The Target

Accident!

Harry looked confused at my accusation. "What?! No, he's not," Harry said. "Yes, he is! Harry. Don't look, but I think Adam is watching us. More like stalking us," I said. Harry got up and went to the counter, giving the car a peek. When he came back he was stunned. "Oh my god! He is here. What is he doing? Is he crazy?" Harry exclaimed. I mean, it is crazy and irritating. First, he had the audacity to even suggest that something is going on between me and Harry. Now he is stalking me or us?!

"Harry, I think we should go!" He nodded and we took our drinks. "Let's go to my place. I still want to hang out with you," Harry suggested once we were out of the cafe. "What about Adam?" "Are you really gonna let him come between our friendship?" I shook my head. That's the last thing I want. So, I followed Harry in my own car.

As soon as the signal turned green, he started moving. There was no traffic but just as he was crossing the roundabout, a bus hit his side, hard. It only grazed my car since I was right behind him, but I saw his car being dragged a little further. I was breathless. I ran out of my car, leaving it in the middle of the road, and approached Harry's where a small crowd had already gathered.

"He's gone!"

"There's no way he survived that."

These facts made me cry even harder. I pushed through the crowd and the look of the car told me that Harry was gone. The bus driver didn't stop. Once the car was detached from the bus, the driver sped and drove away.

"Hold on! He is still breathing... SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE, HE WON'T LAST LONG!" A lady kneeled beside the car said. I sat beside her. "Who are you?" I asked her, doubtedly. My voice was raspy because of crying so hard. "Hi. Rachel, Rachel Hall. I am a doctor," She said, panicking. I nodded and went back to helping her pull Harry out of his car. Within minutes of pulling him out, the ambulance arrived.

Harry was put in and Rachel climbed in with him. I insisted on going with them, but she told me to take care of my car. Guess she saw it happen. I thought. I ran back to my car as soon as she closed the door. As I sat in the car, a realization hit me. Adam was not there. He wasn't following me anymore. I was covered in blood but that didn't bother me. I was behind the ambulance. There's no way I am leaving Harry's side now. Call me paranoid but I don't think this was an accident. Harry was hit on purpose. Why? Because the roundabout was where we would have parted ways if I was not heading for his house. He would have driven straight, while I would have taken a right. Also, the bus didn't have a number plate which is illegal.

We reached the hospital and I ran to the ambulance where he was being kept on a stretcher. Harry was in a really bad condition. Shards of glass were all over his arm and some on his head, his head was completely battered. He was wheezing and was about to pass out. I kept shouting to him to keep his eyes open as we ran towards the operation theatre. He was covered in blood and coughing blood. He was trying really hard to stay awake but I could see him giving up. I ran until two of the nurses told me to stay back and complete the formalities. Rachel went in with them and started giving orders. I wiped my face as I made my way to the reception to fill the forms. Once all the forms were done, I called Adam. He had to know. Harry was his best friend even after all the shit he pulled off. But Adam was at the hospital as soon as I dialed. Ok weird! I thought.

"Where is he? Is he okay?" Adam panicked. "Yeah. He, um, he's in the OT. How did you know?" I was emotionless when I talked to him. How did he know? The only question running in my mind. "Someone called me and told me. I am in Harry's emergency contacts," Adam said. I nodded. Makes sense, I guess?

We went back to waiting for Harry outside the lobby of the Operation Theatre. We were quiet the whole time. Somehow, bringing up the stalking thing didn't seem appropriate. But it would make a lot of things much easier. Just then, Rachel stepped out of the operation theatre. It's been an hour and a half. "How is he?" Adam rushed to her and asked. She scrunched her eyes in confusion. "He's Harry's roommate. What's wrong?" I answered her unasked question. "Harry has severe issues. He broke around seven ribs which further led to a punctured lung. His spine is cracked all the way down. His wrist is broken and he has internal bleeding in his abdomen and lower hip. His skull is cracked at the forehead where I presume, he hit his head on the steering wheel and there are glass shards all through his veins in the right arm. It may be difficult for him to push through," She said in a very apologetic tone. "We need a lot of time if we want to fix him. We'll need around six or more hours. Give him anesthesia and operate on every single part separately."

Adam saw the horror on my face and told her to take all the time she needs.