I Don't Care If It Will Break My Heart.

And I Don't Ever Want To Lose My Best Friend.

-Manny's POV-

"Come on, Kari. Pick up," I said aloud to myself, pacing back and forth in my living room. I ended the call and tried again, seeing if the sixth call would be the one that she picked up on. But she didn't. "Where is she?"

I grabbed my keys and walked out the door. My phone vibrated in my back pocket, signalling that I was having a phone call. I grabbed it quickly and answered, not even looking at who was calling me.

"Hello?" I said, panicked.

"Hello, is this Miranda Evans?" A too happy women said.

"This is she, may I ask who's calling?" I said, getting in my car.

"This is Jonah, from the Regional Hospital of Scranton," she said, her voice growing sadder. "Your friend Kari was just brought in here. She was in a car accident on the Webster bridge this evening."

"Oh my god," I whispered.

"You were listed as an emergency contact, so we thought we would let you know," she said, her voice still sad.

"Thank you," I said and hung up.

Oh god. Is she okay? She's hurt, only hurt, right? But what if...

No. I can't think like that. I turned my car on and started to drive. She was so drunk, why was she driving? Why would she do this?

Tears started to spill down my cheeks from all the things that could have happened to her. She's going to be okay, Manny, she's going to be okay, I kept telling myself, no matter what I actually thought.

I pulled up to the sidewalk and threw my car into park, not bothering to turn it off, and ran towards the front door of this too big house. The lights were still on. He was still awake. I pounded on the door so hard my fists started to hurt.

"Come on, answer the fucking door!" I said to myself as it slowly creaked open.

"Manny, what are you doing here?" Chris asked, looking at me. "What's wrong?"

"It's Kari."

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"Chris, wait!" I yelled, running after him as he ran towards the doors of the hospital. I barely made it through the doors when he got to the office. I couldn't hear what he was saying until I was close enough.

"You can sit in the waiting area and a doctor will come and speak with you shortly," the too-preppy secretary said. I read her name tag. Jonah.

"Thank you," Chris said and walked to the waiting room. We took a seat together and he put his head in his hands. "This never would've happened if it weren't for me."

"No, Chris. It's not your fault. She shouldn't have drove considering how fucked up she was," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder blade gingerly.

"God, if she doesn't...." He started.

"Don't you dare say that Chris. We have to stay strong through this. She's going to be okay," I said, trying to reassure him, and myself.

He kept his head in his hands and we waited. And waited. And waited. It felt like hours had gone by before a doctor walked into the waiting room, but it was only half an hour.

"Miranda?" He asked, looking at me. I stood and Chris did, too. "Hi, I'm Dr. Carnova."

"Nice to meet you," I said, shaking his extended hand. Chris did nothing.

"Kari was severely hurt. When the ambulance got to her, she was unconscious. We had to rush her into immediate surgery, which she's still in," he started. His eyes turned soft, and he his voice went low. "She was so hurt. We don't know if she'll make it through this."

My hand covered my mouth and I tried to fight back the tears. Chris dropped to his knees, his face buried in his hands. I kneeled down next to him, trying to be strong for the both of us and put my hands on his shoulders, trying to pull him into my arms. When he looked at me, I couldn't hold my tears back.

It was the first time I've ever seen him cry.