Chapter 33: Wake Up


    July passed with fireworks on the beach for the Fourth of July. August came and it was time to


    celebrate Hayden’s birthday. He liked to rub it in my face that he was a year older than me. We


    celebrated in private. We stayed in the apartment and I let him do whatever he wanted. He enjoyed


    that. September brought our one year anniversary. We hadn’t really nned anything in particr but I


    knew we would probably end up staying in.


    “What do you want to do today? It’s your day,” Hayden said. I sighed and smiled.


    “I don’t know. I’m perfectly fine staying here,” I said.


    “Let’s go for a drive,” he suggested. “We could go to the beach,” he added. I kissed him gently.


    “That sounds good,” I finally agreed. We got in our swimsuits and grabbed towels and whatever else


    we needed. It was tuning out to be a beautiful day for September. It was nice and warm outside with


    very few clouds. We rolled the windows down in his truck and sted the music. Problem by Ariana


    Grande and Iggy Azalea was ying. Iughed and threw my head as I yelled the lyrics. Hayden yelled


    them with me. A horn sounded. I looked over through the driver’s side window just in time to see the


    headlights from an 18-wheeler. Then everything went ck.


    I gasped for air as my eyes shot open. I tried to remember what happened. I coughed on the dry air


    and looked around. The first think I saw through the fog was Hayden’s still body. His head was against


    the airbag. I looked over his body to check for any injuries. My eyes watered as I saw blood pooling in


    the seat. The door was crushed against him. I could hear an ambnce in the distance, but it didn’t


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    calm me down at all.


    “Hayden,” I croaked. There was a stabbing pain in my side but I didn’t care. “Hayden, please wake up,”


    I cried. The paramedics came and got Hayden out of the car. They put him on a gurney and took him


    away before another paramedic came and tried to tend to me. You know how they say that things move


    in slow motion after a wreck? They were dead wrong. It seemed like everything around me was


    spinning at 90 miles per hour. Every single noise was loud and present, making my head pound. I


    leaned over as bile pushed its way out of my stomach. They strapped me down on a stretcher and took


    me to the hospital too. They tried to wheel me in but I refused. I walked through the doors just in time to


    see them wheeling Hayden in.


    “No!” I yelled. I rushed forward only to be held back by strong arms. I crumbled as the tears streaked


    down my face. My knees hit the ground but I didn’t care. I was watching as they wheeled Hayden away


    on the gurney. The doctor who was holding me back was trying to asses my injuries but I couldn’t feel


    anything but the stabbing ache in my heart as it pounded furiously against my chest. The doctors


    practically dragged me into a room and strapped me down. I was drugged. I sobbed as the drugs took


    over. I had an ache in my heart and probably a bruised rib, but I was worried about Hayden. I didn’t


    want to sleep not knowing how Hayden was, but I didn’t have a choice.


    I woke up feeling groggy. I tried to think back to what happened. I let out a shaky breath as it all came


    rushing back to me. The ident. Hayden. My heart started racing. I had to know if he was okay. I


    could hear the heart monitor speeding up. I couldn’t help it. The door to my room opened and a doctor


    walked in as I started hyperventting. She tried to calm me down.


    “Hayden; where’s Hayden? Is he okay? Where is he?” I asked through shallow breaths. The doctor


    touched my arm gently.


    “Try to calm down. Take deep breaths. I really don’t want to sedate you again,” she said. I did as she


    asked. I tried to take deep breaths and eventually, I could. I stopped hyperventting and looked at her.


    “What’s going on?” I asked a bit calmer.


    “I don’t want to tell you. I fear if I do, it will only worsen your condition,” she said hesitantly. My heart


    started speeding up again as I thought of the worse.


    “Hayden McCormick is still in surgery. It can still go either way,” she informed me. That calmed me a


    little. The doctor seemed young. I couldn’t imagine any other reason she would’ve told me that but I''m


    d she did. I needed some sort of reassuring that he was still alive.