You're the reason behind my S.M.I.L.E

Chapter 31

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Jennifer

The police arrived and took Mr. Reynolds' statement as well as people who witnessed it. I didn't give my statement though, I do not want to recall that scary memory ever. Truth to be told, the memory is going to haunt me for a long time.

I was so focused on his car that I didn't even notice the colour of the truck but thankfully some people were vigilant enough to jot down the number of the truck.

Shortly after, the ambulance arrived as well and they did a quick check up on Mr. Reynolds before taking him to the hospital for extensive check ups.

The overall atmosphere of the hospital and the antiseptic smell is anything but pleasant. Not to mention, it feels like all I can smell are medicines.

Mr. Reynolds is getting his check ups done while I wait for the nurse to do my hand's dressing. I keep tapping my foot on the floor waiting for him to get done. The thought of something not coming up right in the report is bothering me non-stop.

I kept asking people around if they knew anyone who suffered a car and what happened afterwards.

What they told me made me look at them in horror. Apparently, you can end up getting constant headaches, neck pain, back pain, elbow pain, wrist pain, lower back pains, foot pain and what not for weeks.

I hope he doesn't have those but the scene of him bent down in the middle of the road replayed in my head, calling for me desperately. I run my hand through my hair which I have been doing constantly.

At this rate, I might bribe the hospital to keep him there as long as they can to make him rest property. Knowing him, he wouldn't listen to stay in bed all day long.

I should focus on something else for the time being. My worries wouldn't change the test results no matter what.

I stared down at my hands, making my eyes stumble upon the black ink decorating Lincoln's name on my hand. I downright forgot that he wrote down his number on my hand. Taking a pen from the closest counter, I wrote it down on a piece of paper in case I washed it off my hand. Placing the paper safely in my bag, my concern is how to let him know about the loss of his jacket.

I need to send Lincoln an apology describing the event which led to his jacket no longer existing in the same condition it was provided to me. It burned when one of the guys used it to help extinguish the fire.

On the contrary, I could buy a new one instead which exactly matches it and pretend that it was never burned. I badly need advice from Kathy and Monica in this area.

Damn, I should probably call Walter but I doubt he'll pick up the call from an unknown number. I can't just text him in the middle of the night saying: 

Hey, Walter!

Jennifer this side.

I know, I didn't call or text you today but in my defense, I was with my hot professor the entire time and guess what?  He happened to embrace me today! How amazing.

However, the day turned gloomy when he had a car accident. I happen to have a crush on him since the beginning I guess—which got a lot stronger as I witnessed his accident. The thought of seeing a tomorrow without him in it seems excruciatingly painful.

Don't worry though, I am currently getting his check ups done at a hospital to make sure everything inside him is in proper working condition. It has to be.

Have a good night.

Take care.

B-bye.