My Ex's New Girlfriend (gxg)

Part 47

"What do you mean it's bad?" I asked Katie as she stood up.

I knew that we were about to go to the hospital.

"Brandon could hardly talk, he was hysterical. He doesn't even know if Ivy is alive," Katie said, a few tears escaping.

Hearing Katie say that hit me like a ton of bricks.

In the car, Katie told me that Brandon was able to tell her the hospital they were at down in Philly.

"All I could really make out was that they got t-boned, he had to be transported to the hospital, and he didn't know if Ivy was alive," Katie said, looking out at the highway as she spoke.

"This is fucking terrible," I said, letting out a deep breath, "They were going out on a date tonight...I can't believe it's ended this way."

"I know," Katie responded, "I'm just extremely concerned about Ivy. I need to know what is going on with her."

I could see how visibly stressed out Katie was as she drove. Her hands were gripped tight on the steering wheel, and she wasn't talking much. She also wasn't blasting her usual country music, so that is how one would know that something was truly wrong.

As we got closer to the hospital, I got a text from Brandon. All it said was "I'm in the ER."

That was all Katie and I needed to know. It was past 1 AM when we got to the hospital, and we were easily able to find parking by the entrance to the Emergency Department.

We rushed in, and when we got to the registrar's desk, Katie said to the woman behind it, "We're here to see Brandon Rossi."

"Brandon Rossi...let me see what room he's in," the woman said, looking at her computer. She then asked us, "Who are you in relation to him?"

"His good friends," I said, "Is that an issue, can we still see him?"

"You can," the woman said, "The row of rooms to my left, he's at the very end."

"Thank you," Katie and I both said to the registrar worker at the same time.

The ER was quite busy, busier than I expected it to be at 1 AM on a Wednesday. But it was an ER in the city, so I should have known. Katie and I weaved through the nurses that were walking around until we reached the last room on the left. It wasn't even a "room", just a small section blocked off by a curtain.

Katie pushed the curtain aside, and when we walked in, my heart sank.

Brandon was sitting up in the bed, an IV in his left arm, and his right arm was in a sling. There were a few cuts above his right eye and by his nose.

"Thank you for coming," Brandon said as we walked over to him, "My parents are on their way. My dad is furious about his Bugatti."

"Shouldn't he care about the condition his son is in, not his car?" Katie rolled her eyes.

"The car was two hundred thousand dollars," Brandon said back. His voice was hoarse.

"You could have died," I said to Brandon, "That's what he should be caring about."

"I just want to know how the fuck Ivy is doing," Brandon said, "I don't even know if she is alive! She wasn't conscious as they were taking her away in the ambulance."

"No one has been able to give you an update?" Katie asked.

"The nurses keep saying they have to speak to the Doctor," Brandon responded, "Then they'll give me an update."

"What happened?" I asked Brandon, "How did the accident even happen?"

"It was awful. The driver who hit us was really fucking drunk, they were speeding and t-boned us as I was going through a green light. They completely sped through a red light, and t-boned us on Ivy's side."