I managed to sleep until I woke myself up.
When I did, there was rain pounding heavily against the windows, and every minute or so, there would be a strike of lightening, and thunder following close behind.
It was around nine, I really hope Brody's okay.
I decided to shoot him a text and make sure.
Emma- Hey Brody, I just wanted to see if you were ok
Brody- yea. We're almost to the motel
Emma- please be safe
Brody-...
Emma- Brody
Emma- brody?
Emma- BRODY!?!?!
Brody- This is a paramedic, Brody and his parents were in a terrible car accident. They are being placed in the emergency room at the hospitsl over by west fort
Emma- WHAT???? Okay, thanks
I slipped my phone into my back pocket, my vision blurring and my eyes stinging due to the tears threatening to fall.
Why can't we just have one normal day?
I tied my converse and I ran through the rain out to my car.
I threw it in reverse and drove as careful as I could down to the hospital, biting my lip to hold back the many tears that still wanted to fall.
I pulled into the closest parking space I could find and I ran into the front desk.
"Brody Anderson?" I said, chewing nervously on my already stubby nails.
"Room 2B." She said, with a smile full of sympathy. There was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I gently pushed open the door and saw Brody lying there unconcious. I ran to his side and felt a lump forming in my throat. His body was covered in sticky drying blood. His face was scratched and the top of his head was bandaged.
I softly and carefully grabbed his hand and held it, finally just letting my tears fall without any restraint.
I was hurt, tired, sad, but more than anything, scared. If he dies, what'll happen? I can't lose him. I-I love him.
"Excuse me miss, can you step out for a moment?" A teenager around my age with a thick australian accent said, stepping into the room.
I nodded and reluctantly made my way out of the room, giving Brody one backwards glance, afraid this would be one of the last times I saw him.
"Thank ya miss." He said, his eyes shining with full on pity.
I nodded in his direction, since I couldn't make words form over the lump that had now lodged itself in the back of my throat.
I sat in one of the waiting room chairs, doing nothing but stare at the clock worridly.
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