Forever And Always
Chapter Two: It was you and me
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"A coma? For how long?" The questions continued to leak out of the legend killer's lips, he was in desperate need of answers. His son was in a terrible car accident, and as always, the nurses never liked to give out information.

"I don't know sir," the young nurse answered, "I will get the Doctor for you, he knows the case."

Randy just nodded, "Fine."

Muttering a swear, he went back to the waiting room, where he was met by his good friend. He shrugged, a sigh escaped his lips. John just nodded, as his eyes went back to the previous setting. A small smile came across his face, she was too pretty. He couldn't quite see who she looked like, it was a strong mix between the couple. Overall, the girl was the perfect image of beauty. Her big green eyes went perfectly against her peach skin, and her wavy brunette hair fell below her back. She concentrated on the puzzle in front of her, as she messed with a couple of pieces.

John was grateful that she hadn't shed a tear, none of the two men informed her on what was going on. All she knew was that they wanted to take a trip to the hospital to see all the cool medical devices. He didn't want to see her worried, and hurt. Luckily for him, the only emotion was serious. On the other hand, the man next to him tried his hardest to hold in the pain. He felt like it was his fault for the accident. Tyler was one of the most important people in his life, along with his wife, and daughter.

"Hello," the sound of a deep male voice interrupted Randy's thoughts, "Mr. Orton?"

Randy immediately stood up, over-towering the Doctor.

"Can you please tell me what is going on with my son?"

The doctor nodded, "Well, Tyler broke his arm, and leg. The most severe injury is...the coma. He hit his head pretty bad against the window, we had to take a couple of glass pieces out of his forehead. In result of this coma, well, he could wake up tomorrow, and not remember anything. Then again, he could stay in this coma for several months. We have no estimated time, except two to three months."

Randy inwardly groaned, as his hands went over his face. That was not what he wanted to hear. His son, in a coma?

"He isn't going to.. you know, die?" Randy whispered.

"No, we are certain that he is not."

"Alright," he gulped, "Can we see him?"

With no hesitation, the doctor nodded his head, "Yes, of course."

"Thank you, doctor."

The doctor turned on his heel, as he went to speak with the others waiting in the room. A sigh of relief came through his lips, as he felt a load of his chest. He took a seat back in his chair, and buried his face into his hands.

"What did he say?" asked John with obvious concern.

"He's in a coma," Randy said in a low voice, "They don't know how long, but there is a large chance that if he does wake up from it...."

Before he could finish his sentence, a woman entered the waiting room, her eyes full of worry.

"MOMMY!" The girl's puzzle was placed on the floor, as she instantly leaped toward the twenty-seven year old.

"Hey babe," She scooped up the little girl, hugging her tightly.

"I missed you mommy," the little girl said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"I missed you too," she answered, as her eyes traveled to the two men staring at the brunette, "Hey."

The little girl let go off her mother, and wiggled her way out her grip. She went to her puzzle, lifting it up to show her mother.

"Mommy, look at my puzzle! I'm almost done!"

She smiled weakly, her body stood in front of the two men, "Great job! Continue working on, okay?"

"Okay, mommy."

The two men stood up, and led her to the corner of the room. Forming a triangle, she allowed her hands to grip her waist. John ran a hand through his hair, scared to see the reaction of the young woman.

"Will you please tell me," she pursed her lips, "What is going on."

Randy just nodded, "Tyler is in a coma, and they don't know when he'll wake up."

Her eyes widened, her heart seemed to beat faster. Why now, she didn't understand what was going on.

"You're kidding right," she whispered harshly, "I thought you said the car accident wasn't that bad."

"It was," John continued the conversation, "He was close to dying, he's really lucky."

Her fingers ran through her thick brunette hair, as her mind went into deep thought. She glanced over at her daughter, her dimples clearly showing.

"You didn't tell Lorraine, did you?"

"No," both shook their heads, "She doesn't know a thing."

She quickly nodded, and began walking away from the two men, "Good. Please keep it that way."

"Do you know where his room is?" She was trying her best to keep sane. If it weren't for her daughter, she would have been in the worst state possible.

"Yeah," Randy looked down at his hand, "it's 114, right down that hall."

"Thanks," She turned to the two, "Take Lorraine back to the hotel your staying at. I don't want her to stay in this environment."

"Will do," John smiled.

The woman bit her lip, her heels clicked against the white colored floor. The irony of the whole accident made her shocked, and the thought of him being hurt made her even more upset. She didn't wish for this to happen, although everything between them became...rocky.

Taking in a deep breath, she twisted the door-knob, and entered the dark hospital room. Carefully, she closed the door, and stared at the man in the bed. He was hurt badly, stitches above his forehead, bruises on his face and arms. He was in the worst condition possible.

However, she held back the tears. She couldn't fall apart in this very room, there was something that made her angry.

His drinking.

Why did he have to make himself feel better by drinking?

She pulled a chair, and took a seat right alongside his bed. The continuous beeps from the machines made her feel better, but his closed eyes made her feel bad once more. With her left hand, she grabbed his left one, kissing it lightly.

"Ty," she began, releasing a deep breath, "Hey, it's Hayden."

She didn't expect him to talk to her back. In her ears, the beeping became a bit faster.

It was just a mere coincidence.

"Hopefully, you can hear me," she continued, "Because, if you can't, I'm pretty much talking to myself here."

His face look peaceful, as he always did when he was in a deep slumber. A small smile crept her face, a single tear fell from her eye.

"Four years ago...." she suddenly began, "Four years ago, it was just about you and me."

The beeping became a little bit quicker than before.

And that was when in her mind, she could sense he was listening to her.

"Well, it all began that June, it was Monday Night...."

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