The smell of cleaning supplies hit my nose. My phone had been going off for a long time now, many people asking me questions about Blake's accident. I could clearly tell people a thousand times and they still wouldn't understand that I had no idea. I wasn't there, I didn't see it happening, if I would I still wouldn't tell people what happened. This was Blake we were talking about Blake Carter. He was a star and being in an accident wasn't something the world could handle.
“Blake Carter's room please?” I asked a nurse. She looked me up and down and nodded, typing his name into a computer.
“May I see your I.D?”
I pulled it out showing her without a question about it. Chances were they didn't want just anyone to be able to come in and see him, only people that he could trust and that wouldn't be a liability. Blake being as rich as he was was proving to actually be helpful right now. After checking my name into a system she handed my back my I.D. Card.
“Room 302, third floor take a left.” I nodded and walked away, listening to the sounds of my shoes clicking against the tile. The elevator wasn't that far away, I would be able to reach it soon. Hospitals made me feel nervous, like I didn't belong. And I didn't I was never sick, I never got hurt. I prided myself in thinking I was a safe person.
I pressed the button for the elevator, a little nervous that it was crawling with germs, this is a hospital, its clean. A clear ding sounded and brought me back to my thoughts, it was empty. I slid in and pressed the large three button. Waiting and tapping my foot for the doors to close.
“HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!” A male called out screaming and running towards me and my empty elevator. I kicked my foot in the way of the door, it pressed slightly against me and clicked back into the wall. He came in heaving and extremely out of breath. Blake and Dakota would kill him in a race. Damn, a race. I could feel my face turning into a frown.
“Oh, I didn't mean to make you sad ma'am. I can leave if you want.” The doors were starting to shut, I shook my head no that he could stay, but I felt myself wrapping my arms tight around my torso.
“Its not you sir. Just hospitals and why they bring people together.”
“I agree. I am sorry if I made you sad.”
We went up a level, the man went to a wall and leaned against it, he never pushed any buttons when he got in. was he going to the same floor? We reached level three and I made my way out of the elevator, “I hope who ever it is you are here to see is okay, or will be okay.” I smiled and waved at him as I took a left turn. 300, 301, 302. Blake's room.
The door was shut, do I knock, do I just go in? I choose knocking, I didn't get a reply. I knocked again this time slowly opening the door. “Blake, are you awake?” I felt my self giggle a little at my silly rhyme but walked on, listening to the machine beep out his heart rate. It was steady and strong, but he wasn't looking like he was strong.
Bandages covered his face, he had both his eyes showing, and his mouth, but majority of his forehead was covered along with his nose. Tubes were coming out of both his nose and his mouth, a breathing machine next to him pumped air into his lungs softly. His chest moved up and down in opposite reaction to the breathing machine. An IV was stuck in hiss arm, multiple bags of fluid being pumped into him.
His arm was in a cast, a green one, his legs were propped up and had giant sock like things over him, I watched and notice they were pumping in the same motion as his heart rate. Maybe they were making sure his legs still got blood to them?
He looked terrible. I had never thought there would be a time or day that I would see Blake Carter like this. It made me sad.
He was alone in his room, but flowers and other gifts sat on a large table next to him. Cards and candies that looked like they had been opened littered the table as well. I took a seat next to him, placing my hand on his. It was cold.
