Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 50

As Gary kept mumbling, he slowed down and I decided I'd better stop staring at him - at least for a couple of seconds - and turn to look into the same direction he was looking.

A policeman was directing the traffic, guiding us with lights and signs to the slow lane. It was weird, I thought, that due to the fog they were there. But then again I remembered I was in England and that perhaps that was something they did when the weather was that bad, just to avoid accidents.

"This is just what we needed..." Gaz said shaking his head and turned to look at me "We're never going to make it..."

"What do you mean we're never going to make it? We just go to the slow lane and we keep our way... unless it's too foggy ahead, then I reckon they won't let us go on..."

"Foggy? What are you talking about?"

"The cop's directing the traffic cuz of the fog and rain..."

"I don't know in the States luv," Gary laughed "But in England when there's been a car crash you're going to see policemen doing what he is doing in the motorway..."

"Oh... There's been an accident then?" I said rhetorically.

"Yup..." he nodded and kept driving ahead.

"Well that sucks..." I sighed and looked ahead. Dammit, we weren't going to get to Heathrow on time to see Mark and Angie kissing romantically on the escalator. "A tortoise would get to Heathrow before we do..."

"Or even a snail..." he chuckled and glanced at me, a broad smile crossing his face. God his smile was stunning! "You're lovely, did you know that?"

"A lot of people tell me that..." I said trying to sound cool. "So it might be true then..."

"It is..." he smiled.

"You're lovely too..." I whispered and I instantly regretted having done so.

"Huh?"

"Nothing..."

"Oh, I thought you said I was lovely too..."

"Errr---"

"What did I tell you?" Gaz told me.

I turned to see what he was looking at and noticed that a couple of metres from where were, there had been an accident. An ambulance was getting there, it quickly drove past us though the fast lane and almost immediately some doctors got out of it and ran to where the accident had happened with a stretcher and some other first aid equipment.

Gary stopped the car and stared talking to a policeman "Is everything okay officer?"

"Yes sir, everything's okay..."

"What happened?" I asked - well, if Gary had stopped I wanted to know too...!

"There's been a car crash. We assume it was due to the fog and the rain..."

"Is there anything we could do?"

"No, thank you... just be careful and remain in the slow lane. And do not exceed the maximum speed sign sir..."

"Gee..." I exclaimed as I looked how the doctors worked to get the driver out of the car. What a moron that guy was... If he had been careful, then we would be nearer to Heathrow.

"Very well," Gary nodded and changed into first gear as I turned to look in horror the scene. "Good night..."

The car was almost destroyed - it seemed as if the driver had tried to suddenly slow down or swerved to avoid something or someone. The car flipped around several times surely, until it finally rolled over on the shoulder of the freeway.

"G'night..."

As Gary slowly started the car again, I kept watching the doctors and the person they had just got out of the car.

"Oh my god...!" I exclaimed loudly and removed my seatbelt when I thought I knew who the injured driver was.

"What?" Gary asked me.

"That's---" I said nervously and attempted to open the door "That's Mark---"

"What!?" Gary said and suddenly stopped the car, turning to see what I had been observing for the past minutes "Oh my goodness..." he exclaimed when he recognized Mark's car.

He quickly got off the car and started running towards where the doctors were, pushing the policemen away when they tried to stop him, not wanting him to go any further. At first I didn't know what to do, so I remained in the car watching Gary, but soon afterwards I also got off the car and tried to join Gary, but an officer stopped me.

"Miss, you can't trespass the line---"

"The hell with the line...! That's my friend's boyfriend!" I yelled at them as Gary managed to reach the doctors.

"Oh my goodness..." he exclaimed as he nervously tried to touch Mark, who was being put on the stretcher by the doctors. He was unconscious and when the doctors lay him down on the stretcher, Gary asked "Is he alive?" but no-one replied - they were all in a hurry to get Mark on the ambulance.

I was standing motionless between the policemen and Gaz, but still I wasn't far enough from Mark so as not to actually see in what condition he was. Blood covered his face and shirt. One couldn't properly distinguish his features and I feared the worst had happened.

A doctor started checking Mark's vitals as they pushed the stretcher towards the ambulance. She said that his pulse was weak, that Mark was hardly breathing as they quickly got him in the ambulance. Gary looked everywhere around him, trying to find a reason, something which would explain what had happened and it broke my heart to see him like that.

But to know that Angie was probably already boarding a plane to go back to the States, just when Mark needed her the most, was torturing me. I wished I could do something, but I was useless - just as Gary was.

"Where are you taking him?" Gary asked again hopelessly, desperately needing an answer.

"St. Mary's Hospital sir... Are you relatives?" the doctor asked but Gary just didn't answer, he was staring down at Mark's immobile body "Are you coming with us?" the doctor asked again.

"I'll just follow you in my car..." he said as the ambulance driver hurriedly closed the ambulance doors and quickly got in it. "Let's---" he then ran past me and we rushed into the car.

None of us spoke as Gary followed the ambulance closely with his car. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the headrest, praying that everything turned out to be alright... both for Angie and Mark.