Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“I remember when that was me,” my mom remarks.
“Goodness, you were never that bad.”
“I think back then you would have disagreed.”
“No, that girl claimed to have been with Simon when he got hit. Now she said that she only said that to start some drama. She just happened to be out when she spotted him.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, so she doesn’t know who hit him?”
“No,” Mr. West says.
“I bet she only said those things to make Vivian jealous,” Mrs. West added.
“I want to rip her hair out myself,” my mother says. I pace around the waiting room lobby.
I drop down to one of the less than comfortable chairs, letting my mind wander as our parents talk. Slowly, I tune in to their conversation. “Well, I think we should go back to the hotel and get some well needed sleep. We don’t have any answers and it’s getting late. We’ll be here first thing in the morning.”
“It’s a good idea. We all need it.”
“When is Law coming back?”
“Tomorrow,” my mom answers Mr. West.
“Good, you both need the support. I would say to take her home, but I know that’s just not going to happen.”
“It’s like telling me to leave Law or Dash to leave your side.”
“You’re damn right.”
My mother taps my arm, and I absently look up at her. “Sorry, sweetie, but we should get back to the hotel and rest.”
“Okay. I heard, and my eyes are starting to feel heavy.” Nothing is heavier than my heart, but until Simon is better, I’ll be in this miserable state. I head into my temporary bedroom and strip out of my clothes, showering away the day at the hospital before snuggling under the covers. Hopefully tomorrow is a better day and Simon gives us a sign he’s on the mend.
Chapter Five
Simon
A steady beeping sound, growing slowly, plays in my ears. It makes my head pound, and I lift my hand to rub my temple, causing a pain to shoot through my arm. I let out a roar.
The beeping intensifies, and then I hear footsteps approaching. My eyes open, but the light is blinding.
“Hello, Simon. Do you know where you are?” a voice calls out. It sounds distant, vague, and my head throbs, but I have no idea who it is or where it’s coming from.
I open my eyes several times and get a better look at my surroundings.
“It looks…” I try to clear my throat, but it’s so dry that I start coughing. I rub my hand over my mouth and then cup my throat. My hand is attached to an IV, so I must be in the hospital, but for how long and why is a mystery. I close my eyes and lay my head against the pillow. The softness behind my head can’t dull the ache in my skull. What the hell is going on? It is killing me.
“I’m sorry. Let me get you some water.” She leaves, and I’m left confused. I can’t remember how I ended up in the hospital. Everything is a blur, and all I can recall is the cold snow. I try to think back to what happened, but nothing is coming to mind.
The woman doesn’t take long to return, and when she does, the sound of her voice annoys me. “I’m back,” she says cheerfully, like I’m supposed to be happy about it. I’m not sure why I’m feeling rude, but her tone is too light for me. Maybe it’s because my head is pounding out of control or something, but I’m not in the mood, or maybe I’m just an asshole. “Your family will be called in to see you soon.”
“Family?”
“Yes, you were on vacation with them.”
“Where are they?” I ask.
“They were sent back to the hotel. It’s three in the morning, but we can call and leave them a message,” she says.
“Where am I?” I question, finding my voice that feels rough with every word.
“You’re at the hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah.”
“Utah?”
“Yes. Do you not remember how you got here? You were airlifted from Vail, Colorado.”
“No, I don’t. The last thing I remember was working at an auto body shop.” I lie to her because there is a lot that’s flashing through my head way too fast. So many memories and people, but they don’t make any sense. I don’t know who anyone is, but one memory becomes very clear. A woman is yelling at me, but I recognize her so well. She’s so damn beautiful that her words cut like a knife to my chest, and the pain makes my head hurt some more.
“The doctor will be in to see you and can explain more. Oh my goodness, your blood pressure is spiking and your heart rate is jumping.” She presses the emergency buttons before shooting something into my IV, and then I slowly feel my eyes growing heavy again.