Never Ending Love-Chapter Eight
Chris, JC, Lance, and Joey sat on the hard plastic tan chairs in the hospital. Justin had been brought in a few minutes ago, and he was still in the ER room. Lynn had gone to get some soda for all of the guys.
Joey squirmed in his seat. “Damn these chairs,” he cursed lowly.
“Take it easy, Joe,” Lance told him. “Justin’ll be fine...” Joey looked at Lance.
“I know that. I just feel so bad for Kayla. I mean, wouldn’t you? But you’ve been through that feeling, of someone, being....well,” he started, looking down, “well, you know. It’s that feeling you get when you know that someone could very well, die in the next few minutes, ya know?” Joey asked Lance. Lance nodded, tears shining and threatening to fall in his green eyes.
“Yeah. I do remember. I remember the guilt that passed in me when Natasha was lifted onto the strecter. When she said her last words to me. When she said that the car accident wasn’t my fault, but she knew that it was. I remember her eyes, sparkling, and then lifting out; lifeless. I remember all that Joey. And believe me, I never want to remember that again.” Lance finished. He was crying.
“I’m sorry. It’s just, don’t you think Kayla must be feeling like that right now?” Joey asked Lance.
“Yeah...I guess she would,” Lance said quietly. He knew how bad Kayla must have been feeling. He had been through all of that. His head jolted with pain at the memory, and he thought back to that frightful night.
****************Flashback*******************
“Lance! Watch out!” Natasha screamed, as a truck swerved in front of Lance’s black 4x4. The roads were slippery, from the early Orlando rains. Lance gripped the steering wheel, and turned it right, along with his body. For a second, it seemed they wouldn’t hit the truck, but the last tire hit the edge of the truck, sending the car flinging upside down. Natasha held the seat belt with one hand, and one on Lance’s hand, Lance doing the same. Suddenly, the car stopped, at this point upside down.
Lance looked at Natasha, and immediately winced at the site. Her head was bruised; he could tell, and her head was slammed against the window, droplets of blood coming from her forehead. He felt tears coming into his jade eyes. He didn’t care. Tears started flowing down his already-red cheeks.
“I am so sorry!” The truck driver said to Lance a half hour later. The parimedics were already at the site. Lance hadn’t been injured except for a few scratches, but Natasha wasn’t so lucky.
“You’re sorry? Look what you’ve done to my girlfriend!” Lance cried to the driver.
“I know. I shouldn’t have been in your lane. I am very sorry. Here’s my number, we can settle insurance there,” she said, looking so glum.
“Okay, you’ll be hearing from me.” Lance walked away, and walked to the parimedics. He looked as they lifted Natasha up onto the stretcher. He got into the ambulance, holding her hand throughout the whole ride.
“Nat, your gonna make it. Believe me.” He coaxed her lifeless body. She didn’t reply. More sobs racked through his body, but he held them back.
At the waiting room, he sat anxiously, until the doctor came out.
“How is she?” He asked, almost hysterical.
“Ms. Tarrs is in a very serious condition. She is awake, but she could slip in a comma, so we have to be careful. Let’s say she has a..” the doctor stated, “50/50 chance of her life.”
“Can I see her?” Lance asked nervously. The doctor had to say yes. She just had to.
“Well, alright, but only for a little bit.” The doctor smiled. “She is in room 407,” she said.
“Alright. Thanks so much, doctor!” he said.
“Jane,” Jane said.
“Okay. Thanks...Jane!” and with that, he quickly ran down the halls.
“Nat?” Lance asked as he slipped inside room 407. He walked over to Natasha. She had tubes all around her body. Lance had to try with all his might to just not break down right then and there. Her normally sparkling blue eyes seemed so cold. They had turned a shade of gray, which gave Lance the shivers. He held her hand. “Nat, I’m so sorry. I hate myself! Please don’t die on me!” he sobbed. Natasha’s eyes fluttered open.
“Never hate yourself, Lance. Why would you?” She asked.
“Don’t you hate me? Look what I’ve done!” he sobbed.
“I could never hate you....Lance, I love...you” her eyes fluttered closed.
“No! Natasha! Don’t leave me. I...I...I love you.” Lance said, through tears. Natasha didn’t reply. Jane came in and examined her.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Bass. She’s gone.” The doctor said. He sobbed, not caring if the whole world heard him.
****************EndFlashback**************
“Those two words. ‘She’s Gone’. They meant so much to me.” Lance said. He was about to start crying, right as Lynn walked back with the sodas.
“There ya go!” she said, handing Chris a Coke, Joey a Sprite, JC a Water Bottle, and Lance some Gatorade. They all drank up.
Kayla grabbed Matt’s hand as soon as she had gathered her books at lunch. She had gotten a call from the hospital, and the school had given her permission to go over there. Kayla rushed to the parking lot, and said bye to Matt. She hailed a taxi, and got a ride to the hospital.
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