College Affairs

Chapter 27

She sighs softly before answering, "I don't know." You know from her tone that she's concerned about him but you feel to scared to feel jealous at this point even if there's no reason to be jealous.
"Can I- which hospital will be at?" You ask now on the verge of tears.
"Are you a student of his?" He asks. You swallow back tears, hoping she didn't hear that on her end.
"I'm a friend." You lie. You can wonder if she can tell you're lying by her hesitation before she answers. The hospital she names is fifteen minutes away from where you live. She says he just left in the ambulance and that you should wait until tomorrow to go visit him - or something along those lines, you hadn't really been paying attention as to when in the conversation you'd hung up. Almost in a daze, you grabbed your phone, slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed your keys and almost forgot to lock the door behind you before getting into your car and driving to the hospital. You were glad the roads weren't too busy, it made your trip a little shorter and the hospital wasn't as packed as it was during the day but finding a spot near the entrance was almost impossible but that wasn't surprising. It didn't take you long to reach the emergency ward and just as you arrived, an ambulance pulled up, it's lights still flashing, so you got out of the way of the paramedics as they drew a stretcher out. It took you a moment to realise who was on the stretcher. It was Tom. Doctor Weadon was beside him and a woman with blonde hair in her early forties drew up next to you. "He looks bad." She murmurs and you recognise her as Susan. You look back at Tom, there was a bruise forming on his neck and a fresh cut, still bleeding, above his eyebrow. You wanted to run after the stretcher but all you could do was take about two steps toward him before your knees buckled and you slid to your knees. "Tom!" You called after him. Doctor Weadon only have you a quick glance before following the paramedics into the building as you felt Susan kneel, or at least try to kneel in her short red dress, beside you. You felt her hand on your shoulder then let her help you up guide you, a staggering sobbing mess into the waiting room.