After everything, can we ever even go back to how we were?
Can Faith ever trust anything that I say anymore?
Most importantly, am I ready to leave the way I've been living my life these past two years and go back to the Evan that Faith changed me in...
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🌸Faith (P.O.V.)🌸
"Excuse me, is there any update on the patient we brought in earlier tonight?" I asked one of the nurses at the hospital.
"We don't know anything yet," the nurse said.
It has been a couple of hours since Mary, I, and the man who hit Matthew's friend brought him to the hospital.
They immediately took him to surgery and didn't even wait for anyone from his family. His wife didn't come until two hours ago, but the man who hit him took responsibility for the accident and said he would cover the expenses.
"What did they say?" the man who hit him asked.
"They don't know anything yet," I said.
"But they are trying to do everything they can," Mary said. "Let's hope for the best."
The man shook his head.
"I still can't believe that I did this," the man said sadly. "I didn't even see him there. It was like I was clear to go one moment, and then someone was in front of my car the next. It all happened so fast. By the time I realized, it was too late. I had already hit him."
"He was very drunk," Mary said. "You couldn't have known. It was just an accident. Don't beat yourself up over that. You're also doing so much for him and his family now. Even though he was drunk, you're still helping them."
"And we were just trying to help him," I said. "If we handled it differently, he wouldn't have run off like that."
Mary and I sat back down in the waiting room and waited for a couple of hours more.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check my calls and messages.
I sighed heavily when I saw that I got nothing from Evan. I literally miss him so much. I wish I could talk to him about everything. I hate having such crucial information, but I'm unable to share it with him. He deserves to know everything, especially at a time like this.
An hour later, the doctor emerged from the operating room.
