My Saving Grace (book 2)

August 14, 2025

Scott let the phone drop from his hand, the clatter of it hitting the floor ringing around the room. The rest of the band starred at him in bewilderment as his face turned an unhealthy shade of white. His eyes were wide and starred ahead as if transfixed on the wall above Mitch's head.

All the woman had said, who's voice he recognised to be Cheryl's, a neighbour with two children the same age as Jessica and the twins, was that Noah had been hit by a car and that they were taking him to the hospital. She didn't say whether he was okay. She didn't explain what had happened. She didn't even pass him onto Alex.

"Scott?" Kevin said, snapping him out of his head. Scott's eyes landed on the people who starred at him.

"N-noah... He's been hit by a car." Scott stuttered, grabbing his keys and picking up his phone from the ground.

"Is he okay?" Kirstie asked, her eyebrows coming together in a frown. She couldn't imagine what was going on in his head at that moment.

"I- I don't know.... It wasn't Alex... It was a neighbour. She said they've taken him to the hospital in an ambulance but that's all." Scott whispered, his thoughts racing. He hadn't felt that much anxiety in a long time. "Is- is it okay if I go down to the hospital?" He asked.

"Of course. I'll come too. I'll drive." Mitch stated. Scott nodded and they both ran out the door and to Mitch's car. The car ride felt like an age. Scott was left only to his thoughts and to assumptions of what could have happened.

Did he just have a broken arm? Did he hit his head? Was he in a coma? Who hit him? How did they hit him? Where was Alex? Where was Toby?

"He's probably just broken an arm or something." Mitch reassured as they pulled into the hospital.

"I don't know. I can feel something is wrong. He's probably fine though." Scott said, trying to believe his words. They walked through the doors and to the reception where there was a small woman sat. She looked up and smiled.

"How can I help you?" She asked. Mitch stopped just behind Scott, looking around the waiting area. He thought maybe he would be able to see someone he recognised but he didn't.

"I'm looking for my husband, Alexander Kirk, and my son, Noah Kirk." Scott announced, his hands sweating. He didn't know what the hell was going on and he just wanted answers.

"I'm sorry I can't let you see them unless you identify who you are." The woman said. Scott's eyes went wide. "I need to see proof that you know these two people."

"What you want my fucking marriage certificate? Funnily enough I don't carry that around everywhere I go." Scott snapped.

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't give out any details as I don't know who you are." She said. Scott could feel himself getting frustrated.

"I'm Scott Hoying. My husband is Alexander Kirk. See, is this ring on my finger not enough?" Scott held up his left hand to show her the silver band around his ring finger. "We have three kids and I can tell you every fucking detail about their lives. One of them being Noah who I was just informed over a phone call was hit by a car. I don't know what's happened to him and I don't give a shit whether you need to follow the rules or not. Just let me see my son!" Scott slammed his fist down on the counter, people turning and starring at him.

Mitch reached out placing his hand on Scott's shoulder. "Scott, calm down." Mitch reassured stepping in front of him. "Go into Google and look up their names. Isn't that proof enough?" Mitch asked the woman who began to type into Google. She looked up after a while, muttering her apologies and telling them where to go.

They followed her down corridors and corridors which seemed to spiral upwards. Elevator after elevator bringing them to the top floor. A sign that said emergency care over a door. A waiting room that seated three people, one of them being Alex. His head was in his hands. His feet tapping against the ground.