Page 67 of Wrecked By You

The truck exploded just then, and everyone ducked to avoid the flying scraps.

We got into the ambulance and drove off. They worked on putting oxygen on her, and I held her hand and prayed.

Thirty-Two

Isla

I found myself standing in a Vegas chapel, back where I had married Kyle. I looked down at my wedding dress, confused. How had I gotten here?

“You fired a gun at me,” Kyle accused. “She fired the gun.”

Bit by bit, I started to remember. “Damon.” I wanted to get back to him. I could hear him.

“You’re going to be okay,” the Elvis impersonator was saying. “You’re going to be okay. Hang on.”

Thirty-Three

Damon

We got to the hospital, and they took Isla into the back. I went as far as I could until someone stopped me and said, “We think there’s going to be bleeding on the brain. We might need to get in there. We need to do some tests and look. We might be getting her on a Life Flight to Denver. Give me a second.”

Dr. Marsh followed the crew back, and I waited. I wasn’t good at waiting. All the adrenaline pumped through me, and I pounded my fist against the wall. A nurse tried to stop me but then backed away.

I clung to the wall and pressed my cheek against it. I should never have left her. I should’ve just walked in with her. It would’ve been better than this. I slid to the floor, and sobs racked my body.

I wasn’t sure how long I lay there like that. Eventually, McCrae joined me, along with Noah and Canyon and my dad. Sitting on the floor next to me, my dad held me. I was shaking so hard.

“It’s okay, son. It’s okay. God will see us through this. It’s okay.”

I sobbed harder. “It’s all my fault. I never should have left her.”

Thirty-Four

Isla

I was sitting by the lake with my eyes closed, although the sun was so bright it shone through my eyelids. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn’t.

I felt Damon’s hand on my cheek. “Wake up. Isla, you have to wake up. I need you. You can’t leave me. I need you.”

I fought harder to open my eyes. When I did, pain hit me like a ton of bricks. I tried to speak, but something was in my throat.

“She’s awake. She’s awake!”

Suddenly, I could see people standing around me as the breathing tube was pulled out of my throat. I coughed. But I saw his face. Damon.

He smiled. “It’s okay. I’m here. You had some surgery, but you’re okay. It’s going to be okay.”

The doctor looked pleased. “I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon. How are you feeling?”

I blinked rapidly and tried to clear my head. “I’m okay.” Pain pierced the back of my head. “It hurts. But I’m okay.”

The doctor nodded. “You’ve had some brain trauma, but we did a little surgery to ease that pressure and you’re going to be okay.”

Damon pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Then I remembered. “Kyle?”

Damon shook his head. “He’s dead. Died in the car crash.”