Lost and Forgotten
Chapter Two
I couldn’t believe it at first. Cayden and his roommate, Justin, were rushed to the hospital. The other three guys were too, but they went to a different one. My mom, my dad, my friend Jacki, and I drove up the next morning. I needed Jacki there with me. I absolutely need her. She was practically family, too. Along with Julie and Carman. Julie was on vacation and Carman was at a camp.
We got to the hospital and walked in. Big, glass, automatic doors let us in and we walked up to the front desk, and signed in.
“A nurse will be with you in a moment. You can sit over there,” said the African American assistant. He pointed us over to a sitting area surrounded by lush, green foliage and a small, peaceful waterfall. We were there no more than ten minutes when a short, mousey haired nurse came over.
“The Harks?” We nodded, “Right this way.”
We fallowed her out of the sitting area and into a long, white corridor. After a few turns, she stopped at a door.
“Only two visitors at a time. He is conscious, but has slight amnesia. He doesn’t remember the accident,” she paused, “I’m sorry about what happened.”
She then, walked away. My mom and dad went in first, so me and Jacki sat down in two chairs next to the door.
“How many times a day do you think she says that?” Jacki murmered
I shrugged. I really didn’t care if she was sorry or not. Pity makes me uncomfortable. Twenty minutes of long silence passed when the door opened, squeaking. My mom left first, her eyes and cheeks as red as my hair. My dad slipped out after her, eyes pointed at the ground. Jacki and I headed solemnly into the room. There, in the dull room, was my brother, lying on a bed with crisp, white sheets laid over his body. Monitors beeped, and whirled, but all I heard was the shallow breathing of my brother. He had the look of death on his face. Pale skin, hollow eyes, his light blond hair now a dark, grayish color, his lips cracked and pale, his green eyes glazed over.
Jacki squeezed my hand, snapping me out of the daze. When I looked at her, and she pointed at the table near the window. I softly walked over to it, and saw that the doctor left out the pictures of the crash. I saw my brother’s body, bloody, beaten, and twisted. The truck was completely totaled: we’d have to buy a new one. All of the boys’ college stuff was spilling out from the bed, which had basically exploded. But I couldn’t take my eyes off Cayden. His head slumped onto his shoulder, blood dripping down the side of his face, his gray tank top had a spot of blood the size of an apple from where something had cut him. I could see Justin on the other side, head resting on the dashboard. More blood on his face then Cade, but Justin seemed to be in better condition, considering the other car had plowed into the driver’s side: where Cade was.
Tears pricked at my eyes as I looked through the carnage. Jacki squeezed my hand and I heard a voice whisper behind me.
“Barry?”
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