THE GIRL

CHAPTER 12

So it turns out when Connor got into the car accident they called my mom because she was still his emergency contact. But my mom's still back in LA. She's taking plane out to Rhode Island to see Connor when he comes out of surgery. If he comes out from surgery.

My mom never really cared for us, and to my dad we were his whole life. My dad would spend hours a day caring for us while my mom worked a 5am-8pm job, and by the time she was home she would be exhausted. My dad would complain that she should get a less time consuming job to care for us. My mom was the only one who worked and she complained that she was the only one providing income and that my dad should get a job and they could put us in daycare. My dad didn't want to do that. He believes that my mom doesn't have time to be a mom, and apparently so does my mom.

When my parents got a divorce she signed away her legal rights to us, so my dad is in charge. He got a job as a teacher and we moved out to Oakheart. Apparently we didn't change the emergency contact in case something happened because she got the call in LA that Connor was in the hospital. She bought a plane ticket and called my dad the next day.

And all this leads to now. Me, my dad, and mom. All sitting in the waiting room to see Connor. The doctors in Connor surgery told us nothing, all we know is that he got into a bad accident and was rushed into surgery. I sat for what felt like eternity staring at the wall. I just prayed that Connor would be okay.

I love Connor. Even though he can be annoying sometimes he's my twin, he is always there for me when I need him. I would do anything for him and I know he fells the same.

My mom interrupts my train of thought to offer me some food.

"No thanks," I say.

"Callie you have to eat," she says.

"Not right now. Im not hungry."

I can't even imagine eating at a time like this.

It's about an hour and a doctor walks in. I rush up to him.

"How is he? Is he ok?" I ask too fast.

"Connor is stable right now," the doctor says.

"Oh thank god," my dad says.

"But he did get several injuries from the car accident. Right now it looks like he broke his right leg and fractured several bones. Now for his head, it looks like he suffered from Diffuse Axonal Injury."

"What is that?" I ask the doctor.

"Diffuse Axonal Injury can be caused by rotational forces, such as the car accident. This occurs because the unmoving brain lags behind the movement of the skull, causing brain structures to tear."

I was speechless.

"Will he be able to talk?" I ask.

"We don't know how severe it is yet."

"Thank you so much doctor," my dad and I say.

My mom comes back with some food and we fill her in with what the doctor said.

It's about 12am right now and Connor has been in surgery for 8 hours. My dad calls the school
informing them on what's happening and telling them we all won't be in school. I stayed up all night. Not once did I take a nap. I couldn't. Connor was still in surgery, and we still haven't seen him.

Around 3am the doctors tell us Connor is out and recovering. He says only two people cam visit him, gesturing towards my mom and dad.

"You can go Callie," my mom says.

"Are you sure mom?" I ask.

"Yeah totally. I love him, but I know you love him more."

My dad and I walk into the room. There he is. Connor is sleeping in a hospital bed with wires attached to him recording vitals on a screen. He has a huge bandage wrapped around his right leg and head. I grab Connor's hand and squeeze it, I feel him squeeze back and I start crying.