Tamlins pov:
I waited out in the lobby for news of Feyre. They wouldn't let me in there because we weren't married yet. I paced back and forth, she had been in intensive care for over 3 hours...
After what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes, the doctor in charge of her care came out. I rushed over to him. "Is she okay? Is she going to make it? What's the damage?"
"I'm sorry Mr. O'Tool, we've done everything we could. She most likely isn't going to make it. If she does live, she'll most likely be in a coma for a while."
I felt my world crash around me. If only I hadn't taken my eyes off the road. No, that was her fault. If she wasn't so ungrateful for everything I've done for her, this wouldn't've happened..
I awoke to the sound of beeping. Squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights, the room came into focus. I saw the tv, the news anchors talking about the latest thing the president had done.
Registering a pressure on my hand, I looked down. There was a hand holding mine, I followed the arm it was attached to a head of blond hair.
"Tamlin, what happened?" I asked my voice hoarse.
His head shot up, "You're awake." he breathed.
"Yes, what happened?"
"I'll go talk to the doctor about getting you out of here." He said getting up and heading out the door.
"No, wait! Tell me what happened!" but he just kept walking. I sighed, grabbing the remote to change the channel on the tv.
I tried to remember what happened. We were driving home from his work party. We had gotten in an argument, and he had taken his eyes off the road…..
Tamlin came in with a doctor in tow.
"Alright, Ms. Archeron, you're good to go."
After completing the paperwork, we headed to the car. Opening my door for me, Tamlin asked what I remembered. Getting in the car, I told him what little I did remember.
He didn't say anything until after he got in the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Well, after that, I swerved to avoid an oncoming car, and we rolled into a tree. I was fine, and called an ambulance."
"How long was I in the hospital?"
"A month, you were in a coma."
"A month?!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, Feyre, it's nothing to get worked about."
"A coma is not nothing Tamlin!"
"Calm down, Feyre," he said turning to face me, "you can't get too worked up, it's not good for you."
"Tamlin please please keep your eyes on the road," I begged.
"Okay, we're almost there."
The rest of the drive was spent in tense, awkward silence. Tamlin would occasionally glance at me and I'd tense every time he took his eyes off the road. Sensing my unease, Tamlin said, "Soon you'll be Mrs. O' Tool."
"Yes, I can't wait," I said, trying not to laugh, his last name always made me snicker. "I just hope Ianthe hasn't been too worried about me, and the fact that she would have to put the wedding planning on hold."
Tamlin didn't say anything for a while. I noticed his jaw twitch as he pulled up the driveway. He looked a little tense as he walked around the car to open my door.
"What's wrong Tam tam? Is it something with Ianthe?" I questioned getting out of the car.
He hurriedly ushered me inside.
"Tamlin, what is it you're not telling me?" I demanded, turning to face him.
He grimaced, putting his hand on the back of his neck before he replied, "Ianthe and I already worked out the details."
"While I was in a coma?" I demanded, trying not to yell, raising my voice never ended well.
"We finalised everything a week before the party last month, I was going to tell you when we got home. It's going to be on March 17."
"That's in two months! I was in a coma! Would you have rescheduled if I woke up a day before? Or if I didn't wake up in time? Not to mention the fact that you decided everything for me! It's my wedding too, don't I get a choice in it?"
"Feyre please, we'll talk about this tomorrow, you need to rest."
"I've been asleep for a month! I think I'm well rested enough to talk about our wedding!"
"Feyre, the doctor said you need to rest."
"Fine, but don't expect to share my bed anytime soon."
I heard him loose a growl and walked a little faster to my room. I locked the door as soon as it closed behind me. Walking over to the bed, exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks. Not bothering to change, I just lay down and closed my eyes. Tomorrow I'd straighten things out with Tamlin….