"What happened?" I ask groggy.
"Well you and a young man that all your friends are calling Straub were driving and he was drunk. So are you. Anyways unable to drive while drunk he crashed the car into a tree. You were wearing a seat belt, but he was not. He flew out the window." The doctor responds looking at his clipboard.
"Where is he?" I ask.
The doctor looks around and back at his clipboard.
"Where is Straub?" My voice starts to raise.
"It's none of your business where this young man is." He responds.
"Where the fuck is Straub?" I yell.
He looks over at me, "The young man flew out a window. He's in the ER, going into surgery. We just found a blood donator. Chances are he won't live."
I stare at the wall. The doctor shrugs and leaves.
"Pickles?" A voice whispers.
"Come on in, Gwen." I respond.
"Pickles, I know that Clair might not be able to keep her word, but I need you to." She whispers.
I nod "Anything."
"I'm donating blood to Straub. I'm the only one who matches. The doctor pulled me aside and told me that there are a number of side affects. I need you to take care of Will." Her voice cracks.
"Gwen, you're going to be fine. It's just a little bit of blood. Don't worry." I fake a smile.
"Ya. Sure." She mutters.
She leaves and I stare at the wall some more. It was my fault. I was closer to sober than Straub and I still let him drive.
Here I was. Fine.
But Straub was in another room dying.
He hadn't lived his life.
And now it was going to be all gone because of me.
Why the hell did I have to ruin his life?
Why was he dying while I was living?
The tears stream down my face.
Why was I going to live?
Why couldn't it be the other way.
Straub lives.
I die.
Why couldn't it be that way?
Life would be simpler that way.
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Not Just One
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