Page 64 of Hopeful Hearts

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“There’s been an accident. We didn’t want to say anything because you needed to focus on recovering but Brodie and Emmet were both involved and now, they’re here, just down the corridor.”

Tension burst through Sophia’s body, and the pain when her stomach clenched was unbearable.

“What? Are they okay?”

“Brodie is okay for the most part. They were monitoring him for concussion but he seems fine. He came to see you yesterday, but you were sleeping and he didn’t want to wake you. I’m sure he’ll be back again today.”

“What about Emmet?”

“It wasn’t good.” Robbie explained. “The driver's side of the car took most of the impact and his legs were stuck afterwards. Brodie said he tried his best to get him out of there, but there wasn’t much he could do. Someone stopped and called the emergency services, but Emmet was trapped while they waited for help to arrive.”

“Can I see him?” Sophia shuffled forward, ignoring the pain as she did.

“Easy, you’ve been lying down for a while. It’s going to take more than a few seconds to get you back on your feet,” Mel warned her.

“I need to see him.”

“You need to rest,” Robbie reminded her.

Sophia swung her legs out of the bed. “I’m going to him either way, so either one of you takes me to him or I’ll walk myself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t be walking around until tomorrow at the earliest,” Mel sounded panicked.

“Alright, hold on,” Robbie said. “Let me get a wheelchair. I’ll take you to him.”

“I’ll go and let him know you're on your way,” Mel nodded.

Robbie stepped out and scanned the corridor for a wheelchair. When he returned, Sophia was already sitting up. Her shoulders slumped forward, and the colour drained from her cheeks as though it had taken all of her effort to get into the position.

“Okay, let’s do this as carefully as we can,” he said.

In slow motion, he helped her to manoeuvre into the chair and grabbed a blanket from the bed to throw over the knees.

“Put this mask on and I’ll grab a nurse to help sort your IV out. We should be able to wheel it with us, but I want to make sure before we do anything.”

“Dad, I’m not wearing a mask. The hospital is probably one of the cleanest places I could be.”

“No arguments. You have to protect your immune system, now more than ever.”

“Your dad’s right, sweetie. You will need to wear one. You never know what nasties are lurking around.”

Once the nurse had fussed over her IV and her Dad was satisfied that things were as safe as they could be, he wheeled her into the corridor and into the elevator. Sophia eyed the mirrored wall in front of her as the doors closed and looked away when she saw how ill she looked.

A few moments later, they reached Emmet’s room and both of them inhaled a long breath before they entered.

Sophia broke down in tears as soon as they entered the room. She couldn't tear her gaze from Emmet's legs. They were both in supports, with bandages around his left thigh and foot.

Robbie pushed the chair forward enough to put Sophia just inches from her brother. Mel sat on the other side of the bed looking like a broken doll without an ounce of life inside of her, and no one said a thing.

“Are you okay? How did it go?” Emmet asked.

“I’m fine,” Sophia replied.

“You should be recovering.”

“I had to see you.”

“I’m glad you're here,” Emmet whispered. “Dad's hardly left my side. I'm glad he finally went to you.”