DIAMOND KEYS

THIRTY-FOUR

“What happened?” Marc asked as he brushed past me into the house.

“I don’t know!” I screamed.

“Logan!” Clay yelled. “Get up!”
    
I rushed to kneel beside Clay. “What do you think went wrong?”

“I have no idea. When did he fall?” Marc responded although it was Clay I asked. He knelt beside me.

“He fell after you and Clay stormed out.”
    
My heart was beating so fast, Logan cannot die! I’d die too if he does. What are we doing?! “Clay call the ambulance!” I roared.
     
He quickly got up to do so.

“Michele calm down.”Marc said softly. I looked straight at Marc, I wanted to slap him. Everybody was telling me not to push it but he pushed it! And see the result!

“See what you’ve caused Marc.”
    
He covered his face with his hands “I’m sorry, I was so angry. He keeps asking me about Claire and I just couldn’t control myself anymore. I’m sorry.”
    
I just shook my head and turned away from him. Clay appeared and told us that the ambulance was on the way.

Where the hell is the nurse!
    
We sat on the floor waiting desperately for the ambulance. No one said anything and my mind was completely numb and void of thoughts.
  
I just stared at Logan’s unconscious form on the floor and prayed God would wake him up.

“God, please” I whispered and closed my eyes as fresh tears flowed from it.
   
I heard the sound of the siren and my eyes jerked open. “They’re here,” I got up and ran to the door “they’re here!”
  
The guys got up and ran after me. “Michele calm down.”
    
I opened the door and ran towards the road. “It’s here, it’s here” I said to the coming ambulance waving my hands in the air.

“Michele stop” Mare cautioned.

“Leave me alone.”
    
The ambulance came to a halt and I ran to it screaming, “Bring a stretcher, a stretcher, he is unconscious!”  
    
The back door opened and two nurses came down with a stretcher and went into the house.
    
They placed Logan on the stretcher and I took his hand as he was carried to the ambulance.

“Only one person can be allowed to go with him.” One of the nurses announced.

“I will go.” I volunteered.

“No,” Marc came forward and drew me back, “Clay will go. The both of us will ride there later.”

“Are you crazy?” I asked angrily.

“Clay is going with them!  We will go together.” He repeated.
     
This time I succumbed to the urge and I pushed him. “What the hell is wrong with you Marc? You must be out of your mind!”
    
Clay walked past us into the ambulance.

“He’s right Michele; you guys can meet us there.” He said and the door was close.
    
In a few seconds, the ambulance was off.
    
I turned to Marc. “You are so sick! You are sick in the head! What’s the problem with you?”
    
He just turned and started walking towards Clay’s car.

“I am talking to you!”

He turned back abruptly and I almost slammed into him.

“You are not calm enough to go with them that was why I didn’t let you go! And going on our own wouldn’t be different from going with them.”

“Oh it is. Going with them would be much faster, now we are still here and…”

“And who is delaying us?” He asked, interrupting me. Oh that’s true. I ran to Clay’s car and sat inside. Marc got into the driver’s seat, about to start the car.

“Can you even drive?” I asked worriedly.

“Of course! What do you take me for?”
    
I wanted to smile but that would be awkward at the moment.
   
We rode to the hospital in silence and when we got there, I jumped out of the car and ran into the hospital.
   
I saw Clay sitting at the reception and I went to sit beside him.

“Hey” he greeted.

“Hello”

“Are you calm now?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”
    
Marc came and sat down at my other side and three of us just kept to ourselves. Luckily for me, my purse was with Marc; I had no idea how it got to him but I didn’t care to ask at that moment. I took out my phone and texted mum that I was at the hospital. She texted back asking if she should come but I told her not to.
   
Mr. and Mrs. Prescott stormed into to reception and my heart started beating fast. “Marc, where is my son?” Amanda Prescott cried.
   
The three of us stood up simultaneously as they approached us.

“Ehm…. He’s in with the doctor.” Marc responded.

“What even happened?” she was looking at me as she asked and I hoped the ground would open and swallow me.
    
Clay walked in front of me to answer her. “We were at your house and… e-ehm… and Marc kind of yelled and…”

“The three of you were at my house?”

“Yes ma”

“Including Michele?”
    
Uh-uh
    
Clay, Marc and I spoke at the same time:

“We went there together ma.”

“I forced her to go with us.”

“I’m sorry ma; I didn’t tell him who I was.”
    
How could I be so afraid of a woman I had once cooked in the kitchen with?
    
I was expecting her to yell and slap me, but, she just walked over to a seat and sat down, her husband following her lead.
   
Clay, Marc and I exchange looks before heading back to our seats.

“I was expecting her to say something.” Clay whispered in my ear.

“Me too,” Why she didn’t get angry?

I knew she didn’t want me to be seeing her son, since she didn’t want anything that would be reminding him of the past three years. She had probably believed our lie. We certainly could not tell her that Marc had told Logan that Claire was dead. If we had, her anger would have probably shut down the whole hospital.
   
A nurse passed by and Logan’s parents stopped her. We heard her when she said “He’s better now but he needs some time to rest before visitors are allowed in.”

“Oh, thank God.” Amanda exclaimed and hugged her husband.
     
Clay smiled at me and hugged me too.

“Are we good?” he asked.

“Sure” I said and gave him a peck.
  
Nurses on the night shift were arriving and the others were leaving. It was late already and they told us we had to leave.
   
Mr. and Mrs. Prescott left and told us they’d be back in the morning.

“I can’t leave” I told the boys.

“Yeah, me too” Clay agreed and Marc nodded.
  
We slept on the chairs like we had done the night Logan had the accident, resting on each other’s shoulders.

“Good night guys.” I murmured and they just grunted their response.

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