Third Wheel | EDITING

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

I paced around the waiting room.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

News on Gray was still to be awaited.

I continued pacing.

My phone that was held tightly in my right hand had been blowing up for the last hour and a half; all on Gray's incident.

We had won the game but only by 3 points. The opposing team using the fact that we were fazed that Gray was gone to get score despite coming short in the end.

Lincoln was playing with a little girl, around his age who had told me that her mom was suffering from extreme nausea and was left bedridden.

Bradley on the other hand had fallen asleep on the makeshift bed I had created with the hospital chairs; comforted with my jacket at the bottom and wrapped up in Gray's hoodie.

His mother had arrived just a bit after I did, throwing me a look of curiosity before giving me a tired smile.

"Mrs. Christensen?" The nurse called, looking around the waiting room.

Grayson's mom stood up with a faint look of hope in her eyes.

My pacing stopped as I looked to the nurse as well, to see if I could get an update on Grayson.

"That's me." Gray's mom introduced, "But please, call me Callie."

The nurse nodded before looking down at her charts.

"From what has been shown so far, your son is now in a stable condition. We were able to move him into an open room. The tackle caused his unconsciousness, a heavily sprained ankle, as well as a broken nose. From what we know, he was tackled by multiple players which resulted in the severity concussion." The nurse noted, checking off the things as she went.

"Visitors are welcome in small groups, his head has most likely dimmed to a light pounding so keep your voices low." She warned before reminding us of his room number.

"Sweetie, I don't mind if you head in first." His mother told me, standing up and looking at her phone.

"Tell him that I'll visit him soon but I have to go." She reminded me, her eyes still tired. The dark circles only aged her beautifully though she was in a rush, grabbing her bags as soon as she got the 'okay' that he was okay.

I stood shocked at the fact that she had just left her son but regardless I picked up a sleeping Bradley and grabbed a hold of Lincoln's hand.

Room 331.

•••

"Hey, Gray." I croaked out, walking into a dimly lit room.

He had wires attached to his arm and even Bradley, still dazed from his nap was scared to look at the IV drip.

"Does it hurt Gray?" Lincoln asked, genuinely concerned.

I watched as Grayson winced at the sound of Lincoln's voice, his eyes finally fluttering open.

I lowered myself to Lincoln's height before whispering, "We have to be quiet and whisper so that Grayson won't be sick."

Lincoln nodded, barely being able to see over the hospital bed, yet trying hard to keep eye contact and not tug on anything at the same time.

I studied Grayson's face with a frown, my eyes most definitely red and my makeup smeared.

"Your mom was worried sick about you but she told me she had to go, my phone is blowing up with people worrying about your well being, Brad and Lincoln were crying and—" I rambled in a lowered voice, trying not to sound selfish.