Ryan was at the store, buying the items needed for the date that Danielle and him were having. "What do you need from here?" he asked her over the phone. "I just need a nice dress, and make sure it is not white, I'll get stains all over it, and I also need some new shoes, and that should be it." She told him, "Okay, see y-" she interrupted him, "and don't forget to stop by the restaurant to make our reservations." "Okay, well I'll see you home. Love you, bye." He went to the car, a blue dress and nice new sneakers for some sort of marathon that Danielle was going to run were all in a bag and he was on the phone making reservations for the restaurant, being too lazy to drive there and do it in person. He pulled out from the parking lot and started driving home.
"What is taking him so long" Danielle said to herself. She had been waiting there for about 30 minutes since the call, usually it only took Ryan 15 to get to the house from the store. Her phone rang, her answering with, "Hello?" The person on the other line saying, " Are you Danielle Brekin?" "Yes." she replied, "well, please come to the Saint June Hospital, your husband, Ryan has been transported here, he was in an accident."...
