“It’s your funeral,” Elmer’s called after her.

When Spencer finally made it outside and found Ashley out back and around the corner she was surprised at what she saw. The rocker held on limply to an unlit cigarette with her back against the wall staring down at the floor as if in a trance.

Spencer quietly approached her, “Ashley?”

“Don’t,” Ashley replied looking up at the blonde. “Don’t say anything.” She ordered with a shaky voice. “Please?”

Spencer remained quiet and nodded. The brunette tossed the forgotten cigarette on the floor. She walked towards Spencer and set her forehead on the blonde’s shoulder. She suddenly began to sob heavily. Spencer automatically wrapped her arms around the distraught rocker.

After a good twenty minutes Ashley lifted her head up from the blonde’s shoulder. She gave Spencer a thankful small smile. “Thanks Angel, I needed that.”

“Anytime,” Spencer whispered as she whisked some hairs from the rocker’s face. “Do you think you want to go visit Kyla.”

Ashley shook her head, “I can’t,” she responded. “Not right now, I just can’t Spence. I need some time before…”

“I understand,” the blonde nodded. “Do you want to see Ryan?”

“Sure,” the rocker replied in a strange voice. Ashley walked passed Spencer and into the hospital. The blonde frowned in slight confusion as she watched the brunette go. It seemed as if the rocker was up to something.

“Could you give us a little private time baby,” Ashley asked as they stood outside of Ryan’s hospital room.

Spencer nodded and gave the rocker a light kiss, “Of course, I’ll be in the waiting room with Aiden if you need anything okay?”

“Okay,” Ashley replied. She waited until the blonde was completely out of sight before she entered the room. She noted Ryan was still asleep. When she shut the door however, he began to stir.

He opened his eyes, “Ashley,” he whispered hoarsely.

“It’s me,” She replied taking a seat next to his bed.

“Is Kyla okay,” he asked quickly. His voice full of concern.

“She’s alive.”

Ryan sighed relieved. “Oh, thank God,” he said with a big smile.

“She’s in a coma,” Ashley added flatly.

His smile faltered, “What,” he asked not quite sure he heard her right.

“Kyla is in a comma,” the rocker repeated. “The doctor said she suffered some brain damage.”

Ryan was at a loss for words. He felt as if he was going to be sick. The bass player covered his mouth in shock. His eyes began to water.

“What happened during the accident,” Ashley questioned quietly.

“Um,” Ryan began. “It was raining, really hard and I … I could barely see anything, the rain was so thick it almost looked like snow. We were trying to see through it to pick out a Starbucks and,” He began to struggle with his words as he started to cry. “I was looking over to my left and I didn’t realize I was going through an intersection. I heard … I heard Kyla scream and this red truck came out of nowhere and… I … I hit the brake but it was too late.” He took a strangled breath. “The truck … the truck hit Kyla’s side and we flipped.”

Ashley too began to cry. Ryan shook his head, “I’m so sorry Ashley.” He said in between sobs.

“You did this to her,” the rocker cried as she stood up from her seat. “You fucking monster you almost killed my baby sister,” she yelled as she grabbed his collar and pulled him close. Her eyes looked as if they were on fire, “I should kill you!”

“I didn’t mean to,” The bass player cried. “I’m so sorry. Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“I hate you,” Ashley hissed tossing his back against the bed. “I never want to see your face again!” She said wiping the tears from her eyes. “You’re dead to me. I better not see you around her ever! You’re fired!”

“Ashley, don’t do this,” he whispered as she opened the door.

“It should’ve been you,” Ashley replied as she walked backwards out the door. “Not Kyla. She didn’t deserve this.” Were her last words before she left the room.

Ryan immediately broke down. “I know,” he cried. “It should’ve been me.”

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