Ruby drove my car with me in the passenger seat. I was too nervous to drive or think clearly at the moment. We picked Brylee up, but she didn't realize that Ruby was with me. My guess is that it's because of the shock of everything.
We pulled up at the huge hospital into one of the parking spaces near the front entrance. Ruby, being the lady gentleman that she is, made sure to hastily open the car doors for Brylee and I.
"Wait... When did you get here? Is this some weird dream?" Brylee asks, just now noticing Ruby's presence.
"No... Um we're kind of really good friends now." I didn't want to draw any unneeded attention at the moment.
She didn't look like she was buying it but she let it go for now. It's not important. We all briskly walked into the entrance of the hospital and I was the first one at the receptionist desk. There was a lady in a white coat with blonde hair in her mid 40's, talking on the phone about something medically related. Once she hung up, I think I scared the poor lady.
"Excuse me miss? Do you know what room Eliza Woods is in? We're her family and we want to see her now."
"Oh I'm sorry, she's not having any visitors at the moment."
"Well could you call her room and ask? We're her daughters and this is my friend. Please? We have no idea what is going on... We don't even know why she's here."
"I'm sorry... I can't give out patient information."
Without warning, Ruby cuts in front of me and slams her fist onto the desk staring daggers into this lady.
"Look, I know her mom is here. They are worried sick about her and they don't know what happened to their own mother. Do you have kids?"
The lady nervously shook her head yes.
"Well then wouldn't you want your daughters to know if you were at least safe?"
She nodded her head again, shifting her glance from us to Ruby.
"Look sweeties, your mom is in the intensive care unit... That's why she can't have visitors right now. The doctors are operating on her. If you all want to take a seat over there we can arrange at some point for you to see her. I just don't know when that will be."
We walked over to the waiting room, thanking her as we left.
Intensive care unit? Isn't that where stab victims and gunshot victims go?
The tv was turned up by a couple from across the room, breaking me from my thoughts. I turned my attention to what they were watching.
"Breaking news here on CNN. Beloved married mother who has two children, have suffered fatal gunshot wounds to the head and chest area. Witnesses say the suspect is known as a man named Evan Peters. Police aren't sure what the cause is yet, as the case is still ongoing in this federal investigation. If you see this man please call 911 immediately. Do not approach him as he is known to be armed and dangerous." They then showed a picture of his face and it's clearly him.
Evan... He did this? How could he? My mom
never did anything to him! Did I do this? Is this my fault? If I would've stayed with him he wouldn't have shot her...
I feel nauseous, my heart is beating at the speed of light, and I can't see anything in front of me...
"Olivia! Olivia? Come on babe please hang in there. Wake up!" That's the last thing I remember before blacking out.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
DJ Ruby
Random"No Evan just stay the fuck away from me, I'm serious". Panicking, I started to run as fast as I could, anywhere but here. "Olivia! Come back I swear it didn't mean anything!" I didn't answer back. I didn't care anymore. I was just done.
