the accident

7:47 pm (I)

 yo, yo, yo, my name is joe // I got my butt stuck in a radio // two years ago// in mexico 

do you know that song? I hope you like this chapter!

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I might have fallen asleep for a few hours. I woke up to Nurse Makenzie sitting next to me. She looks upset and I stare at her until she says something. She doesn't. A million thoughts go into my brain. He's probably dead...I'll never see him again. Or he's alive but braindead and will need to be hooked up to millions of machines for the rest of his life.

"Well?" I demand before I go through another mental breakdown.

"Mr. Ericsson is awake but technically unstable." She says.

I'm in shock. I feel my troubles slowly evacuating my body. He's awake! "Can I see him?" I ask eagerly. I don't care about the desperation in my voice.

The nurse hesitates. "No, he needs surgery. Unfortunately during the accident, Mr. Ericsson managed to damage his liver really badly, and we need to give him surgery to fix the tore,"

I stand up to see her eyes clearly, and I say, "so during the accident, only his liver was damaged?"

"He also suffered a minor concussion, and he broke his leg." She says. Her green eyes were staring into mine.

"Is he responsive?" I ask.

"Yes, of course," she snaps. "He needs a liver transplant, we are currently waiting for an organ donor. He's at the top of the list, which is great news!"

"Good," I say genuinely smiling in what feels like ages. "So can I see him?"

"You just can't visit him, immediate family only. You should go home, and come back with a goodnight's sleep," she suggests.

I ignore her and ask another question. "Aren't you supposed to give the patients whatever they want?" I ask.

"Yes, honey," she's treating me like I'm a child, and I'm starting to hate her.

"And Miles—wants to see me, so let me see him,"

"Mr. Ericsson is in the ICU, and there's immediate family only, and you're not immediate family."

"I'm more his family than his damned up father," I say angrily. I hate the way I sound, but I can't help it. I'm so pissed off.

"He has a father?" The nurse asks her eyes were wide. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "He said that he doesn't have a father, let alone a family. Just a girlfriend," The nurse is frowning now. "And you're clearly his girlfriend," she said making an arm gesture around me.

He thought me, I think giddily. He knows deep down that I forgave him. "He doesn't talk about his dad a lot," I say. "Now can you please let me see him? Just for a few moments..."

The nurse was lost in thought and walks away. I guess Miles didn't tell the doctors about his father,—not that I blame him. I wouldn't either. I have no idea why I even brought up Miles' father, it's not like either of them really know each other or let alone talk to each other.

As the nurse was walking away, I feel hopeless again. But at least Miles is awake, and not—dead. Thank God.

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It was Christmas Eve, and Miles and I drove to my parents' house. It wasn't that long of a ride, it was an hour long ride. During the whole car ride, Miles and I were talking. It was nice. The music was playing a bunch of throwback songs, Miles didn't know half of them, but I was singing along quietly. Miles kept on trying to turn the music down to be able to hear me, but every time he would touch the volume, my volume would dim too.