My best-friends cousin

Chapter 15

Jessica's P.O.V.

The drive to the hospital, I couldn't stop thinking about Brad, Hannah and the babies. The ride was very short.

When I arrived at the hospital, I jumped out my car and ran through the front doors. When I get inside, I run the front desk.

"My son and his pregnant girlfriend got into a car accident.. I got a call saying to come down... are they ok? Please say they are ok!" I asked the lady in a paniced tone.

"What are their names?" she asks me.

"My son is Brad Morgan and his girlfriend is Hannah Landry. She is pregnant with triplets!"

She typed something into the computer and looked back up at me.

"Your son is in room 18 on the second floor and his girlfriend is in the ICU, gettting prepaired for surgery." she says.

"Surgery?! What? What's it for?" I ask.

"It doesn't say, would you like me to escort you to your sons room?"

"Uh- y-yes please."

"Ok, it's just this way." she says escorting me to the elevator.

We enter the elevator and she pushes a button with a number 2 on it, meaning the second floor.

The elevator goes up and opens on the second floor. We get off and continue walking down a hallway.

"It's this one, here." she said pointing to a door with a number 18 on it.

"Ok, thank you." i said quickly, opening the door and going inside.

When I got inside, and saw my son laying on the bed. He had a bandage wrapped around his head. It had some blood on it on the right side. He had an IV inserted into his left arm.

"Mom?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Yes, honey. It's me." I said starting to cry. I ran to his side and took his hand.

"Where's Hannah?! The babies! Are they ok?!" he asks, paniced.

"I don't know I havn't seen her yet."

"Go see her! I need to know if they are ok!"

"Ok, ok. I'll go look for her." I said walking out the door. I look around to find a doctor. When I spot one, I run up him.

"Can I help you?" he asks me.

"The lady at the front desk told me that my sons girlfriend was in the ICU, I- I need to see her."

"Ok, what is he name?"

"Hannah Landry."

"Yes, I know you are looking for. She is in surgery at the moment. She should be back in her room in about 2 hours, she had quite the impact."

"Wi-will she be ok?"

"She should be ok. She had a few fractured ribs, and her arm was fractured."

"She is pregnant, will they be ok? It's triplets."

"I will let you know as soon as I hear."

"Ok, I'll wait in my sons room."

"Ok, I'll come to find once Hannah is out of surgery."

"Thank you, doctor."

I walk back to Brad's room and tell him what the doctor had said to me.

He cried until the doctor came in the room, hours later.

"Hannah is out of surgery, would you like to see her, Ms.Morgan?" He asks me.

"Yes, please." I reply.

I follow the doctor out of the room and down the hallway. I follow him into the elevator. We went up to floor 6, the ICU floor.  

We get off the elevator and walk down the hallway and into room 36.

When we walk in the room and I see Hannah laying there.

She was not awake. She has a blue cast on her left arm, and a neck brace on. She has two black eyes and bruises all over her body.

"Are the babies ok?" I ask the doctor.

"I will go find the OBGYN (obstetrician gynecologist) and he will do an ultrasound." the doctor said leaving the room.

Minutes later, the OBGYN returns with an ultrasound machine. He sets it up and places the head of the machine on Hannah's belly.

"Triplets, right?" he ask me.

"Yes." I reply. "Are they ok?"

"Well, I'm not seeing triplets, but I do see twins. Meaning she lost one in the car accident. I'm sorry. But the other two look very healthy." he said before packing up the machine and leaving the room.

I walk back to Brad's room to tell him the news.

~A week later~

Brad's P.O.V.

The hospital is discharging me today but, Hannah is still in a coma. The babies are doing great but they won't continue to be great if Hannah doesn't wake up.

Yesterday, the doctor came in to check on me and I had asked what happened to the driver in the other car.

His name was Andrew Jordan. He died in the collision. He was 23 years old. He was coming home from the bar and he was very drunk on the drive home, which caused his to swerve on the road and also caused him to hit us. 

Hannah and I have received cards and flowers from Andrew's family, which is nice.

"How are you feeling today, brad?" the doctor asks me, as he walks in the door.

"A lot better." I reply.

"That's good. I'm going to get you to sign these discharge papers, here, and then you can go home." he said handing me some papers and a pen.

I signed them and handed them back to him.

"How's Hannah? Is she awake?" I ask him.

"No, not yet. But she is doing a lot better. Her wounds are healing up nicely and the babies are doing great."

"Ok, can I go see her?"

"Of course you can."

"Thank you."

I pack up my room and put all my stuff in my moms car. My car was totally destroyed in the accident so my insurance company is obligated to buy me a new one, which I will be receiving in a few days.

My mom and walk up to Hannah's room, this is the first time since the accident that I will be seeing her because the doctors wouldn't let me.

When I walk in the room, I get overwhelmed with emotions. She looks like she is in a lot of pain.

My mom and I go sit on the couch next to her. We just sit there and talked about the babies and what we are going to do about it.

We have decided to hold a funeral for the one baby we had lost.

While we were talking, I heard a moan coming from the area the Hannah was in. I look over at her and see that her eyes had opened and she was trying to talk. I run over to the bed and hold her hand.

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