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"Tyler, Tyler, TYLER!" Yelled Megan, Ashley's mom.

"What? God, what?" Tyler jumped. He looked around and remember that he was in the hospital. He looked at the clock that was on the wall. It said 2:13 A.M. He had been asleep for 20 minutes.

"The doctor wants to talk to us."

Tyler was scared. He had never been more scared in his life. He hated hospitals. The last time he was in the hospital his mom was dieing of cancer. Now for all he knew his girlfriend was dieing too.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Matthews. Please follow me." They walked somemore until they were in a small white room. On the walls were pictures of the doctors family. His kids, his wife, his dog.

Lucky Bastard

Tyler couldn't help but feel hatred for him. He was lucky. He didn't get in a crash that could cost his wife her life. He didn't know what it was like to be in this situation, yet by the look on his face he looked like he had done it a million times before.

"First I need you to understand that Ashley is in a critical condition." Tyler heard Megan sniffle.

"She had broken 4 ribs, there is some head trama, her right are is broken, and there is major internal bleeding. We have stopped the bleeding, but the head trama might not heal. I'm sorry. There is about a 30% chance that she will live. I'm sorry that I have to tell you this, but you are aloud to go talk to her now."

Tyler felt his heart contract. He was going to lose Ashley, the only girl he ever actually loved. He wanted to kill himself. He wanted to take the breath from his lungs and die. He walked out of the room and walked down the hallway. He walked into Ashley's room and saw her laying here. Helpless, Vulnerable, even Scared. He started to cry. He knelt down next to her bed and took her hand.

"Ashley, I'm so sorry."