CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: The Hospital

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Mike Williams

Marc, Michelle, Jenny, Alison, please check your phones. I’ve been trying to call and text you.

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Marc Harris: Just got the text. We’re on our way.

 

CHAPTER 27:

Dean drove to the hospital. I saw everything speed by, but it felt like the hospital was just too far from us. The image of Ollie getting hit by the car repeated in my head and it made me sick. I felt the acid crawl up my throat.

“Dean, stop the car,” I struggled to say. I felt the car swerve to the side and move to a stop. I opened the door and vomited on the sidewalk. I kept vomiting until my stomach was empty and all I did was dry heave.

“Come on.” I looked up and saw Mike. He helped me up and led me back to the car.

“Mike,” I said as my eyes welled up again.

“The hospital’s nearby,” he whispered.

He helped me sit back on the passenger seat. Dean sped off as soon as I closed the door. We arrived at the hospital a few minutes later. My body was stuck to the seat. I refused to move. The fear of knowing what happened to Ollie kept my body frozen.

“Caleb, we’re here,” Dean said. I looked at him without saying anything. He got out of the car. I followed him with my eyes. He opened the door and pulled me out.

“Dean, I can’t go in,” I said.

“Yes, you can,” he said. “I’m here for you. We’re here for you.” He kissed my forehead and hugged me. I started to cry again, but he tried to calm me down.

“I can’t do this. I’m the reason he’s in here.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“It’s true, Dean. If something happens to him, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Leb, calm down and take a deep breath.” I tried to take a deep breath as best as I could. “Let’s go.” The four of us walked into the emergency room.

“Hi, can I help you?” the nurse asked.

“We’re looking for Oliver Matthews,” I said. “He got hit by a car.”

She typed the name into the computer.

“He’s in the ICU, which is on the fourth floor. The elevator is just down the hall.”

“Thank you,” I said, before rushing to the elevator. Since I knew he was somehow alive, I needed to see him. I vigorously pressed the elevator button. My hands shook and my tears fell as I stood in front of the metal doors. I could see Dean, Mike, and Mrs. Williams behind me in the blurred reflection.

“Everything’s going to be fine.”

“How do you know that, Dean?” I snapped.

I watched him reach out, but then change his mind. He stayed behind me and he kept his head down. The elevator doors opened and I rushed in pressing the button for the fourth door. I leaned against the wall, stared at the ceiling, and felt more tears roll out. I felt someone grab my hand and I did not try to shake them off.

“Dean, I’m sorry,” I rasped.

“No, Leb, I understand,” he said. He lifted my hands to his lips and held it there until the doors opened. We walked along a single corridor until we entered a ward. Each bed in the hall was lined with glass. Most of the visitors were outside the glass, while only a selected few were with the patients aside from the doctors and nurses.

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