These roads are horrible. Pot holes every few inches I speed closer and closer to the hospital.
I'm surprised that the cops haven't caught me yet. If they did, I wouldn't care.
Yes you would. You would cry if you stole a balloon on free balloon day. My subconscious rudely states. She's right most of the time.
I make a U-turn when Henry Ford is in view.
I cross over an ugly red Taurus because he was going too slow for my led foot.
I drive around and park in the main building I see. Hospitals are so big and confusing.
A couple of people stare as I rush up to the lady at the front desk. A few kids laugh but I couldn't care less at the moment.
The woman at the front desk grimaces when she sees me but puts on a fake smile anyway.
"Hi ma'am how may I help you?" She smiles.
"My boyfriend was in a car wreck last night and Linda told me that he was here and he goes into surgery in about eight minutes and I need to see him." I ramble tears running down my cheeks.
"Okay. Are you family?" She asks.
Oh my goodness. "I'm his girlfriend let me see him!"
"What's his first and last name?"
"David Franco." I say.
She types something into her computer for the longest time. I only have about 5 or so more minutes.
"He's on the third floor room B12 but its family only." She smiles.
"I have to see him." Tears continue to run down my cheeks and I run past her towards the elevator.
"Ma'am I'm sorry but-" she yells.
I quickly get on the elevator jabbing at the number three violently.
I didn't notice someone else was on the elevator until a little girl moved closer to her mom out of the corner of my eye.
"Mommy what's wrong with her?" The little girl looks up at her mom.
"A lot more than you can imagine kid." I smile at her and she flashes a toothy grin.
The elevator releases and I speed down the hall looking for B12. I must've run down the wrong hall be because there are all odd numbers on this side.
I rush to the hall on the end and run right into B12.
"Thank god." I mutter under my breath. I open the door, my heart pounding in my chest so loudly, Chelsea at the front desk can probably hear it.
I expected to see about ten doctors with tools standing around Dave but instead, Dave is sound asleep on the hospital bed with soft snores sounding from his parted lips.
I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding.
I close the door behind me when a bunch of doctors rush to A8 a few doors down.
I turn around to sit beside Dave on the hospital bed.
Before I know it, I'm sound asleep with my head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart.
Dave's POV.
Last thing I remember seeing is black. I guess that's a good thing I didn't go towards the light but still. Last voice I heard was hers.
"Dave I can't let you do this, you're messing everything up." She had yelled at me. Those words are all I've ever heard since the accident and she's right, I messed it all up.
My car's messed up but I can fix it. I messed up Kayla but that's something money can't fix.
This trick I was playing was only supposed to be a trick. How was I supposed to know that the girl was going to make me like her? Let alone love.
I blink rapidly when I'm still in the hospital bed. I glance at the weight next to me and almost jump in surprise.
Kayla is laying down next to me with tear streaks down her sweat soaked face, her hair matted to the top of her head in some weird bird nest way, her infamous duck pajamas screwed all over the place, and two different types of men's loafers on her feet.
Still the most gorgeous thing I've seen yet.
How did she get here anyway?
I creep away from her side making sure she doesn't fall or wake up. These damn doctors haven't even came in yet to make sure I'm okay.
I got a small head concussion and to my luck the bastard I ran into isn't pressing charges.
I grab my belongings and gently toss Kayla over my shoulder. No one came in to tell me it was okay to leave but since nothing is wrong I'm sure it's okay to leave.
She stirs in her sleep while were on the elevator but she doesn't wake up. Heavy sleeper.
The lady at the front desk gives me a weird look and winks at me by the time I reach the door.
My car is fucked up and in the shop until further notice so I have to call someone to pick us up.
"James it's Dave can you to swing by the hospital and pick me up?" I ask when he answers on the third ring.
"Okay man then we can head back to my-"
"You're dropping me off at my place. Nowhere else." I state.
"Fine whatever. What hospital?" He asks.
"Henry Ford. Hurry your ass up."
"Be there in five." And he hangs up.
Kayla hasn't woken up yet but I'm sure she will when we get to the car.
We have a lot to talk about anyways so her being awake is good right? Maybe I'll wait. She's usually cranky when she first wakes up so explaining things to her now wouldn't be a bright idea.
A small child and her mother walk past and the kid starts screaming like a maniac.
"Mommy that's the girl from the elevator!" She screams and her mom glares at me or Kayla.
"Is she dead?" I hear her whisper and I roll my eyes.
"No sweetie I'm sure she isn't." Her mom laughs.
I can't believe I'm listening to their conversation.
"Not like grandpa?" The girl twirls with her skirt and her moms pulls her away, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
I look away awkwardly and I hadn't even noticed Kayla was already awake from the screaming I assume.
She pulls away from me and I set her back on the ground. She looks like a hot mess. Emphasis on the hot.
Minutes later of silence, James truck pulls up and she glares at me but gets in the backseat.
This is going to be one hell of a ride.
