"Accident? What kinda accident?" I felt my chest get heavy and I was losing focus in my eyes. My knees begin to weaken.
"Mr. Silverstein," her voice was soft, "The only thing I can tell you is your wife was involved in a very bad car accident," I didn't hear any other words. I dropped my phone from my ear. My heart was in the pit of my gut. I ran back into the office, not sure now what was even said. I ran to my car trying to remember my way to the hospital. My mind was going ninety miles an hour in a hundred different directions.
"Please God, please let her and the baby be okay," I started praying out loud, as I drove towards the hospital. "Lord, I believe in your healing. Please Lord, let it be in your will they are okay," my eyes started to blur from tears forming. My stomach was turning. I couldn't imagine losing Jayna or our child. A life without Jayna wouldn't be worth living. Tears started to fall.
I tried not to think the worse. Tried to keep my thoughts in check that I would get to the hospital and find Jayna just slightly banged up and the baby would be okay. Then it seeped in my mind like a poison. The thoughts of her and our baby being dead. My mind battled between the two thoughts the whole ride.
The ride to the hospital was just me going through the motions, I could have ran every light I went through and wouldn't remember. I parked the car and ran in through the front doors. I had no idea if she was in the E.R. or somewhere else in the hospital. I got to a desk that had INFORMATION DESK spelled out on the wall behind it in big golden letters.
A round, black woman sat behind the desk. She wore reading glasses as she read a small book in her hands. I was breathing hard and she looked up at me. "May I help you, sir?" She asked me politely.
"Silverstein, Jayna Silverstein," I said, "They said she was in a wreck," I didn't have to say anymore, apparently the receptionist knew right away. She started to type in her computer.
"Yes, sir. She came in through emergency," she paused, looking at her computer screen. She covered her hand over her mouth and I could see hurt in her eyes, "Mr. Silverstein, give me a minute and someone will be with you," she said with sadness in her voice.
I tried reading more into her expression. "Just tell me what floor to go to," I said, feeling anxious about seeing my wife. "Is she okay? Can you just tell me she's okay?" I asked her desperately.
She shook her head no and her eyes dropped down for a moment, "Mr. Silverstein, the doctor will be down in a moment and he can disclose any further information. I am sorry, I can't tell you anything. Now if you-"
"Just tell me where she is! Oh God!" I couldn't control my agitation or impatience, my voice was loud and angry. "Just tell me she's okay, please! Just tell me she's okay!" I could feel surrounding eyes on me, but it didn't matter, I needed to find my wife.
"Mr. Silverstein?" I heard a man's voice from behind me approach me. I turned around to see Jayna's OB/GYN.
"Dr. Chandlin, please tell me everything is okay with Jayna and the baby," I begged. His eyes went to the woman at the front desk and then to the other people who were moving about around us.
His eyes found the floor then found mine. The look in his eyes were of grief, "I will need you to come with me Mr. Silverstein," he said leading the way.
I followed behind him, twisting and turning down halls. Then we went to an elevator, where we went to the second floor. We walked off the elevator and entered through double doors into another hall way. When we passed by the nurses station, their eyes found me then quickly turned from me. I could hear whispers. I could feel deep in my gut something was wrong.
