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No, no, no... Not again.
“How bad?” I force myself to say, though I don’t know how I manage considering it feels like there is a thousand-pound weight pressing against my chest.
“I... I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean, I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since they loaded her into the ambulance.”
“Fuck.” I rip open my car door and quickly climb inside. Moments later, I’m squealing out of the parking lot. “How bad was she the last time you saw her?”
“She was unconscious and her arm was mangled pretty bad.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to keep my shit together.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I tell her, ending the call without waiting for her response.
My mind races as I weave through the late afternoon traffic.
What if she dies?
It’s the question I can’t seem to shake.
Could I survive losing another person I love?
And that question in itself holds a million other questions.
Will I ever get the chance to tell her that I’m in love with her?
Will I ever get to see her smile again or hear her voice?
Am I cursed?
I’ve loved exactly two women in my life.
Finley, my first love. The girl who taught me so much in the short time she was in my life. The one who changed me in ways she’ll never know. The one who will forever own a piece of my heart.
Peyton. It’s new but it’s powerful in a way I never saw coming. She’s taught me how to laugh again, how to enjoy the little moments. In a lot of ways she’s brought me back to life.
I love them both in very different ways and for very different reasons. But the fact still remains that I love them.
It’s exactly eleven minutes later that I walk into the ER of the hospital. It doesn’t take me long to spot Henna, sitting in the corner of the waiting room with Aaron who has his arm wrapped around her shoulder, consoling her.
My legs feel like they are dragging large boulders behind them as I make my way toward Henna and my brother.
As if sensing my presence, Henna looks up, tears forming in her eyes the instant she catches sight of me.
“Abel.” She pushes out of her chair, wrapping her arms around my middle.
“How is she?” I ask, hugging her back.
“The doctor just came out. They’re taking her into surgery.”
“Surgery?” I release Henna and take a full step back.
“Tell him the rest,” Aaron prompts, seeming to snap Henna out of her fog.
“She’s going to be okay,” she breathes.
