The Bucket List of Georgina Reed

Chapter 5 - Breakdown

I cannot move. My body just stood in place, frozen.

"Hello? Georgina! Are you still there?" Natalie's voice echoed in my ear.

"Wha-What?" I whispered again, trying to breathe and convince myself that what I'm hearing is not true.

"Didn't you hear me?! I said Drake has been in a car accident!" Natalie repeated her words, more clearly on the phone.

Oh my God. Finally absorbing the news, I sat down on the bed, not minding my wet body that just came out from the shower. I inhaled sharply and went back talking to Natalie.

"Ho-How is he?" My voice in hoarse.

"I don't know at the moment, but Stan told me he is still monitored by the doctors after he was brought in."

I gulped. "What hospital? I am going. Now." I asked her, barely breathing.

"He's in Westbrooke Medical Center Emergency. I'm on my way there right now. Let's just see each other there, okay?"

"Yeah," I replied huskily, trying to halt my tears from falling.

"George, just be careful." She said trying to soothe me. She knows how I panic in situations like this.

I hang up the phone and quickly dressed up, putting on some hoodie and my jeans. I paced through my shoe cabinets and slipped on my Chucks. Then I quickly grabbed my phone along with my other purse from the bed, and dashed through the stairs.

"Sam, I'm going out. Just tell mom I went to see Drake." I hurriedly informed her while going downstairs. She whipped her head, then face me.

"Why are you in hurry? Is everything fine?" She asks me worriedly. 

"No," I answered her as calm as I could and dashed to the hallway and grabbed the car keys. "I'm going to Westbrooke Medical Center, in case mom asks." I informed he then slammed the door behind me.

"No--Wait! George!' I heard her call out, but I was already outside. I have no time to explain things right now. I've got to see Drake fast. I ran to the car, switched the engine on and drove as fast but careful as I could.

Images flashed through my mind and tears dribbled down my cheeks. No, no, no, no. Don't think that. Don't expect the worst. Drake will make it, I know.

I wiped the tears and began swerving on the road as cars go past behind me. I was literally driving crazy. I glanced up at my speedometer, and I was driving at 90. Shit, I've never driven this fast. My chest starts to pound wildly.

Oh no, please. Not now. I drank my meds this morning and I hope it will take effect right now. I touched my chest slightly, and offered a silent prayer.

Please, please, please.

I glanced at the surroundings and I know I was near the place. I kept driving, and saw the hospital sign. I am here. I parked the car near the hospital's Emergency entrance, and switched the ignition off. I grabbed my car keys and put it inside my purse. I breathed heavily.

There better be good news. Please, there better be. Drake, just hold on.

I hastily climbed out of the car and walked my way to the Emergency room. As I was walking, loud noises was filled in the room. I can barely see clearly with all this people crossing my way and hear their worried chatters. I dashed a little more inside and I saw Stan, standing on the edge of a hospital bed. He was still wearing his black tux from last night and he looks so scared. He caught my eye and I can't help but let my tears fall down on my cheeks again. He looks sorry and scared at the same time.