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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 8, 2008 15:35:45 GMT -5
Jamie, my mom and my dad were driving home after going to the little pumpkin patch when they got hit by a drunk driver. The guy was going 80 in a 25 zone. The car was totaled and my little brother was in critical condition. That's what my mom told me over the phone when she called from the hospital. That's what kept playing over in my head as I sped from my house to the hospital. That's what I heard the police saying as I ran into the hospital.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I sprinted to the waiting area, where I found my dad. Other than a few scratches on his face and minor brusies, he was alright. My mom had a broken arm and I didn't know what was wrong with Jamie, but I knew it was bad. I buried my face in my dad's shirt as he tried to calmly explain what happened. "Can I at least see him?" I sobbed. "I'm sorry sweetheart, the doctors are still running some tests on him," Dad replied. His blue eyes were brimmed with tears and that made me cry even harder. I sniffed and slowly stopped crying when I felt my phone vibrate. (Whoever posts next) was texting me.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 18:12:47 GMT -5
No. No. Carlisle can NOT be serious. Jamie? Heck no, heck no. Not him, please god not him. I sat in fear as Carlisle called me to tell me what had happened. I sat there, stiff as a board before I slowly pulled out my cell phone to text Melanie. Melanie- OMG...I am sooo sorry... Carlisle just called me.... Alice.... I hit send and walked into my hotel's room, before starting to pack my stuff. I turned on the computer, and started looking for flight information and times.
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 8, 2008 18:34:39 GMT -5
My fingers were shaking as I realized it was Alice who texted me. I'm not sure if I wanted her empathy(sp?) or not. I slowly replied, tears still pouring down my cheeks.
alice. yeah... they wont let us c him... -melanie...
I hit send and swallowed hard. I buried my face deeper into my dad's shirt and sobbed, my shoulders shaking.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 18:37:31 GMT -5
Melanie- I should be there tomorrow... I am booking a flight and nearly packed. Alice
I found the next flight back to Malibu and bought a first class ticket. I packed quickly, leaving half the clothes hanging in the closet for the maids to have.
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 8, 2008 18:39:31 GMT -5
a- k. -m.
I didn't have the paitence to type in our full names or 'okay.' The nurses were glaring at me for even having my cell phone on, but I needed it. Dad wasn't saying and I needed someone to tell me everything was going to be okay. I needed someone other than a family member to lean on.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 18:41:14 GMT -5
Mel- Is there anything I can possibly do? -Alice
I checked out of the hotel and walked/ran to the airport.
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 8, 2008 18:44:56 GMT -5
a. not at the moment. -m.
I chomped down on my bottom lip, watching the nurses walk back and forth between patients. My dad had stopped crying, but looked like it was going to cry again. This just wasn't my week. Not my month. Not my year. Not my decade. Nothing was right in my life, and I hate hospitals. Ever since that Gage thing, I've had a huge fear of hospitals and I only go to them when necesary(sp?).
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Post by Alice Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 18:47:22 GMT -5
I looked at the text before checking in and walking through the security lines.
Melanie- Are you sure? I am going to be boarding the plane soon... Alice
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 8, 2008 18:49:00 GMT -5
a. theres nothing u can do. u arent even in the country. -m.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 18:52:14 GMT -5
Mel- I know, but when I am in the country though... Alice
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 8, 2008 18:55:23 GMT -5
a. i dunno. i kinda just need a friend -m.
I don't know how stupid that sounded, but whatever.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 19:04:10 GMT -5
Mel- Kk... I swear I will get there as soon as I can... Alice
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 8, 2008 19:08:12 GMT -5
a. okay. -m.
I took a deep breath and put my phone back in my pocket. The nurse walked out of Jamie's room and down towards me and my dad. "He isn't awake yet, but you may go and see him if you wish," she said. "You may not stay longer than five minutes, though, as the doctors still need to do some tests and keep a close eye on him." Dad nodded and went first. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to handle seeing my little brother in such a fragile state.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 19:12:48 GMT -5
I sighed and tucked away my phone before the plane landed in the airport. The passengers all got off before we loaded. I waited nervously, and got on it.
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 8, 2008 19:17:42 GMT -5
When Dad finished sitting in Jamie's room, I walked in. I my pace was slow and unsteady because I was scared of what Jamie looked like. When I walked in, I let out a small gasp. He had bruises on his face and was hooked up to a million machines. I started to cry again at the site of my brother. He was only five and was in so much pain. "I'm so sorry, Jamie," I sobbed. "I should've been in the car with you...Then you might not be here like this, you would probably at home in bed...or playing a board game or something with me...not here..."
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