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However, five minutes in, my phone’s still vibrating constantly in my back pocket, so I quickly finish. Washing my hands, I decide to see who the caller is because they clearly can’t take a hint. Helping a few colleagues along the way, I make it outside the tent where I can talk. The destruction still devastates me, no matter how many times I see it. The ruins surrounding me were people’s homes. Now, they are nothing but broken dreams, torn apart by a war they never wanted.
With that as my driving point, I reach for my cell, intending to make this short. However, what I see has alarm bells ringing. I have fifty plus missed calls and over a hundred text messages. I have no idea who the number belongs to.
A wave of terror upsurges around me, and I suddenly can’t breathe.
With frantic fingers, I attempt to call the mysterious number, only for it to flash on my screen. I don’t hesitate and answer it right away.
“Hello?” Silence. “Hello?” I repeat, pressing the phone to my ear, listening for any clues.
After a few seconds, I hear what sounds like my name. “Luc…” Unfortunately, that’s all I hear. The connection is awful.
“Hello? Can you hear me?” Nothing. An ominous warning blares loudly, so I hurriedly move to a different spot. “Hello?”
“Lu…cy?” The connection is still terrible, but through the static, I’m almost certain I’m talking to Sam.
Annoyance surfaces as although he did say he would call if anything happened, being here has put everything into perspective. I don’t have time to discuss this. “Sam, look…”
“…accident…”
That word, that one single word silences me and brings with it a flood of emotion. “Sam…I can’t hear you. You’re breaking up.” My heart begins a disjointed cadence. “Hang on…” I wave the phone in the air as I peer at the screen, hoping to find a hotspot. When the bars increase, I stay put, afraid to move a muscle. I press the phone to my ear.
“Lucy…it’s me, Sam. Can you hear me?” I’m thankful that yes, I can, but the urgency of his tone has me wetting my suddenly dry lips.
“Yes. I can hear you. What’s wrong?”
Silence once again.
Nostalgia wraps me in a tight bubble, and I don’t understand why. That is, until the world stops spinning, and I relive the worst day of my life. But this time…this is so much worse.
“There’s been an accident.”
It’s unimaginable how one simple, ordinary word can change a person’s life forever.
“Lucy? Lucy, can you hear me?” asks my ex-fiancé, Sam. The trepidation laces his tone, but I can’t speak. I can’t verbalize that yes, I can hear him, because the moment I do, I’ll have to accept this horrible nightmare as being real.
I don’t fail to see the resemblances to the past and now.
Pulling it together, I refuse to believe. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel. “I-I can hear you. What accident?”
It’s funny the things you remember and the things you don’t. But sometimes, those forgotten memories are brought back to life by a simple word, a certain smell, or sometimes, a single moment. Sadly, for me, this is a memory, a moment I will never be able to forget.
“It’s Saxon…”
And alas, it seems that fate will always find a way.
So my story seems to have come full circle. I find myself in the same position, just a different time. There is no way fate could be this cruel, but I’m living proof that it is.
I don’t know how many days it’s been since I last spoke to Sam. Three, maybe four. Everything from the moment he told me Saxon was involved in an accident forward has been a blur.
The details were vague. He’s in St. Mary’s Hospital in Portland, and I was to come quick.
As much as I hated to leave, the moment the line went dead, I was on the way to the airport, booking a ticket back home. Thanks to the airstrikes, I had to wait a couple of days.
Having no communication with the outside world, the not knowing, is far worse than the truth, and by the time I boarded the plane, I was beyond exhausted. But every time I closed my eyes, my mind conjured up scenarios that prohibited sleep. In the end, I simply sat motionless, counting down the seconds until I landed.
The moment I stepped off the plane, the severity of what I was facing hit me, and I ran faster than I’ve ever run before. It was light out, but I had no idea of the time. That didn’t stop me from hailing a cab and asking him to take me to the hospital and not to be shy about breaking the law.
We arrived thirty minutes later, which is now.
