There was fire licking at the powerline and in random places on the ground. You ran to the car hoping to see inside but you were stopped by a second officer, who frowned.
“Ma’am, the passenger is being loaded into the ambulance. There’s nobody here.” He informed.
Passenger had to mean Gabe, right?
Your heart skipped a beat and you side-stepped away from the car and towards an ambulance that was parked close-by while the second vehicle rang its siren and sped off to the hospital.
As you approached the white van, you were met with two more police officers, both with grim expressions.
“Excuse me but are you (Y/n), girlfriend of Robbie Reyes, one of the crash victims?” The female officer said.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded in response. You didn’t need any more bad news - not tonight.
The officers glanced at one another and sighed.
“Mr Reyes gave us your name to discuss thi
The hospital was a place you had visited a few times before for smaller things so you knew how to get around.
Today, however, it was like you had stepped foot into an impossible labyrinth.
The signs looked foreign and you kept forgetting where you were, constantly asking for help from the staff. You had been told of Robbie’s location to be in ‘G Ward, Room 12A’, at least three times but it didn’t stop you from asking a fourth time.
After turning corners and walking through corridors, passing ill patients on the way, you finally found yourself standing in front of Room 12A.
Reaching for the handle, you noticed how much your hand trembled from the fear of what was waiting inside.
Robbie is fine, you told yourself. He’s alive.
Pressing the latch down, you pushed the door in with your shoulder and walked in. Your eyes landed on the medical room and the bed sitting in the middle of it.