Well into the night and well out of New York he drove, the curves and gentle slopes of the road sometimes disorienting, he found himself exhausted and delirious.
The headlights of the other cars were the only things that kept him awake, and he wasn't sure if he could make the night.
He couldn't help thinking, if I had left the city earlier, if I had left work earlier, I would've been there by now.
Matt called at some point, but the conversation had become a blur he couldn't remember.
He finally stepped out of his car and into the Hospital parking lot, and was hit with such a strong force of Déjà vu he doubled over and threw up.
Last time he heard the news, he had only heard something was wrong, yet hadn't known what that something was. He had found her in that wretched hospital bed, looking like shit, and he finally pieced it all together. Now, standing outside his car, the same feelings had returned, rushing back.
He wiped his mouth, leaning against his car for support, before finally walking in.
He used to love hospitals.
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