Chance Meetings?

Chapter 28-Chance Meetings

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Chapter 28

I awoke with a loud gasp, clenching the sheets into fists at my sides and my eyes sweep the room I was in. It took me a little while to figure out where I was and process what the throbbing on my face was but when the ringing became known to my ears I knew. I could hardly remember coming back home last night and getting into bed. Apparently not even being able to change out of my clothes….

I reach for my phone on the night stand and answer… ‘Hello?’, confused.

‘Em, it’s Adam…’ he answered in an edgy tone.

Frowning at myself, I thought how could I have forgotten. ‘How is he?’ I ask already dreading the answer, the panic rising in my throat I had to swallow back down.

‘He’s stable…. Not good but stable, I’m still waiting for him to open his eyes’ Adam replies in a tone of voice that told me no sleep, just concern for the whole night. I nod rubbing my arm, I was surprised I could even fall asleep last night. I felt… guilty.

‘C-can I see him Adam?’ I ask wearily, not knowing if I had it in me to see him.

‘I’ll come pick you up’.

‘Okay, thanks Adam’.

‘See you soon’ he answered before hanging up the line.

Sam was stable… he isn’t dead…. He will be okay won’t he?

Slowly I throw the covers off of me and head into the bathroom. Glancing up to the mirror I’m absolutely shocked to see the fairly large bruise and slight swelled cheek that not only looked but felt really sore.

‘Shit!’ I mutter resting my hands against the sink. Hiding it wouldn’t be much use and the skin was still tender to the touch….

Sighing I carefully washed only half of my face with water and a little soap to wash my dried tears. Looking up again I shake my head at my reflection. I looked like shit. Probably because that’s the exact word I would use to describe how I’m feeling as well.

Who cared how I looked like going to a bloody hospital with red puffy eyes, an ugly swell to my right cheek or that I’m wearing clothes that haven’t been washed and smell like alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke. What would my mum say…

Mum. I dry my hands on the towel next to me and walk out into the hallway. Where was everyone? ‘Dan!’. ‘Dad!’. ‘Mum!’.

If I was you, I would think more carefully to what you say and do because with the snap of my fingers it can be inflicted on your dearest…. That includes Sam… love.

I could feel my hands shake and decide I would wait outside for Adam. I’m sure my family was fine… I did sleep for longer than I usually did.

Locking the house after standing from the porch steps I walk to Adam’s car. As I got in he turned once to smile a small hello before facing the road and driving to the hospital. I decided to let my hair down and cover my right cheek, because I didn’t want the attention to be left off Sam. During the drive there, no one said anything both in our own private thoughts, both tired and restless at the same time.

 Occasionally I would observe Adam out of the corner of my eye, the way his arms and hands were tensed on the steering wheel. Dark circles forming under his eyes and he was also wearing last night’s clothes too.