doing any damage to his neck or back. Thankfully his airbag
had deployed, but he must have hit his head on the window, because he
was knocked out and there was blood lightly smeared on the glass that
had partially shattered.
I
heard the sirens in the distance, but they didn’t come fast
enough for my liking. I wanted them here now, and it felt like
forever waiting. The couple in the other car was shaken up, and said
they didn’t see him pulling out. It was too late before they
could stop the car. How fast were they driving? This street has a
speed limit of 35 mph, and the damage they did to the side of his car
said they were going much faster. I controlled my fear and panic the
best I was able, and tried to stay as calm as I could for Alex.
I
talked to him, to make sure he stayed awake and coherent. As the
ambulance and police arrived, they went to work doing what needed to
be done. They went in through the other side, something my brain just
couldn’t fathom in my panicked state. It amazed me how they
could look at a scene, see all the blood and stay true to their job.
Soon
Alex was boarded and on a gurney, and as they wheeled him to the
ambulance, the officer on the scene asked for any details we had. I
didn’t see anything as I was inside my home, but told him I
placed the call on seeing what happened. Riding behind Alex to the
hospital, I followed the ambulance to the emergency section of the
hospital and parked my car. Rushing in, I made sure they knew I was
with him, and that he knew I wasn’t going anywhere until I knew
he was okay.
If
I’d invited him in, this wouldn’t have happened. I should
have asked him inside. He’d be okay, and none of this would be
going on. I felt guilt for something I couldn’t control, and
even though I knew it wasn’t my fault, let myself feel the
burden. He wanted to come inside with him – if I’d
agreed…if he stayed…
“ Mrs.
Michaels,” they finally called out to me. “You can come
back now.”
He
had a concussion and would stay the night. The airbag prevented a
much worse scenario, and with a few cuts and a bruise forming on the
side of his face, I breathed a sigh of relief that Alex would be
okay. Sitting beside him, I held his hand. “I was so scared. I
thought I might lose you when you were so still,” I said,
wiping a tear with my spare hand.
“ I’m
right here,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I
exhaled deeply, “Don’t you dare go anywhere, I’m
not through with you yet,” I smiled softly and squeezed his
hand.
They
kept him overnight for observation, and after a few hours I was sent
home. Curled up in bed, I couldn’t get the image of Alex out of
my mind. Seeing him so still, helpless in the car, it gave me a
scare. If something happened…I tried to stop myself from going
there, but my brain kept forcing the issue.
The
night made something painfully aware to me, I had very strong
feelings for Alex Stone, and I think they were teetering on the edge
of love. We didn’t have a traditional relationship, and were
barely dating again, but all the time we spent together in the past
counted. I’d grown to count on his silent strength, and then as
we reconnected all this time later, I think it advanced things
quicker than a normal relationship. Could I truly be in love with the
man that used to stand by my side as my bodyguard?
I
knew the answer to that question, even if I was avoiding the truth –
because the thought of being in love with somebody scared the hell
out of me. The last person I was in love with tore my heart out and
spit on it. I’d have to trust this man to treat me better.
You
really don’t know what the future holds – you walk in
blindly, confessing your feelings, hoping you’ll both cling to
the love that you share. When it reality one of you often shits on
the other, and the entire thing implodes on itself. Look at the
divorce rate… my mind was spinning too fast to keep up, and I
slowly spiraled down the
had deployed, but he must have hit his head on the window, because he
was knocked out and there was blood lightly smeared on the glass that
had partially shattered.
I
heard the sirens in the distance, but they didn’t come fast
enough for my liking. I wanted them here now, and it felt like
forever waiting. The couple in the other car was shaken up, and said
they didn’t see him pulling out. It was too late before they
could stop the car. How fast were they driving? This street has a
speed limit of 35 mph, and the damage they did to the side of his car
said they were going much faster. I controlled my fear and panic the
best I was able, and tried to stay as calm as I could for Alex.
I
talked to him, to make sure he stayed awake and coherent. As the
ambulance and police arrived, they went to work doing what needed to
be done. They went in through the other side, something my brain just
couldn’t fathom in my panicked state. It amazed me how they
could look at a scene, see all the blood and stay true to their job.
Soon
Alex was boarded and on a gurney, and as they wheeled him to the
ambulance, the officer on the scene asked for any details we had. I
didn’t see anything as I was inside my home, but told him I
placed the call on seeing what happened. Riding behind Alex to the
hospital, I followed the ambulance to the emergency section of the
hospital and parked my car. Rushing in, I made sure they knew I was
with him, and that he knew I wasn’t going anywhere until I knew
he was okay.
If
I’d invited him in, this wouldn’t have happened. I should
have asked him inside. He’d be okay, and none of this would be
going on. I felt guilt for something I couldn’t control, and
even though I knew it wasn’t my fault, let myself feel the
burden. He wanted to come inside with him – if I’d
agreed…if he stayed…
“ Mrs.
Michaels,” they finally called out to me. “You can come
back now.”
He
had a concussion and would stay the night. The airbag prevented a
much worse scenario, and with a few cuts and a bruise forming on the
side of his face, I breathed a sigh of relief that Alex would be
okay. Sitting beside him, I held his hand. “I was so scared. I
thought I might lose you when you were so still,” I said,
wiping a tear with my spare hand.
“ I’m
right here,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I
exhaled deeply, “Don’t you dare go anywhere, I’m
not through with you yet,” I smiled softly and squeezed his
hand.
They
kept him overnight for observation, and after a few hours I was sent
home. Curled up in bed, I couldn’t get the image of Alex out of
my mind. Seeing him so still, helpless in the car, it gave me a
scare. If something happened…I tried to stop myself from going
there, but my brain kept forcing the issue.
The
night made something painfully aware to me, I had very strong
feelings for Alex Stone, and I think they were teetering on the edge
of love. We didn’t have a traditional relationship, and were
barely dating again, but all the time we spent together in the past
counted. I’d grown to count on his silent strength, and then as
we reconnected all this time later, I think it advanced things
quicker than a normal relationship. Could I truly be in love with the
man that used to stand by my side as my bodyguard?
I
knew the answer to that question, even if I was avoiding the truth –
because the thought of being in love with somebody scared the hell
out of me. The last person I was in love with tore my heart out and
spit on it. I’d have to trust this man to treat me better.
You
really don’t know what the future holds – you walk in
blindly, confessing your feelings, hoping you’ll both cling to
the love that you share. When it reality one of you often shits on
the other, and the entire thing implodes on itself. Look at the
divorce rate… my mind was spinning too fast to keep up, and I
slowly spiraled down the
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