Page 28 of Accidental Love

“We got him,” the fireman replied, helping me up as multiple other firemen crawled into the car. “Come on. You need to get checked out. Your head is bleeding.”

“No! I have to make sure Liam is okay! I’m not leaving,” I said, looking back at the car. I could see the men working but that was it.

“He will be fine. Come with me.” The fireman tried to lead me toward an ambulance.

“No!” I yelled, struggling in his grasp. I fought against him but stilled once I noticed the other firemen pulling out a body—Liam’s. I went to go run to him, but the arms around my waist stopped me.

“No, ma’am, I’m sorry! They need to get him on a stretcher.”

“Liam! Liam!” I yelled, wanting to go over and make sure he was okay. His body was still as a pair of women went over with a stretcher.

“He’s going to be okay,” the man said again as he held me back. I watched helplessly as they lifted Liam’s body onto the stretcher. The girls barked out orders as they wheeled him to the ambulance.

“I’m going with him.”

“You need to be checked out, ma’am.”

“No, I am fine!” I snapped, turning to look at the fireman. I knew he was only doing his job, but I didn’t care at the moment. The only thing that mattered was Liam. “I am going with him,” I hissed, jerking out of his hold and running toward the ambulance.

“Sorry, miss, you can’t come in here,” one of the women said as she moved around the back of the truck.

“I am his fiancé. I am not leaving him alone.” With that I hopped in the back, regardless of what the girl was saying. Seeing as I wasn’t going to budge, she nodded to the female driver before closing the doors. As she moved around the truck, we headed to the hospital I grabbed Liam’s hand.

“Liam, please be okay. Don’t you dare leave me.” I sobbed, clenching his hand. I wanted him to squeeze back, but he didn’t. His hand was lifeless in my grasp.

The entire ride there, the girl attached an IV to his arm and did what she could for the cuts on his face. I didn’t care that I was sitting there with blood running down my face or arms. Or that every time I breathed in it hurt.

“We are here!” the driver yelled. A second later the doors opened, revealing people with scrubs on waiting for us. Not needing to be told what to do, I jumped out as they rushed to grab Liam.

“Car accident. Head injury. Possible broken ribs and arm,” one of the women rattled off as a team of people grabbed the stretcher Liam was on and wheeled him through the doors. I trailed behind him my eyes wide.

“Put him in room six now!” one male doctor yelled. I tried following, but a girl stopped me.

“Sorry, can’t go in there.”

“That is my fiancé!” I turned to go past her.

“I’m sorry, but the doctor needs to look at him. He is in great hands. Let them do their job,” she said kindly but firmly. I wanted to argue, but I knew she was right. “You will be in the way and that will only make him worse.” I nodded numbly, taking a step back. The curtain was closed so I couldn’t see Liam, but I could see their silhouettes. Oh, God, please let Liam be okay!

“Come here, sweetie. Let’s get you patched up. By the time I’m done we should know more about your fiancé.” The nurse led me to another room a bit further away from Liam’s. I did not want to leave him alone but I had to.

“So what happened?” she asked as I sat on the high chair. She moved around, grabbing things.

“W-we, we were driving home from eating dinner with his family. We were at a stoplight when a car ran into the side of us,” I said.

“What side were you on?”

“Passenger. The car hit his side.”

She quickly started patching up the cut on my head.

“You don’t need stitches for the cut on your head, but it is pretty deep.” She moved onto the ones on my arms and hands. “Anywhere else it hurts?” she asked.

“M-my ribs and back,” I said softly. My mind was racing a hundred miles per hour and my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

“Can you stand up and lift up your shirt?”

I wordlessly followed her orders and pulled my shirt up. I didn’t look to see what she was doing. I just watched Liam’s room. He has to be okay. He just has to be. Suddenly pain laced up my sides. I bit my bottom lip to not cry out, but tears pricked at my eyes pricked from the pain.

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