Hope

Chapter 22

Jackson's pov
I quickly called 911. Once they arrived, they took him away. I held Dylan's hand, hoping that he'd be okay. I'm still trying to procsess this is.  We said that after we finished our visit, we would go to the police to see if we had an update. Once we discussed that, Dylan was hit.
3 hours later...
I sat there as I heard beeping.
I want him to wake up.
I gave him a kiss on the forehead, and ran to the police station.
"Hi, I'm Jackson Krecioch, um.. Is there any updates on the report me and Dylan filed?"
"I'm sorry, we don't. But, do you have something you'd like to share?"
"My boyfriend and I said we would come here for any updates, but then he was hit by a car."
"How would you describe this car?" She asked
"Black, Honda, the licence plate is pretty rusty, and it was fast."
"Thank you. We'll see what we can do." She said giving me a smile.

I came back to the hospital just in time. Dylan's awake. Yes!
"Hey, how are you feelin'?" I asked Dylan softly as I made my way to the chair next to his bed.
"Okay, I guess. How are you holding up, with all of this?" He asked with a voice so rough.
"Stressed. The car that hit you, I went to the police." He just nodded.
"I'm glad you're okay though" I smiled
"Me too." He returned a smile. I bent down to place a kiss on his lips. We stay there for a couple seconds until we heard the door open.
"Dylan, you may go home now. Just, don't hurt yourself." The doctor said.

The next day.

Dylan's pov
Jackson and I enter the halls of what now is the scariest place to be. Jackson said he didn't feel safe, so we went outside so he can relax a bit.
"Jackson..." I whispered so only he can hear me. I couldn't say it in words, so I just pointed.
"No, it can't be."
Jackson and I saw the same car Jackson described.
That's Olivia's car.

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- Lot's of chisme is gonna happen👀☕