Sketchpads and Guitars

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

"stay with me, darling. Stay with me" said a strong feminine voice she didn't recognize, there were suddenly too many sounds around her, too many people talking, she tried to open her eyes and make up of her surroundings but her vision was still a blur and it feels like her head is spinning, there were police cars and an ambulance around the area, and from the looks of it, they're still in the place where the accident happened, in front of her is a medic trying to tend to her wounds, she's in her late 40s and her gloved hands were covered by blood, her blood. She tried to get her attention but the woman is a little occupied at the moment, so she brings her shaking hands and with her last remaining strength, she gripped her arm and it most definitely got the woman's attention.

"Please—save my baby. Please" She said her voice begging, almost inaudible. She's pleading for her life, hers and her baby's life. She prays that maybe, just maybe, by some miracle, they will both survive this.

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"Pick up. Please pick up." Kenna said while nervously waiting for Francis to pick up the phone, they're on their way to the hospital where Mary was admitted, Bash was driving the car equally worried while Kenna's on the passenger seat, trying desperately to calm down. She knows that Francis asked Mary for some space but she also knows that even though they're not together anymore, Francis still cares about Mary, not to mention she also worries that the baby—which Francis didn't even know existed—might cease existing at any moment. Francis finally picked up after the third ring, she forgot he's few hours ahead and it's probably early morning where he is now, damn time zones.

"Hello, Kenna?" Francis said on the other side of the line, his voice thick with sleep but also filled with worry

"Did something happen? Why are you calling me at this hour?" Francis added, his voice urgent

"It's Mary, she got into a car accident. She's hurt Francis."

"What? How is she now? How bad is it?" Francis said, his words barely understandable, his breath quickened. Kenna can hear that he's moving around his flat, fast.

"I don't know yet, we're still on our way there... Francis, I don't mean to worry you but... will you please come? I know you guys are still on rough terms but she needs you h—"

"I'll catch the next plane, just text me which hospital is it, okay?" Francis said, his voice still hurried, he seemed in panic.

"okay, bye" Kenna said and hung up the phone

"he's on his way" She said to Bash, it's only now she realize that her hands are shaking

"it's gonna be alright, Kenna. She's gonna be alright." Bash said as he squeezed Kenna's hand, transferring his warmth to her.

"I hope so" Kenna said, squeezing his hand back, she wants to believe that Mary's alright but she doesn't know that for sure. It's still a two hour drive to the hospital and she doesn't know if she can last that long, with her heart beating mercilessly fast in her chest.

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"Mary. Mary Stuart" Francis said breathlessly to the nurse in the hospital, he just arrived and he went straight to the hospital, with a phone in his hand, unruly curls, confused and worried eyes, he looks like a lost boy, helpless and scared.

"room 412" The nurse said after looking at the computer screen

"Thank you" Francis politely said before rushing to the elevator, his golden curls almost bouncing with every step. His hands are cold and his heart is pounding in his chest, he's scared of what he might see, he can't take it to see Mary hurt, and what's worse is that he wasn't there when she needed him most, she's hurt and he came late, he should have been there when it happened, he should have been the one who helped her first.