He Will Regret Me

Disaster

Before I can even think about what's happening, I grabbed my keys and went.

Joey is in the hospital?! They said he was okay...but what happened?!

Thoughts race through my head. I'm driving so frantically, I can't concentrate...I have cars honk at me from my crazy driving. I just...I have to get there...as soon as possible.

I arrive to the hospital, and go to the receptionist. "I'm looking for Joey Smith?" I ask. She types in the computer, she looks at me with a nice smile "Floor 3, Room 345." I smile back "Thank you."

I take the elevator up, and travel the halls to the room. As I open the door, i see Joey's parents, Annie and John. His parents look at me, they remember me, me and Joey was childhood friends after all.

His mom rushes to me. Tears brimming in her eyes, and already tear stained face. "Oh! Kayla!" She hugs me tightly. I hug her back, and pat her back. Joey's dad stands behind her rubbing her back.

She pulls away, "Kayla....somebody hit Joey. He was in a bad wreck...the doctors say they have him barely hanging on..." She sobs. I walk over to the hospital bed. The sight I see makes me want to puke.

Joey has a bandage around his head, a spot of blood seeping through it. His right arm is in a cast. His face is bruised and scratched. His left arm has stitches down it. Tears start to fall down my cheeks. I drop to my knees beside his bed.

Joey's mom walks behind me and places a hand on my shoulder. I just cry, and cry, and cry. Why? Why Joey? He didn't deserve it...

"He's also has a broken rib. The doctors said his recovery would take a while. And that he should wake up soon." His mom tells me. I raise up and wipe my face. "Do they know who hit him?" I ask. She looks away to her husband with a nervous look "I-it was a hit and run..."

The reality of it just kicks me. Someone hit Joey in his car, and ran off...now look at him...he's so injured I can hardly identify him. Why did someone do this? Why did this happen?

I swallow and say under my breath "I-I got to call my mom...she must be worried."

I step out of the room and tell her about it. She tells me she will be here in a few.

I just lean my head against the hallway. Tears streaming down my face. I've got to stay strong...but every time I feel like I have some grip on my life, then it's turned around.

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I sit and poke my food around with my fork. Not hungry, my appetite has vanished in the void of my thoughts.

"Honey you have to eat something. You haven't hardly ate anything the past 2 days." My mom gives me a concerned look.

I sigh. "I know...its just...I've lost my appetite." I push away my plate. I get up "I'm sorry...its- I'm going to go take a nap." My mom shakes her head and looks down.

I go collapse on my bed and stare at the ceiling. What am I going to do? They doctors say he is getting better...they give him about a month to heal. But I also got bad news, he might have temporary amnesia. He has head trauma.

I close my eyes. Maybe I can actually drift off into sleep...

Joey...I love you...come back to me.

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A/n-

I know it's a depressing chapter...but this is they way I want this book to go.

We're getting close to the end of the book. *excitement*

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