Tom would recognise his car in a heartbeat. I drag my phone from my pocket and immediately call Ivy’s number, but it doesn’t ring; it goes straight to voicemail. “Shit,” I curse before pulling back and staring at the screen. I ring again and again, all of them going unanswered. “Fuck!”
“What?”
“It’s going straight to voicemail.” I start to pace, my stomach churning like the waves crashing onto the shore. “W-what if it’s her?”
Callan attempts to console me again. “Breathe, Finn. Breathe. We don’t know anything yet.”
“I can’t.” I rub a hand over my chest and the agony that burns there. “I have a bad feeling. A really bad feeling.”
“I’m calling Ben,” Joel says as he places his phone to his ear, then he grimaces. “Voicemail too.”
There is no way this is a coincidence.
“I’m going to the hospital,” I say before grabbing my stuff and heading towards my car.
Joel and Cal rush up behind me. “The hospital?”
“To see if she’s there.”
“Don’t you think we shou?—”
I whip around to face the pair of them. “When I know my sister is safe, then I’ll rest. But I need to knownow.If she’s hurt or?—”
My hand cups my mouth, unable to finish the rest of that sentence.
“I need to make sure,” I heave and drop my hand to my side.
“Call us.” Joel pins me with a stare. “Please.”
“I will.”
Once I’m in my car, I speed towards the hospital. It probably seems like a batshit crazy idea after hearing what happened, but I need to know that it’s not her. I park up and crash through the doors before walking towards the reception.
“Hi, has a girl with blonde hair about five foot two been admitted in the last hour?”
The receptionist looks me over before glancing at her screen. “Do you have a name?”
“Ivy Thompson.”
Her fingernails click along her keyboard before she looks up at me and shakes her head. “Not here, unfortunately.”
“Fuck.” I lower my fist onto the counter.
I leave the reception and head back outside to find an ambulance pulling up with blue lights flashing. My brows crease when I watch the paramedics jump out before opening the back doors and tugging the stretcher onto the ground.
They talk amongst themselves as a group of doctors rush out from the hospital. I step back as they check over the patient and wheel them inside, until I get a glimpse of the face, and suddenly, my knees give out.
Everything starts to slow, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. She’s strapped to the stretcher, eyes closed, covered in blood, unresponsive. My chest nearly detonates, and tears swim in my eyes at the sight of her like this.
Thiscan’tbe real.
My legs are moving before I even register it happening. A hand is pressed against my chest as tears ripple down my cheeks. “Step back, please.”
“That’s my sister,” I murmur lifelessly.
I can’t take my eyes off her and the person who is holding her chest down, blood seeping through her clothes.
“What’s happening?” I demand shakily, but none of them pay attention to me. “Please tell me what’s going on.”
