Hey everyone. I've been working hard on this chapter and re-wrote it several times. But here it is. So summary of what happened: Levi tried to kill himself, his parents are on a road trip for Rachel's sister's wedding. Sorry, not all the way edited, I have class now.
Rachel (Levi's Mom)
Friday 11:45
"I can't believe your son did it!" my husband had been grumbling in shock for the past ten minutes after we got the call.
It was from the Alabama scout saying Levi did a good job and he is thinking of recruiting my son.
I was proud, sure, but I didn't care much for football, and to be honest, I didn't think Levi did either
There would always be those exasperated sighs or grunts when football is brought up, I'd catch Levi rolling his eyes.
But it meant the world to Tom, so it was fine.
Them music stopped suddenly and the NFL theme song began to play, it was Tom's ring tone.
I didn't fully recognize the number, but it felt familiar. Maybe one of those robocalls that you get every day.
"Who's calling at this ungodly hour," Tom grunted, taking his eyes off the road to pick up the phone.
"'Ello?" he snarled.
"Hello," the man's voice was high pitch and panicked. "Is this Mr.Cerlton? Levi Cerlton's father?"
He glanced at me suspiciously, "Ye. And Mrs.Cerlton too."
"Okay, ...okay. Good. I'm interning nurse, my name's Charlie and something happened. Your son, he...well...uh. How soon can you get to the hospital."
My stomach dropped as I tried to list all the other reasons why he'd be in the hospital. Concussion from the game? Fistfight?
But Charlie's tone...it scared me.
"We're an hour away," he complained in his Boston accent "Why? Whatsa matter?"
"Your son, uh, Levi Cerlton, he...he's here. There was a-" he stopped speaking for a moment as I heard distant alarm sounds, I heard two doctors run past the phone, hollering at each other, 17-year-old male, overdosed on...
Their voices faded into the alarm sound. The Nurse swallowed hard, wheezing a bit. "Just come, hurry. I'll...wait...I'll see if I can get-"
A deep knot grew in my stomach as I recognized the beeping; it was the rhythm for cardiac arrest. It couldn't have been for Levi, he's a healthy, happy 17-year-old boy.
Before I could ask, Tom moaned. "Probably just a concussion from the game, his uncle can take care of it. His names Richie, his number is——"
The nurse hastily interrupted, "Mr.Cerlton, it's actually...much...much more severe than that."
The car went silent. I knew what happened, I knew from the way Levi looked at me the other night. His deep brown eyes marred by immense sadness and helplessness.
But I didn't want it to be true.
"A car accident? More serious? Can he walk?" My husband badged the nurse bitterly.
I wanted to tell Tom to pull over the car, to stop for a minute and listen to what this pipsqueak nurse had to say, or even better turn the car around.
"No..It, well. I'm new here," he informed us solemnly. "I'm not sure if I can say on the phone but...he uh...tried to kill himself."
I felt nauseous. Sick to my stomach. I thought I was really going to throw up. Levi got the nauseous anxiety from me.
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