Behind Closed Doors (New Version)

Chapter 93

Jenna's pov
(Same day as chapter 91 & 92)

The drive to the hospital feels like a nightmare that I can't wake up from. The ambulance ahead, with its lights flashing, is a constant reminder of what's happening. My hands shake on the steering wheel, and I can barely see through the tears that keep blurring my vision. I try to blink them away, but they keep coming. It's hard to breathe—like there's a weight pressing down on my chest, making every inhale feel shallow, forced.

I don't even know how I'm managing to drive. My mind is racing, spinning with a million thoughts, but none of them stick. All I can think about is Liv. Her lying in the back of that ambulance, bloodied, broken, and barely alive. I see the image over and over again—the bandage wrapped around her head, the blood soaking through, the way they were pressing down on her chest, trying to keep her heart beating.

I grip the steering wheel tighter.

The hospital comes into view, and I speed up, almost running a red light in my panic. The ambulance pulls into the emergency entrance, and I follow, parking in a spot that doesn't seem meant for regular cars, but I don't care. I slam the car into park and jump out, running toward the doors.

Emily is already there, standing near the entrance. She's on the phone, talking to someone—I don't even know who—and she sees me as I rush over. Her face is pale, her eyes red from crying. She quickly hangs up the phone and walks toward me, her arms open as if she's going to hug me, but I pull back.

"I need to see her," I choke out, my voice barely a whisper. My throat feels raw from all the crying, and my head is pounding.

"They're taking her in now," Emily says, her voice trembling. She glances toward the sliding glass doors as a group of paramedics rush Liv inside on a stretcher. I catch a glimpse of her—her face still pale, her eyes still closed. Machines beep loudly around her, and the hospital staff move quickly, shouting things I can't make out.

I take a step toward the doors, but Emily grabs my arm gently. "Jenna, wait," she says softly, but I shake her off.

"I can't wait! I have to—" My voice breaks, and the sobs return, harder than before. I cover my face with my hands, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on me all at once.

Emily pulls me into a hug, and this time I don't pull away. I cling to her, my body shaking as I cry into her shoulder. She holds me tight, whispering words I can barely hear. "It's going to be okay... She's strong... She's going to pull through."

But I don't believe it. How could she? After what I saw, after the way her car was destroyed... I don't even know how she survived long enough to make it to the hospital. My heart feels like it's breaking, piece by piece, with every second that passes.

We stand there for what feels like hours, though it's probably only minutes, before Emily pulls away. "Come on, let's go inside. We need to wait for the doctors to give us an update."

I nod weakly, wiping my eyes, though it doesn't stop the tears from falling. Together, we walk into the hospital. The lights inside are too bright, too harsh, and the smell of antiseptic fills the air. It's cold, sterile, and completely at odds with the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

The waiting room is filled with people—families, nurses, doctors moving in and out—but I don't see any of them. All I can think about is Liv.

We find some seats near the back, and I collapse into one, my legs finally giving out from under me. Emily sits next to me, her hand resting on my knee in a comforting gesture, but I feel numb to everything. The world around me feels distant, like it's happening to someone else.