Things Happen

Things Happen (Chapter 1)

Gaby’s POV—

Today was the day…Amanda and I had actually managed to find the time to hang out. We were both on campus and agreed to meet in the union, which is the ‘main’ place on campus to get food, so we could go to lunch. We both go to the same school, and you’d think we would see a lot more of each other but Florida State is a big school and being two completely different majors didn’t help. In the entire semester I’d see her maybe twice on campus, and that was by complete happenstance.

 I was so shocked that Amanda had agreed to have lunch with me; usually she is so busy with work or class to even bother. But don’t question the good things right?

 I had just gotten out of class when I checked my phone. I saw that I had a text and immediately checked it. It was Amanda saying I’m at the union. Where are you? I replied saying I had just gotten out of class and was headed there now. I wasn’t too far from the union, but I couldn’t help but notice I was speed walking now. I laughed to myself.

 When I finally go to the union I stopped for a second and scanned the area. I’d searched the whole place and was starting to worry when my eyes finally found her.

She was in a long beautiful sun dress. She looked absolutely amazing in it. Amanda wasn’t tall she was probably my height, 5’2” or 5’3” at best. She had unbelievably long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a gorgeous tan brown skin tone to match.

Once I’d spotted her I just wanted to stand there. I swear I could watch her for hours. I don’t know exactly what it is about this girl, but I love her, with all my heart. If she only felt the same about me, I would treat her to the world; she would be my world. A few seconds after I had seen her, Amanda turned around, as if she had some sixth sense. She smiled big, and waved frantically at me. I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit and smile as I walked up to her.

We exchanged heys’ and then she said, “So where do you want to eat? I was thinking we could go one of two places; Mexican, Tiajuana Flats, or Italian, Olive Garden.

Having lived in Italy for 6 years I had no intention of having some make shift Italian food, so I said Mexican. I don’t drive so when she suggested places off campus I automatically assumed she was driving.

We started walking to the parking garage across the street. She started casual conversation. Asking how my class was going and I asked how hers was. This conversation continued until we got to the crosswalk.

I thought to myself why are there no people here? It’s usually packed, just coincidence I suppose. Just was the light to walk turned green, they began crossing. Out of nowhere a guy on a sports bike comes speeding out of the parking garage. 

Just as I saw this guy coming I grabbed her to pull her out of the street but the asshole still manages to clip her. I got up from the ground immediately and screamed, “Asshole!” That’s when I turned around and saw Amanda still on the floor. I ran back to her, freaking out now. I couldn’t believe that there still wasn’t a soul in site.

I did my best to keep calm, and when I saw blood that became so much more difficult. “Amanda!? Amanda! Wake up! Please wake up!” I said as I helped her to her feet. I saw her coming to and I asked, “Which floor are you parked on? I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Gab-by, I-I’m fine I don’t—”

            “Amanda . . . I’m taking you to the hospital.”

            “Alright alright, I’m on the 5th floor.”

            Of course I thought, “ok lets go.”

            Just our luck the elevator was out of service. Any other instance and I wouldn’t have minded at all, but considering that I was practically holding Amanda up, it kind of sucked. I found her car easily having seen it quite a few times before.

            A few minutes later and we were on the road. “Amanda I don’t know where the hospital is. . .” I glanced over and she looked as if she was about to pass out. Let me just tell you it’s hard as hell to drive and keep someone who is less than half conscious up. “Amanda Amanda I need you to stay with me here. Amanda! I don’t know where the hospital is. Do you?”

            Very groggily Amanda tells me where to go. About 10 minutes later we were pulling into the ER. Helping Amanda into the hospital I yelled for help, “Help! Doctor! Someone! Please help my friend. She was clipped by a motorcycle. Please she was coming in and out of consciousness on the way over.”

            “Alright we’re going to help her.” A doctor said as she tried to reassure her, “Get her to trauma 3, what’s her name?”

            “Amanda, Amanda Coleman.”

            “Alright we’ll take care of her you can wait here.”

            “Wait let me go with her, can I go with her??”

            “Are you family?”

            “No but—”

            “I’m sorry then you’ll have to wait here.”

            “Amanda! Amanda! Should I call someone?!” I yelled down the hall. She replied still groggily, “no no I-I’m fine.” I turned back to the doctor and said, “You’d better take very good care of her doc.”

            “I will.”

            Then the doc motioned for her to sit in the waiting area. I was so nervous, so freaking worried. A woman came up to me, a nurse and asked me if I was alright. I questioned why she was asking, then she told me I was pacing. I stopped and sat in the nearest chair. I hated hospitals, it didn’t matter if I was the one being treated or not, I just hated them.

            I considered calling Amanda’s parents but figured I would wait to see if Amanda was ok first.