WritingxTears9

My wife was going to die. Was she? Well she was going to have a lot of brain damage if she lived, she she might as well die. Elayna is going to freak out. So is Chace. He's 23, and my wife was his favorite person in the world. And my daughter Lilia... she's only 8...what will she think!? When the doctors called me at work, I knew that something was wrong. "Hi...Lucas? This is Dr. Bradgon. Your wife is in the hospital... we need you here." I grabbed my coat, my cup of coffee, and told the secretary I was leaving for a family emergency. When I got to the hospital, a nurse explained to me what had happened and I basically broke down crying for everyone to here. My wife. My favorite person in the whole-wide-world. I loved her with all of my heart...and now she was going to die!? I couldn't believe it! But the nurse assured me she would probably make it through the night. Probably!? Probably!? What if she died in the next hour!? I couldn't believe it. The nurse told me to get a bite to eat, or to go somewhere that would help me calm down. I glared at her. My wife was in a near death situation! I couldn't CALM down!! I sat down in the waiting room and tapped my feet. I tried to read a magazine, but I couldn't concentrate. I stared at the wall. I watched doctors and nurses come and go. I heard screams, I heard laughs, I heard cries. I was like a statue, watching everything happen in the world, but not able to participate. I fell asleep on the uncomfortable plastic-like hospital couch. I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. Then I remembered who I was, what had happened, and where I was. I picked up my phone, and took the call. It was my daughter, Elayna. I had completely forgotten that she had just gotten home from school and was home alone. I told her I was on my way and rushed outside into my pickup truck. I drove to my little neighborhood, and waited for her to come to the car. She was completely shocked about the whole situation, I felt so bad for my poor 13-year-old daughter. We drove to the hospital in silence, but there wasn't much silence since the both of us were crying.

"Mommmmmmmm...I'm home!" I slammed the door shut, dropped my backpack in the mud room and sat down at the kitchen table to start my homework. I was on the third problem of my math homework when I realized something wasn't right. "Helloooo?!" I called out. Nothing. No one was home but me. Well that would be fine with me, except for the fact that my mom had the day off from work, and planned on staying home all day. I picked up the phone and dialed her cell. ring.ring.ring.ring.ring."Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Melody Hudson, leave your name and number and I'll be sure to call you back. Thank you, goodbye now." I hung up, not even bothering to leave a messege. Ugh...where was my Mother!? I tried my Dad's cell. He was at work, but I decided to call him anyways since it was a bit hectic. ring.ring. "Hello!?" he answered in a rushed tone. "Dad! Where's Mom!?" The other line was silent for a few seconds. "Lay, she's in the hospital. I'm going to come pick you up, I'll explain when I get there." He hung up the phone and I stood there in complete shock. Why the heck was my Mom in the hospital!? Was she going to die!? What the hell was wrong with her!?!??! I couldn't believe it. I grabbed the house key, locked the door, and waited outside for my Dad to pick me up. It was a warm October day in Massachusetts. The leaves were falling, and the air was getting crisper, but the ghost of Summertime still hung suspended in the air. I scanned the street for my Dad's toyota, and I caught a glimpse of it speeding down our little neighborhood street, schreeching when it reached our driveway. "Elayna, get in the car....hurry!" My dad said frantically, drumming his fingers on the car's window. I sprinted towards the passanger seat, opened the door, buckled up, and we were driving. "Dad, what the hell happened!?" I wondered in suspense. "Your Mom was driving to the grocery store and got into a bad car crash... a dump truck hit her car and she went flying. She's still alive, but barely coping." My Dad choked on the last words and looked away from me. I could tell that a few tears were sliding down his cheek. I focused on the road ahead of us, and began crying. I couldn't bear to let my Mom die.