I was sitting in my truck, waiting for Aiden's car to pull up so I could ask her how it went. 5 minutes passed, I was okay. 10 minutes passed, I was worried but not too much. 20 minutes passed and I kept calling her phone. By the time half an hour had passed, I was freaking out. Her phone sent me straight to voicemail, which was now full thanks to me. I was worried. Wouldn't you be if your girlfriend just 'disappeared'?
Within minutes of my last voicemail, I got a call from the local hospital. I was scared to answer it, staring at the number. Maybe they have the wrong number, I thought to myself, maybe it's not about her. I answered it anyways, just to be sure. "Hello?" I asked, answering the call. "Connor Jackson?" A woman on the other end of the phone asked. I almost dropped the phone. "Y-yes..?" My voice was now trembling, along with my body. "This is Maggie Everly at Betsy John Hospital, we have Aiden Hood with us, she has been in a car accident." She said, so calmly. So calmly that it made me angry.
How could she be so okay with the fact that my poor baby might be in critical condition? How could she be so calm with the fact that someones daughter, someones sister, someones LOVE might be dying? "Is she hurt badly..?" I asked the question that would haunt me forever. "Yes," Maggie replied, "she's in critical condition. It's bad, sir. We have a couple family members here and a friend of hers." She hung up. That was all she said to me. I quickly drove to Betsy John Hospital, running into the buidling and asking for Miss Maggie Everly. "Maggie.. Maggie Everly?" I ask the lady behind the counter, and she stares at me for a second.
"Dr. Everly, there's a gentleman for you in lobby 2." She says calmly over the intercom. I take a seat, then stand and walk around as a small white lady approaches me, her blonde hair in a messy bun. "Hi, Mr. Jackson?" She asks and I nod quickly. "Follow me, please. She's right over here in room 291." She says as she walks off, and I follow closely behind. As we enter the room, I see a pale, fragile Aiden laying in the hospital bed, a bloody bandage wrapped around her head and her stomach. A small whimper escapes my lips as I run to her side, ignoring her brothers and parents as they ask me where I was when this hapepned. They were always judgemental of me, and I know they're blaming me for this. I blame myself too. I should've gone with her. I shouldn't have texted her.
