More Than Friends...

Chapter 16: Naps

I dropped my phone and it landed on the car's floor. I did a complete U-turn to go to the hospital. Questions I didn't have answers to filled my mind. I couldn't think straight. I parked in the hospital's parking lot right in front of the emergency center. I sprinted into the hospital and when I got to the main lobby, I looked around for one of the brothers. I saw Anthony first and came running towards him screaming, "Anthony!"

He looked around and when his eyes found me, he opened his arms for a hug. I jumped into his arms and cried into his chest. I calmed down and asked him, "Where's Andrew? Is it bad or really bad?"

He sighed and said, "They won't tell me anything about him. They just keep telling me to wait."

I groaned and pulled him towards the desk where a nurse about 20 years-old was talking on the phone. She was laughing and twirling the wire that connected the phone to the keypad. We got there and she was still talking. I decided to be nice, so we at least had a chance of finding something out. I said in a sweet voice, "Excuse me, ma'am?"

She ignored me.

"Excuse me?"

She ignored me, again.

I leaned over the desk and pressed the 'End Call' button on the keypad and the lady just looked at me like I was crazy. I was pissed and I was done with the nice act. I said to her with sickly sweet voice, "Now that I have your fucking attention, can you please tell me what room Andrew Gomez is staying in?"

She groaned and started looking for his name on the computer. She looked at me with a bored expression and said, "He will be staying in room 230, but he's still in surgery."

Anthony spoke up, "What happened to him? How did he get here?"

She sighed and said, "We don't know what happened to him, someone found him near a river bleeding profusely and called an ambulance."

"How bad is it?" I said, hoping to God that it isn't as bad as it seemed.

She looked at the computer screen again and said, "His right leg is broken, his left wrist and ankle are bruised and sprained severely, his left lung is collapsed, he was shot multiple times on his left leg and right arm, and it's possible he could have a concussion."

I was sobbing by the time she finished listing all his injuries. I ran out of the hospital in tears, ignoring Anthony's voice calling my name. I got in my car and drove to the nearest bar. It was already 10 o'clock and I need to get drunk off my ass. I needed to feel numb. I couldn't deal with all the emotions swarming me.

I walked into this random bar; all I knew is that they almost never checked your ID. I sat on one of the bar stools and ordered a shot of vodka. I downed it and let the acidic liquid go down my throat. It burned the first time, but after the fifth one I was numb. I felt buzzed and I eventually forgot why I was even there.

In my drunken haze, I saw Mikey walk in through the bar's front door. He looked around and his eyes locked on mine. He walked towards me and scooped me up in his arms and carried me out of the bar bridal style. I thrashed around in his arms and his grip on me tightened even more. I stopped trying to get out of his embrace when I realized that it was useless considering he was ten times stronger than me.