Satisfaction

Chapter 5

<p data-p-id="eefe4a464bd28898eac7108392c77740">I hauled myself into Jasmine's pick up. We backed out of the driveway and raced down the street. Jasmine's truck always smelled of French fries and deodorant. I never knew why.</p>
<p data-p-id="6543b03a1c75c57dfa05e7b7e2350b02">"I've uh.. never seen Bobi so torn up like that." I said. "He must be really worried."</p>
<p data-p-id="1bf8f8360bc8bd2e828cb67f45a00474">She was silent for a couple of seconds.</p>
<p data-p-id="d3f723fc86d36a4fe883bf64f3bdb323">Finally, she said,"I guess I have to be the one to tell you."</p>
<p data-p-id="57ac10e1f74eb3cca2315e194aa4e4ae">Tell me what?</p>
<p data-p-id="b1dbf377217a2fa581849cd516e28f46">"Have you ever thought about how you got critical anxiety?"</p>
<p data-p-id="b034f59222006a917390d535132bad07">I shook my head.</p>
<p data-p-id="d6c06a136abdb99def4cc5744ff7854b">She sighed. "When you were out, the doctor's said that......you've always had anxiety. This was just your first major attack. When they said.....when they said that you cam only get worse, they mea-"</p>
<p data-p-id="68c81ad3c82a927ce15a9a1717d8e8ca">"LOOK OUT!!!!!!!!!!"</p>
<p data-p-id="492073f51d070547a7492b32cf45eb96">A delivery truck slammed into my side door. I felt my head bang into the armrest. The seatbelt sliced through my neck, letting warm blood creep down into my shirt. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I felt my body roll around the top of the car. We must have flipped over.</p>
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<p data-p-id="d172eb9fc929dd5a7489d973f0dd38c4">I felt my body being lifted up. I flung my eyes open. I was being put into an ambulance. I willed myself to get off the stretcher. I ran to the side of the bridge where the car flipped, limping horribly.</p>
<p data-p-id="aec29d8859af4487126f828106dacd35">I could see Jaz being lifted up in a helicopter. </p>
<p data-p-id="dfb89c51ab1f9580cd4c7bc2cb6c83b3">She was unconcious.</p>
<p data-p-id="b74bfb8d1fcb5a94b332400917dfc8a3">"NOOOOOOOO!" I screamed. </p>
<p data-p-id="ea83cf0d0622c86e68ffb6a272bafa2b">My throat hurt so bad it made me cry. </p>
<p data-p-id="ccd3b7ad44d8bb9a08ed15bb480185df">I almost jumped over. I had to save her.</p>
<p data-p-id="ed8343a5d48e8aba9a97389a21c8ae7a">Some people were pulling me back. I didn't recognize their faces. Maybe they were family members. I have no idea. I fainted before I could figure it out.</p>
<p data-p-id="542a17a219c9ee379727188a3fdb3012">Once again, I woke up in the hospital. Bobi, Brissia, Sam, Mom, Dad, and Jackson were surrounding me this time.</p>
<p data-p-id="b2ea9e5f8acf56a007f18080f0a273a3">Mom was stroking my curly hair and singing,"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." Bobi was weeping into his hands while Dad was comforting him. Sam was whispering something to Jackson.</p>
<p data-p-id="252b6713f3770f4cd6527bb089e2d714">I was horrified when I saw him. I could see every bone in his arm, every tooth in his face, and his eyes were shrunken into his skull.</p>
<p data-p-id="cbec868061c9f525fedd7be0dd8edb9e">"What happened to all of you? Why am I in the hospital AGAIN?"</p>
<p data-p-id="136922efd18d84ea4afd823ec9e04e41">Then a memory struck me like a lightning bolt. Jasmine. </p>
<p data-p-id="ed60f9effc6f4df9f244c45834e6c5d8">I should've told her to stay. She could have hung out with Bobi instead.</p>
<p data-p-id="00c19179008d19788fde7ce30ecbb9ce">Bobi. Oh, poor Bobi. His sister has almost died twice now, and now his girlfriend is unconscious. No wonder he was crying.</p>
<p data-p-id="aae6549755490a4a817ab215c4ab4523">I glanced at him. He looked like depression hit him with the ugly stick. He was a hot mess.</p>
<p data-p-id="134256a8d0b3a986e1d3cc454cdea4b4">Just looking at him tore me to pieces. I started sobbing into Mom's shoulder and felt a piercing pain in my neck. I touched the side that hurt and felt bumps.</p>
<p data-p-id="a0b6093e6bf7b894ea34350b15324dc0">Stitches.</p>
<p data-p-id="357d03af3b6669749c9cafce252b0b09">At least I didn't have to go to school for a couple of months.</p>