Loyalty

Chapter 47: Results.

Brian's POV

"I'm afraid she was in an accident..."

Those were the most terrifying words I had ever heard. At that moment, I thought my worst fear had come true. I thought that I had lost Jessica.

'What happened to her? How is she?" I panicked.

"Unfortunately I can't share many details with you over the phone. I can tell you more when you arrive."

"That's it? Can you at least tell me that she's alive?"

"She's alive," he confirmed.

"I will be there as soon as I can," I said, as I quickly hung up the phone.

The guys all looked at me, with clear concern in their eyes. Although we joke with each other most of the time, they could tell when to put that aside.

"What's the matter?" Joe asked.

"Jess is in the hospital. I have to go," I told them. I started running towards my car, but Sal stopped me.

"Let me drive you. You're too hysterical right now to focus on driving," he told me.

I agreed and gave Sal the keys to my car. The last things we needed was me to get in an accident while we were racing to see Jess.

"We'll go with you," Joe and Murr agreed.

"Sal, I swear to God. If this is some kind of a sick fucking joke for the show. If you don't tell me right now, I'm not only quitting the show, I'm never speaking to you again."

"Brian, I'm sorry, but this isn't a joke. I wish it was. I wish she wasn't actually hurt," he told me.

I didn't think that the guys would ever stoop to that level for a prank. But part of me was hoping that Sal would tell me that this wasn't real and that Jessica was fine. As angry as I would've been at the guys, it would've been a lot better than Jessica going through this.

The four of us were together as Sal drove to the hospital. By this time, it was almost 6 PM. We would hit all the NYC rush hour traffic going back to Staten Island. It was an absolute nightmare. I was stuck sitting in the car while my fiancé was lying in a hospital bed all alone. Although geographically we might not be far apart, it felt like it would take forever to get to Jess, and I wanted to be there for her immediately.

"What if we're stuck in traffic for two hours?" I panicked.

"I'll call my parents. They live less than 10 minutes from the hospital. If they go, at least she won't be alone," Murray suggested.

"That would make me feel a little better," I told him.

I tried calling Jessica several times. I wanted this all to be a mistake. Maybe there's another Jessica Calaway, or there was some mix up at the hospital. I kept calling, hoping that my Jessica would answer the phone and tell me that she was fine. I thought of her at home, in the kitchen cooking and listening to her favorite Christmas songs. Just a few days ago, we were singing and dancing in the kitchen together, without a care in the world. And I took that all for granted. The argument we had earlier all seemed so petty and meaningless now. But I hated the way we left things between us.

"Do you think she'll still want to see me?" I asked Sal.

"What do you mean? You're her fiancé. Of course, she'll want to see you," he assured me.