Leave it to Fate (Fate Series - Book #1)

Chapter Twenty Eight - Hard Times

I took a slowly steady breath, my plan formulating in my mind.

"Text me the address and his room number," I instructed Pete.

"You got it, thank you Luna." his voice perked up slightly.

"I'll see you soon." I replied, before hanging up.

"Leslie, I-" I began, the tears falling freely.

"Take as much time as you need." she had overheard my conversation enough to understand.

I thanked her and hurried home to change and pack a bag.

"Lorelei," I sobbed, calling her on my drive to the airport.

"Luna, what's wrong?" Her voice rose hearing my tone.

"It's Colson, he was in a car accident. He's hurt. I'm going there now." I spoke in short bursts between trying to catch my breath.

"Do you need me to come with you?" she asked, always ready to have my back.

"Yes," I admitted, "but no. I should go alone and find out everything. Can I change my mind when I get there?"

"You say the word, and I'm on the next flight out." she promised.

"Thank you," I managed a small smile, thankful for my sister.

"Lorelei," I started again.

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared," I cried.

"I know, I am too." she said softly.

"I don't know what I'd do if something happened-" I broke off, my voice catching.

"Just breathe, you're on your way to him. You'll be with him soon." she soothed.

I took a deep breath, let it out in bursts. 

I'll be with him soon. Despite the circumstances, I couldn't deny the small sprout of joy at knowing this.

The five-hour plane ride was torture. I cried off and on, picturing Colson in the wreckage, the way he looked in the hospital after the incident at his show. I recalled the last time we saw each other, when he came to the spa to talked to me one last time. How nasty I was to him, my face fell into my hands. That couldn't be our last conversation, not like that, it just couldn't.

By the time I hit the fabric seats of my Uber I was exhausted. 

"Kindred hospital, that correct ma'am?" the driver confirmed.

"Yes." I managed, resting my head against the seat.

I awoke to the driver, gently calling, "Ma'am? We're here."

"Oh," I sat up startled, "thank you."

I walked through the automatic doors, searching for signs that would lead me to the room number Pete had told me. I took the stairs to the third floor, too impatient to wait for the elevator. I started to jog slightly as I read the room numbers. I almost collided into Pete, his arms reaching out to stop me at the correct room.

"Luna, Thank you so-" he began, but I was looking past him.

"Where's Colson?" I demanded, and he let me pass.

I hurried into the room, but stopped dead in my tracks.

 Colson laid asleep in the bed, his angelic face had several small cuts, with one down his full bottom lip. I took a deep breath as I stepped toward him, assessing his injuries further. His right arm was in a cast, his left eye was swollen and starting to bruise, an IV was attached to his good arm.