*Tyler's POV*

The drive to the hospital had flown by in what seemed like seconds, but maybe that was just because of how I was spending my time. I could stare at Troye forever and it still didn't feel like any time had passed. He was still unconscious when we'd arrived, sadly. In the mess of people scrambling about and carting him inside my brain had became a jumbled jigsaw puzzle. There were so many faces and people talking, and somehow I ended up losing sight of Troye. I knew deep down it wasn't really that big of a deal, he was in the hands of people that had been trained for years to know how to look after him, but for some reason that wasn't enough to calm down my pounding heart. Part of me wondered if I'd ever really be able to let him out of my sight without this fleeting feeling of anxiety now, but that wasn't important. I was too busy concentrating on the present to consider the future.

I stretched up on my tiptoes, trying desperately to locate him again. I frowned, realizing I'd scanned the room successfully twice now and he obviously wasn't here. They must have already reeled him inside. I found the nearest entrance and hurried in, immediately locating the front desk and jogging to it.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hey, I'm looking for my boyfriend, Troye Mellet. They just brought him in on a stretcher, where do you think he's at?"

"Probably the third floor, but-" I ignored her, taking off to the nearest elevator and hopping inside. It was crammed and the man next to me reeked of cigarette smoke, but it was necessary. I departed the stink capsule once we reached the third floor, gasping for some mouthfuls of fresh air. I wandered around until I located the desk for this floor, but the girl wasn't really any help. She told me they were likely running tests or doing x-rays, so it'd be pointless to pinpoint his location right now anyway. I didn't like this response, but I knew better than to argue with her so I slumped over to the nearby waiting area. 

Time definitely did not fly by now. Every second felt like hours. I'd tried everything from reading the old magazines to counting the ceiling tiles, but none of it really distracted me from my thoughts. It'd been half an hour now, at some point the rest of the Mellet's had arrived, but I didn't really register that. I didn't register anything, other than my internal clock reminding me just how much time was passing that I could be with Troye, but wasn't. Another hour of foot-tapping, pacing, nail-biting, and just general fidgeting later, a nurse walked over to the waiting area.

"Hey, are you guys the Mellet's per chance?" She'd completely disregarded me, who had been awkwardly pacing on the other side of the room, but that didn't matter. I eagerly butted into the conversation, even going so far as to wedge myself between her and Shaun. He didn't seem to mind, just laughing and placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, that's us." 

"Okay, do you want to go somewhere more private to talk about Troye?" I couldn't help the way my heart sunk. Was it just a precaution or was what she was about to say really that important? Was he seriously hurt? I swear, I'd kill Wyatt a second time. Shaun shrugged, looking around the near empty sitting area, and shook his head. The only other person here to overhear was an older woman who looked more out of it than Troye had when he was on the stretcher earlier. The nurse nodded, pulling the clipboard out from under her arm and running her eyes over the notes.

"Your son is doing extremely well. He has three fractured ribs, a minor concussion, but other than that just a lot of bruises and sleep deprivation. There is one thing though..." My breath caught, hearing her little addition. I didn't like the way her nose squished up at the words 'one thing', like it was an annoying detail.

"What?" Laurelle asked, making me jump. I hadn't realized she'd closed in on my other side.

"He seems fine, but we think he might have short-term memory loss or something just isn't clicking for him. He's practically in hysterics demanding we bring him telly or tally, and none of us really understand what he's saying. Maybe it's post traumatic stress-"

"Tilly. He means Tilly, my nickname. He wants to see me." I said flatly, narrowing my eyes at her for making fun of my nickname. She seemed confused, looking to the other Mellet's for guidance. They just shrugged and smiled, nodding to let her know I was serious. She nodded slowly, like she was still trying to make sense of it mentally. 

"Normally we let the parents in first..." She said, sounding a bit undecided. I turned around, looking up at Shaun hopefully. Surely he wouldn't deny Troye's wishes, even if he wanted to see him first. Shaun glared at me teasingly, obviously not really that put off or surprised by it.

"Go on, don't leave him waiting." I grinned, hugging him quickly before turning to the nurse and practically bouncing. She gave a small smile, obviously judging me slightly for my uncontrollable excitement. She didn't say anything though, just immediately turning on her heel and taking off down the hall. I followed closely, cringing at the annoying clicking of her heels against the linoleum. 

Each step my feet grew heavier though. Not because I wasn't excited, but there was a weight hanging over me. This would be the first real time we've seen each other since he got kidnapped. This just felt like such a big moment. What if I walked in there and he was a complete mess? Was I going to be strong enough to hold him up through it? Even if I wasn't, I'd have to pretend to be. 

I was thrown out of my train of thought abruptly when I physically crashed into the nurse, who'd stopped in front of me. I quickly stuttered out an apology, but she was giving me the worst stink-eye I'd ever seen now. I nervously fixed my hair and shoved my hands in my pocket, blushing at the embarrassing situation. She took a deep breath, nodding toward the door beside us.

"He's in here. Whenever you're ready." She added, probably noticing just how hectic I looked. All I wanted was to be close to him, but yet I still felt so nervous. She said he was fine, why did I still expect to walk in there and see him hooked up to a thousand machines? I guess it was my masochistic overactive imagination again. I balled my hands into fists, staring down at the floor. This was a happy moment, I was going to see my Troye after so long. I had to banish this stupid anxiety and just go in there. I bit my lip, looking up and striding into the room with false confidence. I stepped into the room, any of my fears dissolving when I seen the man I loved sitting up and bickering with a nurse. Even with annoyance painted on all of his features he was enough to make my heart stop. His hair wasn't nearly as greasy, but it wasn't styled either. They must have given him a shower, or maybe he took one himself, he did seem pretty animated compared to earlier. For a fleeting moment I wished I had of bought him something at the gift shop, but I ultimately decided that was pretty stupid and meaningless. A gift wasn't really going to cut it right now, it wasn't going to show just how truly relieved I was to have him back. 

A/n: Short little filler filly phillydip chapter, deal with it. I wanted to show Tyler's concerns and how anxious he was so here is that. Okay. VOTE/COMMENT YES? YES? YES? I'M SERIOUS. DO IT.