One week later:
Tyler's POV
Everyone hits a rock bottom phase in their life. This was mine.
Kenny's stress level was still critical and wouldn't go down. Well, it did go down by only three digits, but it wasn't the result we wanted.
It's been a week now since she passed out.
Her infection is getting better, and her immune level has gone up by ten digits.
My girl is making progress.
The last week has been very depressing for Erin, Danica, and me.
Erin's been so afraid of Kenny not recovering. She's been visiting the prayer room in the hospital quite regularly.
Danica's very quiet. She keeps staring at Kenny all day when Erin's in the prayer room. She holds Kenny's hand and talks to her, telling her how much she misses her.
And me, I'm terrible. I have so much going on in my head right now.
Will my girl be alright? Will I be able to save her? How long will she be like this? I'm going to kill Ally. This was happening because of her. I miss Kenny so much.
I miss talking to her.
Will I lose her?
The thought of losing Kenny made me feel so insecure. So vulnerable.
Day after day, Erin, Danica, and I kept talking to an unconscious Kenny.
We talked to her as if she were conscious and could hear us. We told her about the way we spent our day and how we missed her being a part of it.
We took turns monitoring her and looking out for any signs of her recovery. We waited for the slightest movement.
But nothing happened. At least not this past week.
I still visited my girl every day at seven o'clock.
Erin and Danica were good enough to leave the room and allow me to spend some time with her. Alone.
Today was a day like every other.
I sit on her bed and hold her right hand, which is wrapped in wires.
Her hands felt so perfect in mine, yet so different this time.
I held her hand as tight as I could, but she wouldn't hold mine back.
I couldn't help but cry. I broke down completely.
"I love you, Kenny. I'm trying everything to bring you back. I miss hearing your voice and your laugh," I say in between tears.
I lean in and kiss her.
Her lips tasted so different. So cold.
They missed the warmth, like the other times I kissed her.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I assumed it was my family and ignored it.
I broke the news to my family about Kenny and me the next day of our proposal. They were all so happy. And then, almost four days later, I tell them how critical she is.
Nothing is more important than Kenny right now. I could call them later and tell them that I didn't answer because I was with her.
My phone vibrates again... and again.
I pull my cell phone out of my pocket with my free hand.
I had three text messages.
Alexa: Ty, babe, how are you?
Alexa: Wanna come over for dinner? I can make you feel better.
Alexa: Oops, that wasn't supposed to come out like that ;)
Ever since Kenny passed out, I didn't care about anything.
I'd do my basic duty of visiting all the patients on this floor and checking with the doctors and staff. I'd be in my cabin for the rest of the day and think about Kenny before I went to visit her every evening.
Alexa had gotten close to me this past week. Or at least she tried to.
Well, she wasn't as annoying as I thought she was.
She was caring and concerned about me.
Or so I thought.
"If there's anything I can do to help you, I'm only one call away," she said to me the other day.
It sounded more like Charlie Puth's lyrics to me than her own words.
Right now, I want to be with my girl. So no, I wouldn't be going to Alexa's for dinner.
I'd probably have a wrap on my way back home and drown myself in research on Kenny's health.
My life was falling apart. I have never been this upset in my life.
I wanted to talk to someone, to tell them how helpless I felt right now, but I didn't have any friends whom I could talk to.
The only person I trusted was here, motionless, and if things didn't go right, she would be lifeless too.
I didn't have anyone else to talk to. Alexa has been good company for the past week.
Well, something's better than nothing.
More like, someone's better than no one.
We made small talk and chatted lightly about general topics.
I wonder how we'd talk about deep, meaningful stuff.
Definitely not the way Kenny and I do.
My phone vibrates in my left hand again.
Alexa: Ty, reply to me. I'm worried. Are you coming over?
I'm slightly irritated because I'd want only Kenna to call me Ty.
My phone vibrates another time.
Alexa: I'm here if you want to talk about anything.
Tyler: Cool, text me your address.
She replies barely a minute later, texting me her address.
It was a fifteen-minute drive away from here and almost thirty minutes away from my place.
It was time for me to go.
I kissed my girl, tasting her cold lips one more time and then her forehead, before exiting the room.
On my way out, I see Erin and Danica returning to the room.
"Bye Tyler," Erin says before entering the room.
"Bye, Erin," I say, watching her walk in.
"Are you okay, boy?" Danica raises her eyebrows.
"No, but I'm trying," I answer grimly.
She nods and walks into the room as I walk towards the elevator.
.
.
Five minutes later, I was driving away in my Jaguar as I followed the GPS to my destination.
Alexa's place.
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A/N:
Hey guys! I'm sorry for not updating for a while.
Also, sorry because this chapter is shit, but then I had to come up with something because the story has to catch up. I'm planning to end this book by Chapter 30.
Also, any thoughts on Tyler going to Alexa's place? Comment your thoughts.
-Carita D'Costaâ¤ï¸