Chris is in the hospital. They won't tell me anything. But I know it's bad. I pace around the waiting room, praying he's ok. I glance at the clock. It's been four hours. "Excuse me, miss?" I turn and look at the doctor. "Can I talk to you in my office?" I nod my head and follow him, holding back tears. We enter his office and I sit down in the plastic chair. The doctor sits across from me. "I've talked with the police, and they've informed me that Chris was hit by a drunk driver. Apparently it was a kid coming home from a party around that area." I shrink back in the chair. "He's at the police station now, but about Chris. He was knocked unconscious, but he's stable now. He awoke about an hour ago, and he remembered his name and details about what happened. That's a good sign." the doctor states. "Well that's good then, right? He can leave now?" I ask. "Well, there's more to it than
that. The car didn't just knock Chris unconscious, the blow ruptured his spleen. He's internally bleeding, and it's not good. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to help. Chris might only have a couple days to live. I'm so sorry." the doctor says. "But-but..." I choke on my words. The tears start streaming down my face. My whole body is shaking. I need to see Chris. I bolt out of the office and I run towards his room.
