Ryan's POV, totally into doing this POV today apparently. Anyhow next chapter will be back to Taylor's POV and it will explain what happens to her and Oliver both in the car. Yay for killing Oliver! I'm evillllllll!
Chapter 23
I'm an idiot. This is my fault that Taylor's currently lying in this hospital bed fighting for her life. I had gotten a call only an hour before telling me there was an accident. Oliver's car hit an 18 wheeler head on. Oliver's dead. Taylor's not doing much better. I shouldn't have let Oliver blackmail me like this. I could have stopped this. I could have prevented this.
Apparently they had found my number in Taylor's phone and thought to call me since they couldn't get a hold of her mother. Someone needed to know she was hurt. My head is pounding thinking about everything. This isn't right. This is wrong, terribly wrong.
She's out of surgery now. She had internal bleeding. Her right leg and right arm are both broken. She's got a concussion and she's not even close to waking up. I don't even care that I shouldn't be here. I don't care that if someone saw me holding this girls hand that they would ask questions. I shouldn't have cared in the first place. She matters too much to me.
As strange as it is I told them I was her brother. It was the only way I could be there with her. I held onto her hand tightly wishing that she'd just open her eyes or move or something other than just lay there like she's doing right now. I've been trying to call her mom but the number I had found in Taylor's cell phone wasn't going anywhere but to voicemail. Then I remembered she was in Cabo, of course she wouldn't have her phone turned on. So her daughter's laying up in a hospital bed a week before Christmas and she has no fucking clue.
The doctors said she probably won't be waking up for awhile, he said I should go home and get rest. I told him that wasn't happening. I wasn't leaving her side until she was awake and she knew that I didn't mean to break up with her. That I really do love her. I haven't left the house since Friday when I told her we should see other people. In an hour it will be Wednesday.
"Hello?" I answer my ringing cell phone. It's Marissa.
"Ryan, can you come and get Kingsly?"
"Marissa it's 11 pm what in the hell could you be doing that you need me to come pick up our son?" I'm probably sounding annoyed.
"He won't stop crying and I haven't slept in so long, Ryan! Please just come get him." She begs.
"I'm busy, Marissa."
"Too busy to take your son? I see where your fucking priorities are Ryan. To think I still love you." She snaps. She still loves me? How in the hell can you love someone still if you cheat on them? I didn't love her when I cheated on her with Taylor.
"You don't love me, Marissa. I know you want me to get the boy so you can fuck the guy you cheated on me with." I growl.
"You act like you aren't fucking someone, Ryan. You act like I don't know that you cheated on me!"
"Yeah I did and I was happy with her. Very happy. I never loved you, Marissa. You were safe and willing to marry me." I speak low not wanting anyone to hear my conversation with her.
"I hate you, Ryan!" And with that the other line went dead. I chuckled taking my phone away from my ear and slipping it in my pocket.
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I've been sitting in this hospital room for two days. I'm tired and it's possible that I smell. I haven't gone home since I first got here. No one's asked me who I am again and I don't know anyone who works here so it just doesn't matter.
Taylor hasn't improved but she hasn't gotten worse either. So I'm only guessing that's a good thing. They are still trying to get a hold of her mother but are still not able to.
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It's Christmas Day. I've barely left her side this entire time. I'm supposed to be going over to Marissa's to visit my son but I'm scared to leave her. If I leave it's possible she might wake up and if she wakes up and I'm not here I doubt I'd be able to forgive myself. I just wish she'd open her eyes and smile at me.
She shouldn't be in a coma today. She should be wide awake happy. We should be spending this day together. I guess in a way we are because I'm not leaving her today. I'll lie to Marissa again, I can't leave and risk her waking up.
I lean up in my chair and reach for her hand again. "Please, baby, just wake up. Just look at me with those amazing eyes and tell me you're okay. Please…Taylor." It's almost like I'm begging. In a way I guess I am. "You mean everything to me, Taylor Townsend and I refuse to let you get away from me. I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry that I broke up with you. I'm sorry that I listened to Oliver. I need you to wake up, Taylor."
Nothing.
I won't give up. She's going to wake up and I'll be sitting right next to her when she does.
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Last night I was woken up people rushing in and out of the room. Taylor's heart stopped. They had revived her but it killed me just watching all of that go on. Now I'm scared.
I want to hold her in my arms. I want to kiss her soft lips and make her believe me when I say everything will be just fine after this is all over.
Marissa bitched me out yesterday. She said that my son needs me in his life and I'm not even caring about him. She says I'm probably fucking some whore instead of spending time with Kingsly. She's wrong, very wrong.
My head is pounding again as I watch Taylor. She's got a tube down her throat helping her breath. The doctor told me her lung had collapsed. I wish I could make this all better for her.
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It was midnight when I felt the squeeze come to my hand. I had instantly woken up from my sleep to look over at Taylor and see her eyes open wide. She looked scared. "Let me get the doctor." I say smiling a little.
The doctor comes in. He says she's going to be just fine but she'll need to stay in the hospital a couple more days and he says it'd be a good idea if we could get a hold of her mother but I tell him she's in Cabo. He seems to understand and says that she can just sign herself out when she leaves.
"You feeling okay?" I ask her. The tube that was in her throat had been removed an hour and a half ago. She nods giving me a slight smile.
"I love you." I lean over and kiss the top of her head. She flinches a little but when I look in her eyes I know she's happy that I said that. I meant it. I always mean it when it comes to Taylor. There's no hiding my feelings with her. It's all so real. It's scary to think that I could love someone like I love this 17 year old.