All I Can See Is You (Private : ~Dreams~)

Stuck like a melody in my head
In the bed of my truck
By the light of the midnight moon
Baby I see you
I see you by Luke Bryan

The blonde stormed from the home, slamming the door behind her as she left, tears streaming down her face as she left. To say she was upset was understatement, like a major one. She had never had heartbreak like this before, and honestly through High School she had been the heart breaker. But now she knew how it felt to have her heart broken. She thought he had been the one, her everything, her other half. Guess not. It all came crashing down in a nasty fight. They had quarrels and bickers before but this time it was different. Something seemed to snap in him and he lashed out, the strike had hit her in the right eye and she could already feel her eyes swelling and bruising up. They never had this problem. He never once had struck out at her, but it stung that he had and she couldn't figure out what happened.

The fight had been over why he wasn't home anymore, a reasonable question which she simply had said if he no longer wanted to be together all he had to do was say it. But then a fight broke out and screaming ensued. She hadn't been prepared for it and yelled a few hateful words, which she assumed hit more than a nerve as his fist came flying towards her, knocking her to the ground. She had gotten up and they both just stared at each other for a moment. She then darted through the house, grabbing the few things she kept there and heading for the door. He had tried to block the door telling her had been an accident but she only shot him a glare and snapped out, "We're done."

She was heartbroken unsure of what the hell was going on. But she did know she had to get the hell out of that home. The young twenty-four year old sat in her old 1990 Toyota Corolla GTS Coupe she had bought off her Uncle when she turned seventeen. The Old Thing stuttered to life as she turned the key. Tears streaming down her face. Was she over reacting to this whole thing? Probably. But he hit her! He never once laid a hand on her in a fit of rage and she was confused and upset. She looked to her driver's side window as his figure had now taken it up and she only cracked the window, "Sasha, come on, come back inside. Please? I swear it won't happen again." How was she supposed to believe that? She had no idea but shook her head. Hitting her was not something she could get over.

She stepped on the gas as tears streamed down her face. She sped from the driveway and down the street. Her bright red coupe disappearing from his view after she turned down a side street. The town she lived in was a growing town on the side of a mountain. At the bottom of a mountain the Ranger River moved angrily, rushing and splashing against it's river bed from the all the rain the day before and earlier this evening. The roads of the mountain were slick, winding, and mostly all downhill from her ex's place. She wiped tears from her eyes as she no longer paid any attention to the speed she was going. Rounding the tight turns of the mountain she really should have been going a lot slower. She rounded one corner and quickly jerked the wheel sharply to the right as a truck horn blared and it's lights shot into her eyes.

She was spinning, her feet trying to hit the brakes, the squeal of the brakes as they tried to work and get the car to stop. The tires, slipping as the car spun off the road, tumbling once, twice, a third time as a scream ripped through her throat and her arms instinctively came up to protect her face and head milliseconds before the passenger side slammed into a large oak tree bringing the car to a sudden halt. Her ears were ringing, everything seemed to be spinning as she tried to focus her blue eyes on anything. Her fingers moved to get the seatbelt off with a click as she open her mouth she could taste the copper of her blood and feel the glass in her mouth. She saw a hand reach in and shut the car off, when had someone gotten here? Her blues looked to the person but clearly weren't focusing on them. They were talking, and she was trying to make out what they were saying, "Leg." She managed out as she figured out the question. It had been are you alright? Anything hurt more than others? Or maybe something along those lines... she thought that is what they were asking. Her leg had searing pain in it now as her adrenaline had run out. Her blue eyes looking to leg now, her pale blue skinny jeans ripped and torn, blood oozing from where glass had cut her legs, and her left leg appeared stuck from how the door and dash board caved in. Her right she could move but her left was just painful.

The person walking to the crumpled car would see the red Toyota Coupe crumpled, the roof slightly caved in, every window broken and smashed. The passenger side door was completely caved in. No one should have survived upon walking up to it that would be their first impression. Upon looking inside the dashboard had snapped in two, the passenger side halfway through the passenger seat, but the driver's side had remained relatively intact with the exception of caving downwards on the left side, trapping her left leg. The airbags were all deployed and now since deflated, the blonde in the driver's seat appeared dazed, confused, and probably with a concussion as her eyes were in-focusing on the person who approached.

OOC ..... I got carried away and am generally pretty bad at starting posts, but I think this is pretty good. XD

Sasha's head felt like it was spinning. She felt her body be lifted from the car and layed down on the wet grass beside it. She wanted to complain about the mud, but considering everything she barely got out a, "Thank you." As she heard him calling 911. Her whole body felt bruised or broken. She wasn't sure what it was but everything hurt. She moved her hands to cover her face, as if blocking her eyes would hide her from him and the embarrassment she felt in that moment. She couldn't figure it out, she didn't think she was going that fast. But she had to have been to take the turn and almost hit the truck.

She tried to sit up but decided against it when her head started to spin once more, laying back down her ears listened for anything as she now had her right arm over her eyes so her elbow was directly over where the bridge of her nose was. She muttered to herself as she tried to figure out exactly what happened. She felt the tree hit the car. She remembered jerking the wheel to try to avoid the head on collision. She felt the car spin but as she turned her head, lifting her arm slightly so she could see the banged up car, she didn't remember it rolling but it had to have.

She heard sirens as they approached and her eyes looked to the young man who seemed concerned yet interested. She couldn't figure out how he had gotten there so fast and didn't remember passing anyone on the dark road, but then again she had to admit she wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings as she had been driving. Maybe she had passed him? She couldn't tell.

The sirens got closer and then the lights and noise started. The small growing town had a quick response time, but at the same time it also was known for it's rumors as that was what a lot of people lived for. The noise threw her off along with the sudden flashing lights and bright lights coming towards her. One person was talking to her and another to the young man, she focused in on the Paramedic that was talking to her before her eyes looked to the cop who also seemed interested. She wasn't sure who to listen or respond to first and the sudden noises were overwhelming her. Her head was already scattered as normal, considering her ADD, but now this is just sending her over the edge of overwhelmed. Tears started to form and she managed out, "I don't know." To the questions they asked. She heard the Paramedic ask for her name and she knew that answer, "Sasha Langley." The proceeded to recite where she lived, something that had been drilled into her since childhood. Even though she no longer lived at her childhood she still told them the address she now lived at. She felt someone playing with her leg and almost snapped at them but thought better of it and fell silent as tears fell.

//was tying my hair up and I just let off a scream (I don't even know what it was) of surprise as the hair tie snapped and shot across the room hitting my dog XD I have never seen my one dog move so fast in her life XD//

Sasha was dumbfounded with all the questioned and felt them move her around. She went to sit up but someone gently pushed her back down telling her to just remain flat. The following half hour from the crash to the hospital and the various Doctors and Nurses in to check her leg, head, and various other scratches felt like hours. The blonde watched as she now was sitting up slightly in her hospital bed waiting for the results of her concussion test as a cop entered the room. He started asking her various questions on what happened and she did her best to answer them. It was odd though because he then accused her of drinking and driving and she denied it, several times. She hadn't had any kind of alcohol since last Friday.

She watched the cop write down her statement before leaving. She watched as a stranger entered her room and she watched him curiously. He wasn't a doctor or a nurse as she could tell by his clothing. Yet she was sure he seemed familiar. It took her a second before she spoke, "You pulled me from the car." She stated, more so than simply asking the question. But then again she could have easily been asking a question too.

"Thank you. For helping me.... how did you get here?" She was curious about the guy, but still held some reservations as she was unsure about him. She still had no memory of passing anyone and she was sure he didn't live on the property that she crashed the car into. Sasha had every right to be curious and she added, "Sasha Langley." She held out her hand that had a bruise on the back of it from banging it during the crash.

"Yeah... Everyone has been saying that, but honestly I have no idea how I even managed to survive. The one Doctor who picked out all the glass from leg said that I better say a thanks to whoever is watching out for me." She laughed lightly before adding, "Nice to meet you, Ricky." She really didn't end up questioning the comment that he walked because she had no sense of time at the moment. it had felt like hours since the accident with needles pricking her, nurses and doctors jabbering on and on, and so seeing someone who was not a Cop, Nurse, or Doctor was relieving to the blonde.

She took a deep breath and added, "You can sit if you want. You're probably the only person who will be joining me in the room anyway. My Parents moved to Florida last year, so they are trying to get a flight up." She said, clearly annoyed before huffing, "Why today of all days did I crash? It could have been any other day than today..." Her eyes then narrowed as she looked passed Ricky at a tall shadow in the doorway. "If I wanted you here, I would have called." Her tone becoming harsh towards the tall figure, her right eye sporting the shiner he had given her.

"Sasha, stop. I heard over the Scanner that it was a red Toyota Coupe and the girl was alive. Last I checked you weren't answering my calls." The guy spoke with clear worrying in voice.

"Again if I wanted you here I would have called. Now get out, Charlie." She said, it was clear she was uncomfortable with the tall black haired man in the room who was her ex and she glanced at Ricky as if to apologize before her blue eyes looked at the Charlie once more. "out."

"You are clearly confused."

"No I'm not. I don't want you here, Charlie, now please get out."

"Fine." The male grumbled out before leaving the room clearly angry and irritated as his attempt at caring for her failed miserably.

Sasha glared after the taller man before looking to Ricky, "Yeah.... sadly. He's a jerk. Acts all kind and sweet and then during a fight-" She thought better not to say as he voice drifted off. She wasn't even sure what she saw in the guy. Yeah he was handsome but her friends had said something was off about him and boy where they right. He never laid a hand on her until tonight but that didn't mean he never called her crude names and berated her like she was nothing. She was pretty sure half her friends had long since forgotten about her.

"So what where you doing walking on that road? You were walking right?" She askedturning her attention to Ricky as she watched put his elbows on his thighs and interlock his fingers. He was intriguing to say the least, but part of her warned to keep away that something wasn't right. She wanted to chalk it up to paranoia after the fight earlier that evening, but she couldn't help it. She just assumed that something was off. Sasha honestly was alright with him, besides the least she could do was be friendly to the guy who helped her live. Without him she would probably be dead in the car by morning or worse off than she was now. Either way she was grateful he had been around when she crashed. She owed him at least a little kindness.

Her mind drifted off slightly as her eyes scanned the room, looking around at the various instruments. Her eyes found the beeping machine that was to her right and she looked at the numbers on it. She had no idea what any of those meant and she honestly didn't care. The Machine wasn't screaming so she had to be fine. She was waiting on the concussion test and they had asked her to stay the night so they could make sure nothing else was wrong or that they hadn't missed anything. She was glad they were being thorough but she still wanted out of this hospital. She hated hospitals. She had been in them enough as a child as she was prone to breaking things from her arm, leg, wrist, and even a foot once. She was prone to breaking things at this point in her life and so it was not abnormal she was in the Hospital but that didn't mean she liked it.

Sasha gave a sheepish smile and took the paper with a nod, "Alright.... so I can call for anything? Like just someone to come hang out here if they decide they aren't letting me free?" She asked raising her eyes brows at him curiously as she looked at the number on the paper. "Thank you again. I probably would have been out there until morning if you hadn't come along." She said with a small smile.

The blonde looked to the small paper once more her blue eyes back up at him. "I think I'm alright, thank you for coming to check on me." She yawned slightly but tried to stay awake to continue talking to him and just have company. "You sure you have to go?" She asked, as another yawn caused her to feel more and more tired. Her eyes felt extremely heavy as she struggled to keep them awake. She scribbled, rather sloppily, her number onto another small sheet of paper and reached out her hand in a small smile so he could have her number.

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Two days later and she was still trapped in the hospital. Her leg wasn't healing how the Doctors wanted and so they were making her stay for a third day. It was early in the morning and she looked to the paper that was on the tray and picked up the phone and typed it in she hesitated before she pressed send it rang several times before she heard his voice. She hesitated but said, "Hey... uh... It's Sasha Langley.... I was wondering if. Well maybe if you were free.... if you wanted to come down to the hospital to keep me company. They aren't let me out of here and I kinda was hoping you would come join me for a little while. If not it's alright." She spoke fast and nervously and then fell suddenly silent as she waited to hear his answer.

Sasha was half surprised when he said to give him an hour. She half expected to be told no he wasn't coming or not to call him again. She really didn't even know why she had called him other than the fact that she just wanted company. She was up and moving about. She wore sofie shorts and a baby blue tank top, as she had talked the one cop into getting her bag from the trunk of the car. She was grateful to not be in a hospital gown, but they did say she had to where clothing that would not catch on her IV's and gave easy access to the damaged leg.

She slowly was moving from her bed to the chair next to it, her left leg barely bending in the process, and she let off a hiss of pain as she really still couldn't put too much weight on it. Hundreds of the nerves had severed and even though she had not cut an artery in her leg the doctors told her it would take a while before her leg would decide to bend properly if at all. Several of the cuts were not responding well and starting to grow an infection, which was why they refused to let her go home.

She practically toppled over when she heard the knock on her door and her hand darted out to grab the side of the bed to steady herself. She watched as Ricky entered and Sasha flashed a toothy smile. "Morning! I'm sorry if I woke you.... They won't let me out of this place...." She spoke quickly as she pulled herself up to sit on the bed so she sat with her back straight and her left leg stretch in front of her as her right foot was tucked under the left thigh. "How have you been? Has been raining still?" She asked, she didn't have a window in her room and had yet to find one on her floor of the hospital.

"I'm alright. They said my leg has an infection in it, they want to do rehab to get my leg to bend properly, and I supposedly have a mild concussion. According to them I am not allowed to leave until the infection is gone or I could leave if I really really want to under that 'Leaving Against Doctor Recommendation' thing they have. I figured just wait it out make sure it's fine but It's getting really boring in here." She watched him for a moment as his head was down but then he shook his head and his bright brown eyes met her's once more. She blushed at his comment about her voice and asked, "You have someone who yells a lot where you live?"

"Well, at least it is nice out. About time. I'm tired of rain, we need some sun to dry up the ground." She said quietly before watching him tilt his head to look at her leg sideways. A laugh escaped her throat as she watched him and heard him.

"Yeah, I apparently severed dozens of nerves, no arteries thank god, but in doing so they said there is like a communication problem between my brain and my left. So it doesn't bend properly and has hardly any feeling other numbness and pain." She added to her earlier report about the leg upon him asking with a shrug. "It should heal. What have you been up to?" She asked like a little kid asking their role model who they haven't seen in a few weeks if they want to play a game with them.

"I have been walking on it though, as they told me to. Which you got to witness yourself when you came in." Sasha laughed at her own misfortune of almost ending up face first in the hospital floor. It was amusing, but difficult to move or even do daily things like just walk. The leg was like a dead weight she had to force to move in order to just walk and even then it was painful to put pressure on at the moment. She still swore there was fracture or something but the Doctor's had double and even triple checked to find no fractures, twists, cracks, or broken anything. Not even in her foot, which she could have sworn was odd because she knew it hurt to put pressure on it.