It had been a while ago since he had left and she was starting to worry. She had looked out the window a few times to check if he was coming around the corner or what but ultimately sat on their living room, sipping on tea and hoping for the best, tapping her foot on the floor. Soon enough her phone vibrated and she jumped on her seat. He was coming home. Sighing in relief, she sipped on more tea, taking a deep breath and settling comfortably at last. Time went by and once again she was worrying; Laurie even recurred to calling him a few times, but there was no answer. “Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up Dominic.” Groaning after her last attempt and throwing the phone to the sofa, she paced back and forth around the living room until...
There it was. The phone rang, and she picked up, about to say something, when she heard a voice she didn’t recognise.
“Yes. Yes, he’s my boyfriend. Wha–” Listening to the rest of the sentence she was already putting on her coat over her pijamas, putting on her boots, wrapping the scarf around her neck and running out of the apartment. “I-I’m coming, please help him!” She yelled, crying already, as she ran down the street in hopes of finding a cab. Suddenly, she no longer felt hungry and if anything, she felt like throwing up. All the way there she thought of nothing but him and something, anything she could possibly do to keep him alive. It should’ve been her going to get their groceries, but who would’ve known?
“Wait, wait, just wait, please!”
She searched around, finally entering the Hospital, slipping on the first steps, almost hitting the door, but pushing it open anyway. She probably scared the personal because a few approached her as she hurriedly got up. “I’m fine! I’m fine!” She shrugged them off and ran to the reception, slamming her hands there, scaring the nurse in turn and hurting her hands in return.
“Dominic Vanderburg. I-I’m looking for him. Where is he? There was an accident, someone called me about ten minutes ago, I-I please, please take me with him!” Running with her arms crossed over her chest and doing nothing but conceal her tears or her sorrowful, fearful sobbing, she didn’t dare ask any questions until she was left in a waiting room. Raking her hair back, biting on her nails. The sooner she knew where he was, the sooner she’d be able to help.
At least, she wanted to think she’d be able to help. At least keep him calm; his body that was. Or accelerate it, or about anything he needed.
A doctor passed her in a rushing manner, but she clung to his hand, being pulled from her seat. “P-please, please! Dominic Vanderburg, black hair, tall, thin built. Brought in after an accident. Where is he?, What’s happened?”
