The receptionist watches the TV and she sees the emergency responders pull a body bag onto the ambulance at the scene of the crash.
She looks back at Nate and reacts with, "What the hell?"
"This does not make any sense." She says in a state of complete shock. "Why would you come here? Why would you need help from me? Whatever help you're asking for, that is."
"Because there is no one in this waiting room. There is no one behind the counter at the moment but you." Nate says, as tears gloss over his eyes, "There is no one. I can't draw too much attention to myself like my friend did. He's dead too, but there is no chance of him being saved. At least not anymore. We were too late."
"What? Who is your friend?" She asks.
"His name was Gabe," Nate replies.
THREE MONTHS EARLIER
Between tears, Becca speaks up, "I can't believe we did this. We could end up in so much trouble. All for nothing. We should have just accepted his death. Maybe this news that he ran into that gas station 8 minutes after he died...maybe that's just bullshit. It's probably bologna. We just let our feelings get involved. Our hope that he was alive. We need to accept reality and move on. Let's get the hell out of here."
In a rage, she walks out of the room and slams the door behind her.
Nate stares at Gabe's dead body in shock.
"What were we thinking?" Nate asks himself.
Nate follows behind her and walks out the room. He notices she is about to storm out the emergency exit, without evening paying attention.
"Becca! No!" Nate yells.
"What?!" Becca says as she opens the emergency exit of the hospital that they snuck in, and it sets the alarm off.
Nate looks at her with wide eyes.
"Run!" He yells at her.
She panics and continues out the door, and the door slams shut behind her. Nate runs to the door and opens it again. It doesn't take long for him to catch up with Becca and they run to their car. They start it up and jet off.
Meanwhile, while they are gone, the cops show up with little to no evidence left behind. Nothing is solid enough to run on.
The next morning, Nate wakes up to his phone ringing. It keeps ringing, until he groans and unwillingly picks it up. It's 6 in the morning.
"Hello?" He picks up the phone in a grumpy tone.
"Hi, I am a nurse at the Saint Medical Center. Is this Nate Walker?" He asks.
Nate doesn't know what to say. He immediately wakes up and wonders if they know that he intruded the night before. Not knowing what they were going to say, he assumes the worst.
"No, I'm sorry, you have the wrong number." Nate response. "Goodbye."
"Becca, wake up." Nate says, trying to shake her so that she will wake up.
"What? What is it?" She says, irritatedly.
"I think they're onto us. Someone knows we were at the hospital last night." Nate says, panicking.
"How do you know that?" She says, with a sudden worried look.
"A nurse just called asking if a Nate Walker was there so I said they have the wrong number." Nate responds.
Becca rolls her eyes.
"Nate, seriously? Maybe it's too early to think for you but why would a nurse call you to question you? Wouldn't that be more of a job for, say I don't know, the authorities?" She asks, with sarcasm.
"Oh my god, you're right." Nate says. "Let me call them back."
"Didn't you say you had the wrong number?" Becca asks.
"Oh, shit." Nate sighs in frustration.
Suddenly, Nate's phone's rings.
"It's my brother, Spencer." Nate says, looking at Becca.
He lets it ring.
"Well...answer it!" Becca says putting her head in her hands.
Nate answers the phone and hears Spencer freaking out on the other end.
"What's wrong?" Nate asks as he hears Spencer's cries.
Spencer tries to speak between the tears, "It's mother, it's about mother. She was just in a car crash."
"Oh my god! Is she okay?" Nate freaks out.
"She's in the hospital. They just gave me a call." Spencer cries.
"But is she okay?!" Nate almost yells, with tears in his eyes.
"No." Spencer replies. "She's dead."
A/N: Thank you for reading! Please share, like, and comment your thoughts about this chapter below. Next week, Nate will receive a surprise visit from the dead.
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I Died 8 Minutes Ago
Mystery / Thriller"My name is Nate Walker and I died 8 minutes ago." What would you do if someone ran up to you and told you this? Most likely, you wouldn't believe the person telling you. Perhaps you would dismiss it as a joke, or just someone being silly. Of course...
