About an hour after the head on collision, Brad wakes up.
Brad's P.O.V.
I'm in a lot of pain and I don't know why.
The last thing I remember is getting Hannah's ri- wait, where's Hannah?!
"HANNAH?!" I yell out.
No reply.
"HANNAH?!" I yell out again.
Still no reply.
I start to look around but it hurts. I look all around the car and spot Hannah. She is pressed up against a broken window and the air bag pushed on her baby bump.
"HANNAH!!?" I yelled out trying to get her to answer.
I try to reach her but I can't because I'm wedged in between my air bag and seat.
All I can move is my one arm that is closest to Hannah. I try to nudge her but I can't reach, so I look around for help.
Right in front of our car is another car but it is upside down and isn't close enough for the person inside to hear me.
I remember that I have my cell phone in my pocket. I can reach it so I grab it and take it out of my pocket. I dial 911 for help.
"Hello? 911, what's your emergency?" I heard the dispatcher say.
"Hello! I need help! My girlfriend.. she isn't ok! She needs help!" I say paniced into the phone.
"Woah, woah.. slow down sir. Start by telling be what happened."
"I don't know. we were in a car accident I think please help!"
"Ok, I'll send all services. How many people are involed?"
"Uh- me, my girlfriend and I think another person but I cant see them."
"Ok, I'll track your cell phone and send services to your location. Stay calm."
"Thank you. My girlfriend is pregnant with our triplets! WILL THEY BE OK?!"
"We will do the best we can to make sure that they are, sir."
About 10 minutes pass before the services arrive on scene.
"HELP MY GIRLFRIEND!! SHE IS PREGNANT! HELP PLEASE!" I yelled starting to cry.
"Remain calm, we will help her and you, but first we need to get you both out of the car." the paramedic said to me.
The paramedics lifted me out of the car and placed me on a stretcher.
"NO YOU NEED TO HELP HANNAH FIRST!" I yell out.
"We are helping her but we need to get you help too." they said to me. I saw them pushing another stretcher up and out of the ditch. Hannah was on it, still not awake.
"HANNAH?!" I yell out to her. still nothing.
The paramedics put me and Hannah in separate ambulances and take s to the hospital.
During the ride to the hospital, all I could think about was Hannah and the babies and why we ended up this way. What happened?
"Hannah? Is Hannah ok? What about the babies, are they ok?" I ramble on.
They wont answer my questions, which makes me think the worst. What am I going to do without her and the babies? I start to cry even harder, tears are running down my face washing off some of the blood.
We finally arrive at the hospital and the paramedics lift me out of the ambulance and push me into the hospital. I caught a quick glance of Hannah, and she is still not awake.
We get put into separate rooms. She gets put in the ICU (intensive care unit) ward of the hospital and I get put into the general care ward.
Jessica's P.O.V.
*ring ring*
The ringing phone awakens me. I sit up on my bed and look at the clock, it's 12:30p.m.. Who's calling this late?
"Hello?" I say into the phone.
"Hello. Is this the mother of Brad Morgan?" the person on the other line asks.
"Yes?" I question, realizing that I never heard them come home.
"There has been a car accident involving your son and his girlfriend, Hannah Landry. They are both in the hospital now, getting care for their wounds. Brad is awake and talking but, Hannah is not."
"What?!" I yell into the phone. "What hospital?"
"They are in the Calgary General Hospital."
"I'm on my way." I say, hanging up the phone and running to my car. I get into the car and drive to the hospital.
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HEY! I KNOW I'VE UPDATING LOTS BUT I HAVE NO LIFE SO I WILL ALOT FOR A WHILE, UNTIL SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN! THANKS FOR READING!
~Robin
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