PROBLEM LI : Terrible Things That Happen

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Problem LI | Terrible Things That Happen

I shot a text to Houston saying I was sorry.

And then it was a waiting game.

My mind was occupied with many things as I sat in the waiting room.

Andy’s call had been an eye-opener. I didn’t know if being here was the right choice. I knew it was the right thing to do...but.

The doors to the room slammed open. It was a reflex to snap my head up and look but I also knew it wasn’t going to be anyone I knew.

But things surprise you. When I snapped my head up and saw who tore through the hallway, my breath was almost lost that it was a pair a familiar Blue eyes. 

“Clover! Thank God you made it here!”

I was confused as I felt myself being pushed into Ryan’s chest. He was tensed, scared with teary eyes. Inside my head, my nightmares were coming to life.

A hospital was a place of tragedy. And miracles.

But for me, it has always been tragedy up until now.

Hospitals, and doctor had healed Justin of all his physical injuries but his mental health was left untreated. It made my life miserable to watch him go down this path and to suffer at his hands.

Hospitals hadn’t been a friend to me in the past and if Houston was here, I didn't want to imagine how this day was going to go down.

Maybe I was about to lose two people that had been a huge part of my life all at once.

I had no idea how to deal with something like that.

“Ryan, what's going on?” I ask frantically.

Ryan holds me by my shoulders, as if bracing me for what was coming next. “Houston collapsed on the field. They're doing their best.”

It almost didn’t register in my head. My fears were coming alive second by second in this place.

My eyes were welling up, I didn’t know what to do. Cry? Beg? Pray? I was so lost.

Does God even listen to prayers? Do miracles really happen because in my shitty ass life, I hadn’t seen one miracle happen.

I knew from the moment I decided to tell Houston’s folks that this day was not going to be any good. I knew this day had tears and heartbreak forged on it. I didn't know this day would completely destroy me. That this day was entirely doomed.

“H-Have they s-said anything?”

“Not yet. But everyone should be here anytime now. Me and his dad rode in the ambulance with him.”

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