I peeled out of the driveway in my bright red 67' Chevelle. I knew he'd be at Buck's by now, working the night shift. I sped down the highway, the night sky closed in around me, fog creeping up in the distance. I don't care if he cheated, I still have to tell him that I love him. Headlights peered over the horizon, reaching me all too quickly. By the time my foot reached the brake, it was too late, and the darkness overtook me.
My eyes blinked open as my surroundings were made clear. The bright lighting caused my head to pound. I moved my left arm and immediately froze, cursing so loud I'm sure the whole hospital heard. I hadn't even noticed there was someone next to me until she reached out and touched my other arm.
"Carefully baby. You broke your collar bone." Her face instantly warmed me.
"Gemma?" I was surprised to see her.
"Don't worry, I came alone." She smiled, stroking my hair. "Do you remember anything?"
I replayed the events of last night through my head.
"Someone hit me?" I questioned more so than stated. She nodded.
"Rhyan...Owen is the one who hit you." She said.
My breathing stopped and I was frozen again. My own brother was the very reason I was lying in a hospital bed. He had to have been drunk, or heavily medicated. He was driving on the wrong side of the road for Christ's sake. My death could have been a likely possibility.
"Is he okay?" I asked, concerned.
"We don't know. He hasn't woken up yet."
We sat in silence for a moment, dwelling in the possibilities.
"How did you know about the accident?" I knew that no one in the gang would think to talk to someone from California if anything were to happen to Owen or me.
"I'm listed as your emergency contact." She answered.
"My head is pounding." I squinted.
"I'll get the doc." Gemma left the room and returned a moment later with Dr. Winston.
"You're lucky Rhyan, this could have been a lot worse." He informed.
"Well, I don't feel very lucky." I said, referring to the ache in my body that made me feel like puking. He glanced over the chart in his hand. "That's because you broke the left side of your collar bone, hence the sling" He pointed to my arm. "hyperextention, also known as whiplash, so you will be experiencing headaches for a while, and you have an enlarged spleen, so you're going to have to take it easy for a while, but it looks like you're going to be just fine."
I sighed. "Can I see my brother?"
I was taken down the hallway in a wheel chair and left alone with the slumped body that looked like my brother hooked up to multiple beeping machines. I stared at him for the longest time.
"You idiot." I shook my head and sighed. "Dammit Owen!" My voice rose, as I punched him in tha arma s hard as I could, with tears trickling down my face. After what felt like hours of sitting there mad and scared, Gemma took me back to my room. I had an empty ache inside my chest ever since I woke up and hadn't seen him there. I entered the room and my eyes fell upon that smirk, soothing my aching chest.
"Dallas!" He was at my side in an instant, kneeling down by my chair.
"Rhyan I didn't cheat on you, it was all Scarlet I swear..."
"I know." I said softly, braking his word vomit. "I don't care, I just need you here." He gently kissed me.
"Let's get you back to bed." Gemma started to help me from the wheel chair when Dallas interrupted.
"I'll do it." He carefully lifted me from the chair and tucked me back into bed. "Where were you going at three in the morning?" he asked.
"I was on my way to see you." His mouth twisted.
"I'm gonna kill the son-of-a-bitch who did this to you Rhy."
I started to laugh, but when it brought pain to every inch of my body I awkwardly stopped and addressed the look of confusion playing on his face.
"Owen is the one who hit me Dal." My response instantly snapped that darkness within him.
"Are you shitting me?" That fucking bastard." His knuckles turned white from squeezing the bed rail so tightly.
I was able to go home three days later. Dallas took off work, refusing to leave me alone with Scarlett. He helped me shower, get dressed, and attempted to do my hair and cook my meals. Gemma spent most of the time at the hospital with Owen.
The minute that Owen walked through the front door, Dal went swinging, and Gemma had it out with him. When I got the news that the last year of Owen's life was absent from his memory, I was heart broken. As far as he knew he was still in Cali with the Sons, the very thing I wanted him to escape. And regardless of his opinion, I knew that he had made progress without them. Our friends and our life here in Tulsa no longer existed to him. When he and Gemma discussed his best option, I didn't like it one bit.
I laid in my bed next to Dal that night. I needed to tell him was I was going to tell him right before the accident, regardless if he felt the same way or not.
"So, how'd my car turn out?" I was afraid to ask.
Dal shook his head, "I'm afraid even Soda couldn't save it."
"Damn!" I said, followed by a moment of silence."Thank you for taking care of me..."
He smirked. "What kind of guy would I be if I didn;t care for my injured girlfriend?" he joked.
"A guy like Dallas Winston." I laughed.
"Yeah. You're messing with my rep kid." He said.
Then all seriousness took me. "Dal, I wasn't coming to talk you about Scarlett that night." He looked intrigued.
"I was coming to tell you something..."
"Tell me what?"
I hesitated, but forced the word out of my mouth.
"I love you Dal."
