Page 5 of The Deception You Weave
Silently, we make our way down to the parking lot but I come to a grinding halt before we get to his car.
"What? What's wrong?" he asks the moment he realized I've stopped.
"My car." I lift my hand and point as if it's not obvious.
"Uh… right?" I glance at him, seeing his creased brow.
"It doesn't matter. It was getting fixed and I wasn't expecting it back yet."
"Oookay."
"Come on." I march up to Leon's car and drop into the passenger seat.
Thankfully it's only a fifteen-minute drive to the hospital, although it feels like it takes about fifteen hours when Leon pulls into a parking space.
The second the car comes to a stop, I'm reaching for the door handle.
"Let, wait," Leon says in a rush.
I glance back at him, begging him to say what he needs to say fast because now that I'm here, I need to know what's going on.
"Whatever is going on here. I just want you to know that I won't judge. You can tell me anything, okay?"
Emotion clogs my throat as I stare at his dark green eyes.
"I don't deserve you," I force out.
"Aw, Cupcake. I'm the lucky one. Come on, let's go and see what's going on."
I know this is probably the last place that Leon wants to spend his Thursday night, but his loyalty to me wins out over his hatred for Kane and together we race toward the ER.
I head straight for the reception desk the second the doors open for us but I don't get there.
"Letty," a familiar voice shouts and when I turn, I find Harley, my little sister, running at me.
She throws herself into me and wraps her arms around my waist.
"Is he okay? What happened? Where's Kyle?" All the questions come tumbling out of me at once.
Taking my hand, Harley leads me over to where she was sitting when we walked in.
"He's going to be okay," she assures me, and I feel like I can breathe for the first time since Zayn showed up and dropped the bomb. "He was in a car accident."
My heart sinks. I was right. All of this is my fault.
"He was on the wrong side of the road apparently."
"Christ," Leon mutters, scrubbing his hand down over his face.
I appreciate that he does actually care and isn't standing there wishing the outcome was worse.
"There's Kyle." Harley nods to a set of doors behind us. "He'll be able to tell you more."
"Hey," he says.
"Is he okay?" I ask in a rush despite the fact Harley just told me he was.
"Come with me and see for yourself."
