Love at First Sight, chapter 7
Laying there on top of Billie Joe, listening to his rhythmic breathing you felt safe and happy for once in your life. Nothing could move you from this place, nothing...except...the phone. You both heard it ring and you felt Billie Joe stir lightly thinking you were going to get up and answer it. You just squeezed him tighter and told him to let the machine get it. You both listened as the phone rang two more times before connecting with the answering machine. Your eyes snapped wide open and your breathing became faster as you listened to the message that was left.
"Colleen, this is officer O'Riely, I'm afraid we're gonna need you to come down to the hostpital." the machine beeped, clerifing the end of the message.
Your heart sank as the word hostpital rang in your ears. You didn't move, you couldn't move. Every possible thought raced into your mind, of what could have happened, why were you needed at the hostpital. You knew you had to find out so you got up from the bed and went to get dressed. Grabbing random clothes you heard Billie Joe get up from the bed and put his shirt back on. You didn't seem to care that you were tearing off your pj's and putting new clothes on with Billie Joe watching you. You were now fully dressed in a hoodie and jeans and you quickly brushed your hair and turned to look for shoes and noticed Billie Joe was standing next to you.
"I have to go to the hostpital, and um..." you rambled, clearly dazed from the sudden phone call. "...see what's going on and speak with officer...uh officer..." you said continueing to look for your shoes and try to keep yourself together.
"Colleen...hey...hey..." he said trying to get your attention away from looking for your shoes.
Suddenly he watched as you sank to the floor with your hands over your face. He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around you.
"I don't know what's going on... I'm so scared." you said through tears.
"I know...it's gonna be ok." he said rocking you slightly back and forth to sooth your pain.
Pulling yourself together you grabbed your car keys and asked if Billie Joe would come to the hostpital with you for support. He agreed and you both entered your car and drove to the hostpital for hopefully nothing serious.
Parking at the hostpital you shakingly turned the keys to shut off the car, and weakly opened your door. You walked slowly around the car dreading what was about to happen when you walk through those doors. Billie Joe grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly whispering to you that everything was going to be ok. You bit your bottom lip trying to hold back tears as you and Billie Joe walked into the hostpital lobby. You couldn't help but feel this huge feeling like something was going to be horribly wrong, you tried to ignore it telling yourself everything was going to be ok. Your eyes then came upon a police officer standing near the front desk, his head was hung low as he fiddled with something on his hat. As you came closer you saw that his name plate read Officer O'Riely. You swallowed back the lump in your throat. He looked up into your eyes slowly.
"Colleen?" he asked as you nodded which was all that you could do.
"I'm sorry Ms. but I have some bad news." as he said this tears brimmed your eyes and you squeezed Billie Joe's hand as if your life depended on it and at that moment it did.
"Colleen, this is officer O'Riely, I'm afraid we're gonna need you to come down to the hostpital." the machine beeped, clerifing the end of the message.
Your heart sank as the word hostpital rang in your ears. You didn't move, you couldn't move. Every possible thought raced into your mind, of what could have happened, why were you needed at the hostpital. You knew you had to find out so you got up from the bed and went to get dressed. Grabbing random clothes you heard Billie Joe get up from the bed and put his shirt back on. You didn't seem to care that you were tearing off your pj's and putting new clothes on with Billie Joe watching you. You were now fully dressed in a hoodie and jeans and you quickly brushed your hair and turned to look for shoes and noticed Billie Joe was standing next to you.
"I have to go to the hostpital, and um..." you rambled, clearly dazed from the sudden phone call. "...see what's going on and speak with officer...uh officer..." you said continueing to look for your shoes and try to keep yourself together.
"Colleen...hey...hey..." he said trying to get your attention away from looking for your shoes.
Suddenly he watched as you sank to the floor with your hands over your face. He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around you.
"I don't know what's going on... I'm so scared." you said through tears.
"I know...it's gonna be ok." he said rocking you slightly back and forth to sooth your pain.
Pulling yourself together you grabbed your car keys and asked if Billie Joe would come to the hostpital with you for support. He agreed and you both entered your car and drove to the hostpital for hopefully nothing serious.
Parking at the hostpital you shakingly turned the keys to shut off the car, and weakly opened your door. You walked slowly around the car dreading what was about to happen when you walk through those doors. Billie Joe grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly whispering to you that everything was going to be ok. You bit your bottom lip trying to hold back tears as you and Billie Joe walked into the hostpital lobby. You couldn't help but feel this huge feeling like something was going to be horribly wrong, you tried to ignore it telling yourself everything was going to be ok. Your eyes then came upon a police officer standing near the front desk, his head was hung low as he fiddled with something on his hat. As you came closer you saw that his name plate read Officer O'Riely. You swallowed back the lump in your throat. He looked up into your eyes slowly.
"Colleen?" he asked as you nodded which was all that you could do.
"I'm sorry Ms. but I have some bad news." as he said this tears brimmed your eyes and you squeezed Billie Joe's hand as if your life depended on it and at that moment it did.
