Complication

Chapter Sixteen

Justin's POV:

Hate surges through her hazel eyes, "Done" she spits out through her teeth.

I've never seen her this angry. She's been mad before but nothing like this.

I wanted to follow her, get her to change her mind. She doesn't mean it. Those are the words that keep cycling through my mind. But with the image of hate in her eyes trapped in my memory, I know those words are not true.

Javier lets me go when he sees her silver Volvo pull out of the driveway. "If we have to come back, you two are both in trouble." He sternly says to us.

I walk to the bleachers and sit down, suddenly in a daze. How? All these questions starting with such a simple word. But I know how.

I promised.

I broke a really big promise to her. It may have seemed simple and small when I made it, but it wasn't small to her.

"Dude, I'm sorry. I wasn't going to do anything. I was just looking at her hand, I swear."

I make a weak smile. It really wasn't his fault. I lost control. Since when do I do that? Beat somebody? Violence has never been my go-to action.

It doesn't matter now, she's gone. She doesn't want anything to do with me. I feel like I can't breathe, like I'm trapped under water with nobody there to save me.

"It's not your fault." I look up to him, his nose bleeding and eye black already. "Sorry"

"Don't worry about-"

He gets cut off by a terribly loud, ear shattering screeching followed quickly by what sounded like a bomb going off.

"What the-"

The noise doesn't stop, both Lucas and I jog to the in gate and look down the road where there is an insane amount of traffic.

"Accident?" He asks more to himself.

In the bushes, down the slight slope of the hill, far, far ahead, I see a car flipped over, smoke rising steadily from it. I squint to see better.

A silver Volvo.

My heart flys to my throat, "call 911" I panic and take off in the direction of the flipped car.

"Why are you running?" He asks confused.

I spin around, still running, "it's her!" I spin back around and make myself run faster.

The awful sight ahead of me was terrifying. Pieces of unknown car parts and metal covered the street. A red ford was pulled off to the side, the whole front of it missing. People surrounded that car, helping the young guy out.

I keep running and push off of people. "Gina!" I yell.

Did she get out of the car? "Where is she?" I slow down just enough to ask a women standing in horror.

"Nobody got out of the car" she answers sorrowfully.

"Shit" I pick my pace, "please be alive, please be alive" I say to myself.

"Gina!" I yell, now at the car. I circle it at least twenty times, trying to find a way in, trying to see her.

I get on my hands and knees and squeeze through the back windshield. The broken glass that's still attached to the car scraps my back but I continue.

Under a pile of shattered glass and blood, she lays limp toward the front of the car. "Gina" I crawl to her, "Gina" I yell. Tears stream down my face at I check for a heartbeat, pulse, anything!

"Oh thank god!" Escapes from my lips when I hear her heartbeat. But she's unconscious. And that scares me just as much.

Slowly I pull her out of the car and carry her out of the woods and into the clearing, still in hysterics.

I collapse like my legs didn't want to go any further. I look around me. "Her head!" One guy yells. I look down and the side of her head is covered in blood. At first I just thought it was a scratch but now that I look at it, it's a gash right above her right eyebrow.

Quickly I put pressure on it, finally noticing that it's still bleeding.

Get it together. I tell myself. My mind is moving at a million miles an hour yet I can't seem to process one thing. Why did t I notice her bleeding?

I hear sirens in the distance now but I have to stop the bleeding. With one smooth stroke, I take off my shirt and hold it on her forehead. I watch in horror at the blood penetrates right through my no longer white shirt.

I keep the pressure on it. Why wasn't anybody else helping? Why isn't anybody else helping her?!

The ambulance pulls up. I'm still crying and cradling her. One of the guys that hopped out of the ambulance runs over to me. "Are you okay?"

What? I think, Why is he asking me?  Then I remember that my face is probably bleeding from Lucas. "I wasn't in the accident. She was! Help her!" I'm panicking again, my heart pounding against my chest.

"Okay, calm down. Well take care of her." The man tries to reassure me. "Come with us." he tries to lead me towards the ambulance.

I keep looking back at her. All surrounded by paramedics. "Wait, no. I can't leave her!"

"You're not going to. We just need to ask you a few questions."

I roll my eyes, can't this wait? I need to be with her! He asks me endless questions all meaning the same thing.

I get in the ambulance with her and watch as the paramedics stitch the wound on her forehead.

When I try to follow them into her hospital room, I get stopped. "Family members only."

Family members? This isn't the ICU. I don't argue, I just have to get in. I have to be there when she wakes up... is she going to wake up? "I'm her..." I'm her what? I'm not her boyfriend anymore. And that's when it really hits me. Everything. The good times, the bad. My mind seems to click into overdrive, thinking too much too fast.

Suddenly back in a daze, my mind now refusing to think any further. Yet Im stuck with the same questions. I'm nothing to her anymore. Why am I here? She doesn't want me to be there when she wakes up. She probably doesn't want me to be there ever. "I- I'll wait." I sit in one of the chairs at the waiting room. I open my phone and dial her moms number. "Hey, there's no easy way to tell you this, but..." I explain just the accident. and nothing more. I say what she needs to know and within 45 minutes, she's running through the waiting room to the counter.

"Gina Ortz" She says to the lady at the counter. "I'm her mother." She looks over at me, "Justin!" She grabs my chin and moves my face left and right. "What happened to you?"

"Long story for another day." I turn towards the counter, "How is she?"

"They wouldn't let you see her?"

"It's family only" Says the lady at the counter.

"Let him in whenever, even if I'm not here."

The lady nods, "She's still unconscious and has a mild concussion. However, the bleeding has stopped. The doctor will be in her room shortly."

"Thank you. What room?"

"119"

We both speed walk to her room down the hall. I stay near the door as her mom walks up to her.

The doctor walks in, "Hello, I'm Doctor Kaiser. I'm sure Elizabeth at the front desk gave you the run down?"

"Yes" Gina's mom shakes his hand.

"That's just about it. She should wake up in at most a day."

"How bad is it?"

"The accident itself was bad. But she will be fine. She might not remember much of the accident, but that is the concussion and is completely normal."

A sigh of relieve escapes my lips. The doctor opens the folder, "However, there is something else."