I don't think my heart had ever raced as hard as it did when I heard about my Adam-my newly claimed Adam-in a hospital, because of a car crash no less.
When the doctor told me, my heart dropped and my immediate thoughts were that I had to go, even though the doctor told me to wait.
I shoved the keys into the car and the engine roared to life, and I spun out of my parking spot and left the parking garage. The drive to the hospitals was only about five minutes but they seemed to drag on to about an hour.
Finally I got there and rushed to the front desk, asking what room Adam Young was in.
"He's in surgery, sweetie," The secretary replied nicely.
"What? Didn't he just get here?" I frantically needed information.
"He's been here for about two hours now, his surgery should have just started about ten minutes ago," she calmly said.
"Well, can you at least tell me what's wrong with him?" I bit my lip.
"What are you to him?"
"Girlfriend," Even at moments like this, my heart swelled at that word.
"Okay, fill out this paper and then I can fill you in on everything that happened to him."
I took the paper, and scanned them over, seeing it asked for things I had no clue about Adam, like social security, names of his parents and even his birthday. I didn't know any of this stuff.
I crumpled up the paper, and ran out of the hospital, and took out Adam's phone, he'd left it at my apartment when he left-stupid.
I scrolled through his contacts, until I finally landed on Mom. I clicked the name and pressed call.
"Hello?" A woman's voice came over the phone.
"Yes, hi, this is Jen Casey, Adam's girlfriend, and-"
"Wait, Adam isn't dating a Jen, he's dating a Lindsey," she paused, "Who are you?"
"Adam dumped her, and we started dating, now would you please listen?" I begged.
"Um, I guess so."
"Adam was going to get Chinese food, and he got in a car crash, and now he's at St. Paul's hospital, and he's in surgery and I can't see him because I'm not family."
"Oh my gosh," the phone rustled around and I heard, "HONEY GET THE CAR READY, WE NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL, ADAM WAS IN A CAR WRECK!"
"Hurry."
"I'll be there in ten minutes, hold on, sweetie."
I paced outside the front doors for about seven minutes, until I saw a green jeep speed into a parking spot, and two older people jump out and run to meet me.
"Hello, you're Jen?" Adam's mom asked.
"Yes, nice to meet you, you're son is fantastic."
"Thank you. May I say, you're much more appealing than his last girlfriend, so many tattoos and fishnets!"
"Well thank you," I laughed awkwardly and turned to go inside.
We walked inside and stood at the front desk, waiting for the secretary to get off the phone.
"Oh, hello there, back so soon?" she smiled sweetly at me.
"Yes, now these are Adam's parents, can we see him now? Is his surgery almost done?" I cried.
"Hun, you can't see him until twenty minutes after surgery, and he just got out, so wait twenty minutes."
I sighed and walked to a hard, plastic chair and sat down. I flipped through countless magazines, fiddled with my fingers and checked twitter until twenty minutes was up and I dragged his parents to the front desk.
"Hello, here for Adam Young?" The secretary asked.
"Yes," I firmly answered.
"Okay, you may see him once I get a signature from Mrs. or Mr. Young," she handed them a pen and a paper and they signed.
"Thank you!" I grinned.
"Oh, and he's not in very good shape, be gentle with him."
We walked to his room and through the glass windows I saw his pale face with closed eyes and multiple cuts.
"We'll leave you two alone for a little then we'll come in, okay?" Mrs. Young smiled reassuringly, "We'll be in the lobby."
I rushed in and sat on his bed, stroking his soft hair.
"Jen?" Adam mumbled.
"Yes, baby, it's me."
"Where've you been?" he asked, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Waiting for you," I said.
As I looked closer, I saw Adam couldn't open his eyes, there were small bandages covering each eye.
"What happened to your eyes?" I bit my lip, and breathed in.
"The front shield's glass shattered, and two pieces went into each of my eyes."
I gasped and hugged him closer.
Would I ever see his warm, chocolate orbs again?
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