I woke up to feel a warm hand in mine. The consistent beeping noise made me frown. My eyes focused on the white room; white walls, white sheets, white everything. The painful pounding in my head made me close my eyes again, only to reopen them and find Logan staring at me.

"You're awake." He pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand softly.

"What happened?" I tried to sit up but whimpered at the white hot pain in my ribs.

He pushes my shoulders back gently, pushing the button for a nurse. "You were in a car accident. You have four bruised ribs and a broken wrist. The doctor said you suffered a minor concussion which will cause some head pain."

I was struggling to process all the information he was giving me, but it wasn't adding up. Car accident?

"Wait, wait, a car accident? How did that happen?" He sat back down and sighed.

"It was a drunk driver, they ran a red light and crashed into you on the driver's side. Apparently he tried to hit the brakes once's he realized what was going on but it was too late. The doctor believes that's why you're injuries aren't as severe. Unfortunately, he didn't have a seat belt on and didn't survive the crash."

A heavy feeling settled on my chest, the levity of what happened made me pause. I could have died right then and there. Someone did die. Whether it was due to a stupid decision or not, it didn't make their death any less meaningful. I felt... overwhelmed.

Flashes of the moments that led up to the crash flowed through my mind in a jumbled mess. The nurse had come in to see me clutching my head in pain.

"I've got something for that concussion. The doctor will be here shortly to make sure your doing, okay? Try not to work your brain too hard, it'll cause you sole pain, okay?" I looked at the plump nurse, she was at least twice my age but she had a very kind face. She had a very thick southern accent as she spoke, she gave me a smile and looked at Logan briefly.

"I'm not sure if he's told you but this young man hasn't left your side once since you were admitted into the hospital." Dimples dented her cheeks as she give me a teasing smile. "He's a keeper."

"How long have I been here, exactly?" I gave Logan a questioning look, surprised at the nurse's words.

"Three days." My eyes widened, he stayed the whole time? Another question appeared in my mind but I was afraid of the answer.

"D-Did my parents come to see me?" I didn't look at him or the nurse as I asked. But from peripheral, I could see Logan look down at his lap.

"No, I'm sorry, Yaz. Your father wouldn't even answer his phone."

I chuckled darkly and nodded, of course. Why was I thinking? Why would he care if I died, least of all her.

I blinked away my blurry vision, Logan wiped a tear that fell from my eye and brushed my hair from my face. The nurse finished whatever it was that she was doing and gave me a sympathetic smile. "Don't you fret, Darlin', people like that just don't know what they're missin'. And best believe, when you're gone, that guilt'll kill 'em right along with ya!" She pats my cheek and winks at Logan before walking out of my room.

"She's a character," the nurse easily amused me and lifted me spirits a little. I'm sure she wouldn't feel the same if she knew who I really was, the type of woman I really am or the things I've done.

"That she is, but she's also right." He kissed my forehead and sat back for a while. "I can go to the cafeteria and get you some food. Or I can have Rachel pick something up for you? I know you're hungry." Just as he said the words, my stomach growled painfully.

"Um, I'd prefer you ask Rachel. I really want something deep fried but I'll refrain. Just tell her to get me chipotle or something. Please." The medicine the nurse gave me was starting to kick in and I could hardly keep my eyes open.

"Okay, I'll wake up when the food is here. Get some rest." I closed my eyes and let slumber take me.

I hung up the phone and sat back down next to Yasmin. My thoughts were so scattered, along with my emotions.

Yasmin could have died. That quickly.

We fought over nothing and I could have lost her that easily.

Maybe it was an omen or a sign. A sign that I'm an idiot. I fought for her, I left Sarah for her, there's no way in hell I'm going to let her go without a fight.

Looking on the outside, I can tell how our relationship might look if everyone knew. Which they don't, not yet anyway. But based off of movies and books, majority of the world think it's impossible to fall out of love and into it with someone else. Or in other words, have an affair.

The feelings that Sarah made me feel when we were young... I feel that with Yaz. Sarah would never understand that we were doomed from the start.

After her miscarriages, I lost hope. Not just in having a family, but in general. I lost hope in everything. That kind of loss breaks you. It breaks bonds.

My bond with Sarah broke and it wasn't her fault. It was no one's fault. I did what I did, I need to live with that and let it go. Because I do love Yasmin, our relationship started off with lust but there are so many layers to Yaz that I've barely begun to uncover.

And I want to know everything about her. I want her trust, her love. I want her.

And I'll spend however much time I have left on earth proving to her— to everyone— that she isn't a home wrecker or a mistress.

She's Yasmin Krämer, a business woman, a brilliant one. And she deserves the world.

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