i found you.

come back

*RING RING RING*

"mom, do you know whos number this is?" i asked my mom, but before she could answer i interrupted and said "MAYBE ITS PETER! what if he got a new phone?" i said excitedly.

i answered.

"hello, is this Bree Johnson?" an unfamiliar voice said.

"uhh, yeah.. who is this?"

"i'm doctor clark from the north temple hospital. i have peter jacobs here and you're his emergency contact. he's had some health issues and was rushed here immediately. do you mind coming down here? we have some questions."

my heart fell to my feet. what did she just say?

i was in tears. i told my mom what the doctor had told me and we rushed to the hospital. without question.

i ran through the doors barley able to make out proper words.

"peter jacobs." i said crying "where is he? is he okay? please.."

"you must be bree.." this man said. he shook my hand. "follow me."

i followed him to level 3 of the hospital it was called the 'ICU'. he took me to this room. on the door it had the numbers 304 on it. i walked in and saw my peter. in the hospital bed with tubes coming out of his mouth. his eyes were closed, and he looked pale. his hair was wet and pushed over. he had bruises all over his body.

i fell to the floor.

my whole world came crashing down.

"wh- whats wrong with him? is he okay? what happened? i-"

my mom hugged me which caused me to stop talking. i was crying. harder than i've ever cried in my life. i couldn't breathe.

"peter was involved in a car accident. he wasn't in the car, but witnesses said he was coming out of a flower shop, and a car was uncontrollably driving toward him. the car hit him and paralyzed him from the waist down."

i covered my mouth with my hand. i was shaking. snot running down my nose, tears running down my cheeks. i couldn't speak. i went up to peter and grabbed his hand.

"i'm so sorry peter, th-this is my f-fault." i said to him. my voice cracked every other word.

i just looked at him.

"why isn't he waking up!" i yelled.

"he's in a coma. we don't know when he'll wake. please, be patient." the doctor said.

the doctor took my mom out of the room and asked questions about peters family. no one showed up. why? i overheard the doctor and my mom talking.

"will he get to walk again?" my mom asked.

"with the condition he's in, i don't think so. he's leaning more to no."

"will he be okay? honestly?"

"we're not sure. it's all up to him now."

i looked at peter. he wasn't moving. he wasn't even breathing on his own.. a machine had to do it for him.

i could not stop crying. my words didn't come out right. my mouth was wide open. i tried to breathe but i couldn't. my vision was so blurry. i was shaking uncontrollably.

"peter please come back to me."