*Oli's P.O.V*
It's been a while since I've heard from Hannah or anyone really. It's been weeks since she left but the worrying never stopped.
I finally built up the courage to get myself out of bed. I grabbed some clean clothes and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower.
When I got out of the shower I decided to finally shave my beard that had been getting out of control. I sort of gave up on myself after Hannah ran away.
Once I was all cleaned up I headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. I was about to pour up some cereal when I got a phone call from the hospital.
I answered it almost wanting to throw up with anxiety quickly filling my stomach.
"Hello?" I spoke into the phone.
"Hi, is this Oliver?" A quite voice spoke back to me.
"Yes. I'm sorry, whose this?"
"Hannah's mother. She's been in an accident, I think you should come down here."
I immediately hung up the phone, my body shaking with anxiety and my breaths becoming shorter every minute. I couldn't calm down.
I ran out to my car still shaking with fear. I sat in front of the wheel trying to calm myself down before driving anywhere.
I finally got a grip on myself and carefully made my way out of the driveway and to the hospital.
