Chapter 3
“What the hell?”
“What?!?!?!?” Meg turned white as a ghost. I think I was too.
“Let’s go,” I said. “LET’S GET GOING!”
“Physc down Bri. Hold on a sec. Your in no condition to drive, I’ll take you,”
said Nick.
“Fine. Hurry up. You guys come too.”
“Don’t worry, we will,” said Kevin.
“You’d better.” We walked down to Nick’s car (thank God he had a shirt in the
pool area). “St. John’s Hospital.”
“OK. Are you OK Brian?” We headed onto the interstate.
“What do you think? Of course I’m not OK! What if she’s hurt bad? What if
she’s dead or something? Huh? What if...”
He cut me off, thank God. “What if she’s fine and is wondering why it’s taking
her man so long to get to her?”
“Well, it’d be because his best friend drives like a grandma! Go faster!”
“I’m goin’ 70! If we get pulled over, it’ll be longer!”
“It’s just, nevermind.”
“It’s just what?”
“I said nevermind!” We didn’t say anything the rest of the trip. When we got to
the hospital, we got a parking space up front. ‘Good,’ I thought. ‘Don’t gotta run a
marathon at least!’ We walked up to the nurse’s station inside.
“Where’s Sara Petersen?” I asked.
“She’s in room 782. Please only one person in there at a time. The other must
wait in the chair outside.” I rushed to the elevator, Nick chasing after me.
“Slow down!” he said. I pushed the ‘UP’ arrow, ignoring him. There was an
elevator waiting. Stepping inside I hit the ‘7’ button. After an hour (no I don’t
exaggerate at all do I?), we made our way out and through the halls.
I said, “Let’s see, 776, 778, 780, finally! Room 782.” The door was closed. “I
think some doctors might be in there.”
“Probably. I’ll wait in this here chair, OK?”
“Yeah, OK.” Cautiously, I walked to her door. Worrying what I was about to
find, I slowly opened the door. Not finding doctors, but a pale, lifeless body, lying on a
hospital cot. Bumps, bruises, scrapes, stitches, and tubes all over. This wasn’t the Sara I
knew. This wasn’t Sara. It couldn’t be. There was no possible way. I walked closer.
She lay with her deep blue eyes closed. No smile on her face, not making jokes, not
running around like a maniac, not saying she loved me, just sitting there. I fell to my
knees without trying and started bawling like a baby. I’m not the one to cry at all. I think
the last time I cried was when I scraped my knee when I was 5 or something. Now, I felt
as if my whole life was coming to an end, because I didn’t have a happy Sara by my side.
I started to pray, “God, please, please, help her! I need her. She’s so young and
innocent. Take me instead, I deserve it more. Her life’s just beginning compared to me.
She doesn’t need to suffer like this. Please, she hasn’t done anything to deserve this!
Save her! Please! God, I need her more than you could ever know! Please! Amen.”
Soon, a doctor came in. “Hello?” he said.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m her fiancee, now what’s wrong with her?”
“She was involved in a very serious accident.”
“I know that! I’ve seen the news. Cut the crap and tell me what’s wrong.”
“Well, she had a lot of force to the brain. She might have some brain damage.
Right now she’s in a coma, but she might come out of it.
“Might?” I asked. “Might isn’t good enough. Tell me she will.”
“I, I can’t make any promises.”
“So, in other words, you don’t know if she’s gonna make it.”
“No, in fact, she had so much damage in the head, we don’t know if she’ll ever
wake up, let alone soon.”
“I think I’ll be going now.” I ran out of the room. I needed out of there, away
from that doctor. He was the devil. He had to be to tell me that she might not make it.
How dare he? Then I sat down in the waiting room. I put my head in my hands and cried.
I kept on crying until Nick came and poked me.
“Do you know what exactly happened?” I asked.
“Yeah, the doc told me.”
“Good.” A few seconds later, the rest of the gang came in off the elevator.
“How is she?” asked Megan, knowing that I would break out and cry (tears across
my face) again, she asked Nick.
“Not good. Go ahead and take your turn, we already have.”
“I’ll go,” said Megan, her absolute best friend. While she was gone, and when
everyone went, we were in complete silence. Unless you count the sounds of sobs coming
from everyone. She had touched all these people the way she had touched me. She was
fun and outgoing and had something about her, no one but her family could resist it,
whatever it was (I could think of a hundred things, but I don’t have time). When everyone
was back I said, “What about the guy that did this? Where the hell is he? I wanna take a
good hit a him and he’ll always regret what he did.”
“He’s gone,” said Kevin. That’s what they said on TV. “He got a couple of
scratches but that was it and he went home.”
“That bastard,” I said.
“It’s getting late,” said Howie, to break the mood. “We’d better get going.”
“No,” I said. “I’m staying her with her. Oh my God! I just thought about.” I
froze. I couldn’t say it. No, no, I didn’t want that to happen either! No my precious
babies! I could have thrown something if it was mine, but there wasn’t anything.
“What?” they all asked in curiosity.
“What about the baby?”
Cont.
Chapter 4
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