The Ride

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Chapter Eight

Grey's P.O.V.

What was I thinking? Leaving West alone. Am I stupid? Oh god, if something happens to her.

"Look, I need to to calm down. Your only job right now is to---"

"WHY DONT YOU DO YOUR JOB AND MAKE SURE SHE DOESNT HAVE A BRAIN HEMORRHAGE!" I scream at the paramedic.

He goes quiet and checks her. I'm freaking out because I'm staring at West all bloodied up and unconscious. I swear, we are suing Brandon.

"Do you have any family or relatives we should call?"

"It's just us. Nobody else."

"You don't have any family? Nothing?"

I sigh. "Margret Lynch."

He tells me to call her and tell her everything. After she agrees to meet us at the hospital, things get quiet.

"So, you don't have any family?"

"My family still lives in Britain. My brother brought us here for a better life, and then deserted us. My family is dead, and they are never to come into contact with us. Never."

Things were silent for the rest of the ride.

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