Escape

Chapter 3

Sirens. All I could hear was sirens. I couldn't stop looking at Luke. I could not believe what was right in front of my eyes. Luke surrounded by blood. This note from my tormentor from two years ago. Paramedics surrounding us on the field. All of Luke's friends. All of my friends. I just could not believe it. An hour ago, I was at my house finishing up homework. Now I'm here with an unconscious body at my feet. Two men came over and put Luke on a stretcher and then put the stretcher into the back of an ambulance. 

"Miss?" I heard a voice but somehow it didn't totally reach me. "Miss?"

"Huh?" I looked up. "Oh, I'm sorry. What?"

"Would you like to ride in the ambulance to the hospital? I mean, you're Luke Johnson's girlfriend, right? We just thought you'd to ride with us to the hospital." 

I slowly nodded my head and said, "Yes. I would. Let me just tell my mom to take my keys and drive to the hospital behind us. I'll be back in... one second." I went over to my mom and told her I was riding to the hospital in the ambulance with Luke and told her to drive my car to the hospital behind us. She said okay and I went and got into the ambulance. 

Before I knew it we were at the hospital. Doctors rushed out and the paramedics told them what was going on. "Luke Johnson. Found by girlfriend, Ashley Jones, at the local high school football field laying on the ground surrounded by blood. He seems to have a broken leg and some head trauma. Also a very large cut on his forehead."

Doctors rushed him off while I was held back by nurses and paramedics. "Luke. Luke!"

"Sweetheart, I need you to sit in the waiting room while the doctors figure out what's wrong with Luke. Can you do that for me?" A nurse pleaded.

"I need to see Luke. I need to know he's going to be okay. Is he going to be okay?"

"Miss Jones. I'm going to need you to sit down and calm down. We're going to find out exactly what is wrong with your boyfriend. And as soon as we know, we'll let you know. But you need to stay here."

I sat down in a chair as my mom walked through the door. "Mom, they took him away!"

"I know, darling. But they need to find out what happened to him. And you can't be back there while they do." She sat down next to me and pulled me to her chest. "But they'll find out and they'll let you know. He'll be okay. Just let the doctors do what they need to do."

I sobbed into her shoulder for the next five minutes. Then I finally calmed down. Eventually I fell asleep. About two hours later, a doctor came into the waiting room and said, "Luke Johnson family?" My mom and I got up. "Hello, I'm Doctor Shepherd. Luke has a broken leg and some head trauma. He also had a very large cut on his forehead. We cleaned the cut and gave him stitches so that should handle that. He'll have a cast on his leg for about three weeks if all goes well. The head trauma was our biggest concern. We had to do some minor surgery. But he should be okay. He seems to be recovering well. We do want to monitor him for the next few days since he did have to have surgery but he should be able to go home in about three to four days. Now, where are his parents?"

"They're in England. They recently moved there. Luke lives with his grandmother, but she wasn't at home when we went to go look for Luke," I answered.

"Do you have her number? I need someone to come sign some paper and they need to be related to the patient."

"Yeah, her number is 555-4509." He wrote down the number and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He started to walk away and I said, "Doctor Shepherd, is he allowed to have any visitors?"

"I suppose he is well enough to have visitors. Would you like to see him?"

I smiled. "Yes, I would like that very much."