Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I arrived at the hospital in no time and rushed inside. There was a man working a counter at the front, and I gave him Cheyenne’s name.
“They’re still two minutes out.” The man said while pointing to a little room with a nurse sitting behind a desk. “Can you go in there and give them her information?”
I nodded and headed to the seat in front of the woman. She smiled at me and introduced herself as the triage nurse.
“My name is Judy. What is the patient’s full name and date of birth?” She said gently.
“Cheyenne Renee Allen. March 3, 1987.” I answered.
“How are you related to the patient?” she asked.
“I’m her fiancé.” I said impatiently.
We continued through this for around five minutes. I just finished up when there was a commotion in the doorway behind her. I looked over her shoulder to see them roll Cheyenne in on a yellow gurney with two paramedics pushing it on either side of her. Cheyenne was in a sitting position with her injured arm secured to her chest. Her face was already starting to bruise and redden where the airbag deployed and hit her face. Jack was walking behind the gurney trying to stay out of the way but still close enough to get to her if he was needed.
I rose walked behind the triage nurse watching as the paramedics and a nurse transferred her from the gurney to a hospital bed in a curtained off little room. They did it nicely but she wasn’t able to suppress a grimace of pain when they jostled her. She noticed me right about the time I made it to the curtains, and her eyes started welling with tears.
“I ruined your beautiful truck!” she wailed.
I burst out laughing. Only her.
The paramedics gave their report and then exited with smiles on their faces. I walked to the side that wasn’t injured and cupped her cheek with the palm of my hand. I cataloged all of the bruises. Her eyes were starting to puff up a tad, her cheekbones had a faint bruise, and the rest of it was red from the powder that covers the air bag. There were a few stray pieces of glass I picked out of her hair. There was also some crusted blood in the creases of her nose.
“Honey, I don’t give a shit about the truck. I’m only happy that you and the girls are all right.” I whispered to her.
She smiled, and nuzzled my hand with her cheek. Just as suddenly her face was gone out of my hand, and she started ranting about the person she hit.
“The fucker just pulled out! Didn’t even look to see, just went. I was going fifty miles an hour! I was right on top of him and I could see that he was going to go, but there was nothing I could do at that point. I slammed on my breaks and prayed that I would be able to not hit him too hard. On top of that the guy fled the scene!” she said heatedly.
I frowned and said “What did he look like?”
“Blonde, six foot, muscled.” Jack answered for her.
I turned to Jack and raised my eyebrow in question.
“I was too worried about the girls. Gabe and Ember were too far behind us to even see the accident. They stopped when they finally caught up, but he was already gone.” He answered.
I nodded my head. I would have done the same thing as him. No way was I going to chase someone down when I didn’t know if the girls or Cheyenne were hurt.
“You need to go be with Kayla and Janie. I’ll be fine. I promise.” Cheyenne said to me.
Now that I saw that she was alright, I calmed down some and agreed to go check on them. I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, and then ran my knuckles down the side of her cheek. She smiled at me, and I let my hand drop, nodded to Jack and headed around the nurses station.
I was almost to the hall when James rushed through the doors. He glanced around, saw Cheyenne across the room in the hospital bed talking to the doctor, and then took me in heading away from them towards the hallway. He powered through the flurry of nurses and doctors that were at the nurse’s station and headed straight for me with long purposeful strides. He was still dressed in his work clothes. He had a black t-shirt on that hid the grease stains. The dark washed jeans weren’t so forgiving. He had a few smears on his face that he hadn’t gotten a chance to clean off yet. Obviously he had rushed, even though he was told that everyone was fine.
He caught up and fell in step beside me.
“What happened?” he asked as we walked down the hallway.
“A car pulled out in front of Cheyenne and she t-boned him. Deployed the airbag, she’s got a few bruises already forming on her face and neck. Her arm’s most likely broken. The girls are fine. They are only being brought in as a precaution. Although the paramedics said that they were fine. The guy fled the scene, Jack stayed with the girls to make sure that they were fine. Ember and Gabe didn’t arrive until it was already done with. The girls were said to be fine, but they brought them in just in case. They are being seen in the minor.” I said and nodded in the direction of the glass doors ahead of us.
We entered the glass doors and were rewarded with little girl laughter and screams. We followed the noise to a corner that had two curtained off areas side by side. The middle curtain was open and they were playing in the middle on the floor with some syringes. They looked as good as ever, and already had their release papers on the way.
Gabe and Ember were in the corner sitting on two chairs and stood up when they saw us and came over.