So we're approaching the end of the story guys, don't worry there will be an epilogue and eventually I'll come back to this and edit it and make it the story it was originally suppose to be before life happened. So here we go.
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One week later
Harper's PoV
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Only Ashley had been admitted to the hospital that night. Ashley had broken his leg and sustained severe head trauma. Andy hadn't made it out so lucky. He had nearly broken his neck because of it's turned position when they had hit the truck head-on at eighty-five miles an hour. Besides his neck, which was the most troubling of injuries, he had broken his left leg and shattered his right arm and left wrist. He bled out before the ambulance could arrive. These facts were the only thing that I could think coherently. I had been living in a sort of unaccepting fog for nearly a week. I was sat in my car, drinking his favorite whisky (Sevens) out of a flask and missing him. God I missed him. I sighed and pulled the last cigarette out of the Marlboro Red carton and lit up. I had begun missing the smell of his favorite habit so I picked it up for him. It was my fault afterall. I had killed him so I had to pick up his pieces. I pulled a long drag and closed my eyes, letting the nicotine coarse through my system. The images seared through my mind and reflected off the back of my eyelids forcing me to relive the moment again.
--Flashback one week before--
"What do you mean I can't see him? I'm his..." I stopped for a second and wondered what I was to him now. Now that he had yelled that he was there to break-up with me. Now that I had been caught. "I'm his something and he's probably scared out of his mind and I-" The doctor held a finger up and sighed, drawing my rambling to an end.
"You cannot see Mr. Biersack because they're currently doing an autopsy." I froze with veins full of ice.
"But you don't do autopsies on living people..." I whispered and stared at the doctor in confusion. His eyes looked genuinely sad when he spoke again.
"Mr. Biersack was pronounced dead on site at 9:02 pm." the doctor turned away after speaking and disappeared down a long white hallway. I was frozen in place, my mind unable to comprehend the new information. Andy had ran away from me and got in his car, Ash was probably there for moral support and Andy had to've gotten in the driver's side. And with him that angry Ash wouldn't have argued and would have let him drive. And they must have been talking. Andy was probably shouting, not paying attention because he felt so betrayed. He probably didn't even notice that he was speeding, that the truck was crossing his lane and it was all my fault. I had killed him. I didn't notice that I had started screaming. I didn't notice when the nurses came running and attempted to calm me down. I didn't notice when the security guard had pinned me to the floor and I barely noticed the prick in my arm until I was falling asleep.
--End flashback--
When I came to, the boys- CC, Jake, and Jinxx- had explained to me what happened and when I started shouting again, this time crying as well, they tried to say that it wasn't my fault. That I couldn't have possibly known that Andy would die while escaping me. The boys promised that Ashley would know what had happened when he woke up and that had quieted me. I relaxed slighty knowing that they would all know the truth soon and that I could hate myself along with them.
That was six days ago.
The nurses said that it's unlikely that Ash will wake up soon, but that he would eventually. They were certain he would wake eventually.
Eventually.
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Two months later
Ash's PoV
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"Who are all you people?" I was staring into the excited faces of strangers surrounding what appeared to be a hospital bed. Why was I here?
"Everyone back up and give him some space." I heard the official voice of a doctor as he swept into the room. "Hello, my name is Doctor Addaway. I have some questions for you, but I presume you have some for me as well. So why don't you ask first?" the doctor had a calming voice and it helped ease the throbbing in my head. The pain reminded me of another pain, but I couldn't place the name. It was similar to a headache, but.... more. I furrowed my brow and looked at the Doctor.
"Why can't I remember anything?" I asked curiously. Doctor Addaway appeared concerned, but answered the question without pressing.
"Well you were recently in a car wreck with a Mr. Biersack. Well I use recently quite loosely. You've been in a medically induced coma for about two months since then." He explained, watching my face closely.
"Biersack? That doesn't sound very familiar. What's his first name?" I asked, my head was pounding as I struggled through the thick fog that seemed to encase my memories.
"Andrew. Andrew Biersack. We all called him Andy, he was your best friend." One of the guys sitting in a chair against the wall spoke up, his hands in his hair and his eyes wide with... panic?
"Who are you?" I asked, why did I feel like I was missing something.
"My name is Harper. I was Andy's... boyfriend or... well I was his something."
the guy, Harper, seemed on the verge of tears.
"Why are you referring to him in the past tense?" I asked. This was all very suspicious. What the hell was going on?
"Because he's dead! He's dead and you're the only person that knows what he was thinking when he drove head-on into a fucking truck!" Harper was yelling at this point and some other guy that looked vaguely familiar wrapped an arm around him.
"I don't... I don't remember anything. I...don't..." I stopped and concentrated harder struggling against the oppressive fog. "What the fuck even is my name?" I was beyond frustrated. "Who the hell am I!?" I yelled grabbing my head in both my hands. Migrane. That was the word I was looking for.
"Everyone please leave now. I'm afraid I can't have anyone aggravating my patient any further." Doctor Addaway ushered everyone out and shot me a sympathetic smile. "Rest. I'll ask my questions tomorrow. " I smiled gratefully and closed my eyes falling into a pain-ridden sleep.
