Hey There Delilah

Part Four-"call 911. NOW"

   The doctors said he was thrown from his car.

   He landed in a nearby barbed wire fence which knocked him unconscious, as well as breaking a few bones and earning a few scratches.

  I was waiting when i got the call. Waiting for him. This was my fault. This was my fault.

    I was texting him. He was texting back. I should have told him to stop. He could have died. It should have been me.

   I will never forget the moment i got the call saying what had happened. I jumped into my car and sped towards the hospital. I couldn't hear anything; just a strong ringing in both my ears. I couldn't believe what happened.

I got to the hospital and saw Mr. & Mrs. Phillips already there, in the waiting room with Sofie, Logan's four year sister, crying into her mother's sleeve with her mom sobbing silently.
Andrew, Logan's best friend, was sitting in a corner with his head on his knees, also sobbing, but trying to hide it. I hadn't realized how much Logan has touched these people. It was unbelievable.

It was a few hours before we heard anything. Doctor Ramirez came out of the emergency room looking exhausted. He said Logan had hit his head against the door on impact and had been unconscious for a while. He was now awake, just resting.
"We found his phone." Said the doctor. "Someone named Delilah had texted him and when he looked down, the car swerved out of control."

Thats when it hit me, and my world came crashing down. It was my fault. It was all my fault.

Right then, a nurse burst out of the room.
"Doctor, come quickly, it's the boy."
I was on my feet in seconds. Where was he? I needed to see him; but the doors locked as soon as they closed.