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Chapter 8

I felt much better after my talk with Jill, although I had a funny feeling that something was wrong.

When I got back to my house, our answering machine was jammed.

I pressed play to listen to the first message.

"Sophia, it's Tara. Call me back when you get in."

The next message came on. "Sophia, it's Zac. Tay was in a very bad motorcycle accident. Get to St. John's ASAP!"

I sat in shock. I had no feeling left in my body. The next message came on, but I really wasn't listening. I grabbed Joey and ran out to the car with a million questions in my head. "Will he die? Will he live? How bad is he hurt? Oh god, help me!!!!"

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The Emergency Room was full when I arrived. I walked up to the reception desk and asked the woman where Taylor Hanson was. As I was talking to her, Zac walked up behind me, his eyes red from crying.

"Sophia." he said, hugging me very tightly. "I'm glad you're here."

"Zac, how is Tay?"

"We don't know yet. He's back there now."

I began to cry. "What happened to him?" I asked.

"Well, apparently, a car switched lanes and hit Tay head on, or something like that." Zac told me.

"Oh god." Was all I managed to say.

Just then, a doctor walked into the waiting room. Walked and Diana stood up. "Is he okay?" Diana choked, between tears.

"Not exactly, Mrs. Hanson." the doctor said. "He had a broken leg, both his arms are broken, and he has a major spine injury. Luckily, he was wearing a helmet or else he would've had fatal head injuries."

Diana and I were holding each other, tears streaming down our faces. Walker and Zac were doing their best to hold it in.

"What about Isaac?" Zac asked. "Is he okay?"

"Yes, he's fine. A little shaken up." the doctor said. "He's the one who came for help. He's back with Taylor now."

"Can we see either of them?" Walker asked.

"You may see Isaac." the doctor said. "But Taylor will have to go immediatly into surgery. That is, with your permission."

"Whatever you have to do." Diana said.

"Yes ma'am." the doctor said, walking back behind a set of swinging doors, leaving us alone in the crowded waiting room.

"God won't let him die, will he?" I asked Diana.

"I don't know honey, I don't know." Diana said. "But may God's will be done." -------------------------------------------------------

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