You stare at the dull, dark night through the plane window. Your heart was still pounding from the phone call from the hospital. You wonder what was going to happen if Alex died, what would you do with yourself? You find yourself falling asleep, still exhausted as it was still the early hours of morning.
You wake up to the sound of the captain telling people to put their seatbelts on as they were landing shortly. It was dark outside, which was weird because it had been dark when you had fell asleep. Then you realise the time difference. Your heart flutters when you realise you're in the same city as Alex.
The plane has a smooth landing, thankfully, and you get out quickly as you need to see Alex. You collect your suitcase, which is a long and slow process but when you're done you rush to the taxis waiting outside the airport. It was warm, which takes you by surprise as England is so cold. A taxi pulls up beside you, with a large man as a driver. You get in.
"Where to?" he says, in an American accent. You tell him the details of the Hospital and he starts driving. He tries to make small talk but you dismiss it as politely as you can. It was 10pm in LA but in the UK it was late morning, which confuses you.
After a short drive you arrive at the Hospital, you pay the driver with the little money you have, he says he'd take English money as you had told him your situation. You step out the taxi, the warm air taking you by surprise.
You walk into the Hospital, to the front desk.
"Hi, can I help you?" a smiley woman asks, in an American accent.
"Yes, um, I'm looking for my boyfriend Alex. He's been in a car accident."
She types something into her computer.
"Turner?" she asks. You nod.
"Are you a relative? Only family allowed." she says. You shake your head.
"I'm his girlfriend and I've flew all the way from Sheffield to be with him," you say, making her nod.
"Okay, he's in ward B, room 27." she says, pointing to a corridor. You nod and wander off down the corridor.
You know you shouldn't be, but you feel slightly exited as you'd be seeing Alex's perfect little face again. You find room 27 and stand outside it, gingerly grabbing the door handle. You open it slowly, to reveal a pale, bloody, sore Alex tucked up in a Hospital bed, still out cold.
"Oh my God, Alex" you whisper, rushing beside him.
