts out of her stomach.

"Oh no no no no" I muttered to myself as I pressed one hand to her wound and the other to her neck. I thanked everyone from God, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, the 3 Wisemen, George Washington and Charlie Brown when I felt a pulse. I lost all my composure and just collapsed on top of her. Keeping pressure on her wound, I pressed my forehead to hers and just closed my eyes.

The rest is lost to me, locked away in some vault in the back of my head only to be remembered in my nightmares. The point of it all is that I'm here. Sitting by her hospital bed watching her sleep. Not the normal peaceful sleep we usually endure, but the expressionless sleep of someone in a coma.

Just as I'm wondering if she'll ever wake up so I can tell her how much I really do love her, her eyelids flicker and suddenly I'm lost in a sea of blue. She blinks sleepily, as if she was only napping and hadn't been in a coma for 2 weeks. Smiling softly, and barely able to contain my joy, I whisper "Hey gorgeous"

She smiles back, but with a slightly confused expression on her face. "Ash?" she whispers, her voice hoarse.

"Right here, Spence" I reply.

"You're here? You've been here?" She asked.

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away"