Journal 5

Elizabeth Harvey

Journal 5

     Having to get out of bed and walk into the kitchen to answer the phone at midnight is not my idea of fun, especially when I have to get up at six. Irritated I answered the phone and a man says in a stern voice “Is this Catherine Smith?”

     “Yes,” I said more wide awake.

     “This is police Officer Carter and I am very sorry Ms. Smith, but your boyfriend was in a car accident. A drunk driver crossed the yellow lines and hit his car head on. He is on his way to Green Valley General Hospital because he received some major injuries. When the paramedics saw the condition he was in they said they weren’t sure if he would last till morning. Would you like me to send a police officer to your place so you can arrive to the hospital safely?”

“Yes. I will be ready in five minutes and my address is 4357 Kings Lane,” I respond with tears starting to fill my eyes.

“Okay, Officer Johnson is on his way to your house now,” replied Officer Carter. Itoss the phone on the counter, quickly put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and throw my hair into a ponytail. By the time I grab my purse there is a knock on the door. I answer the door and see Officer Johnson standing there. We run to the car, jump in, and Officer Johnson takes off down the road like a
racehorse coming out of the gate. We reach the hospital in record time because
he turned the sirens on, but I still hop out of the car before Officer Johnson
has a chance to place it in park. and I run through the doors to the ER, tears
still streaming down my face.

A nurse comes from behind the counter, slips her arm around me, and asks in a soothing voice “What can I do for you, honey?”

“My boyfriend, Alex Brown, got in a car accident and I need to see him,” I say
while trying to not choke on my tears.

“Okay, he just arrived and is in room 104. Let me walk with you there.” I run to room 104, while the nurse and the Officer Johnson try to catch up with me. And then I saw him: eyes closed, his body was bruised and cut, and he was wearing white gauze wrapped around his head. I walked into the room, took his hand and gently placed it in mine. I rubbed it with my fingers, praying to God that he will not die. After a few minutes, Alex opened his eyes. A small smile comes to my face and glimmer of hope is lit inside of me.

He stared directly into my eyes and said “I will love you forever, Catherine.” His eyes then slowly slid shut; my glimmer of hope became snuffed out like a candle because what I had dreaded had come true. Alex was gone.