Ethan's point of view:
I sped through the streets, my heart racing with fear. The girl's limp body lay in the passenger seat, her bright red hair stark against the dark leather. I couldn't believe what had just happened.
I couldn’t help but blame myself, it’s been a long while since I’ve been behind the wheel. My driver, Ben, had a family emergency, so I gave him the day off. I should have ordered an Uber or called my grandfather’s driver to take me home. I missed the feeling of taking charge of the car at the steering wheel. Now look where that landed me.
As I drove, I couldn't shake the image of her pale face from my mind. Who was she? And what had I done?
I finally arrived at the hospital, screeching to a halt in front of the emergency department. I leaped out of the car, rushing to her side. I gently lifted her out of the passenger seat, cradling her in my arms.
The automatic doors slid open, and I sprinted through them, desperate for help. A team of medical professionals rushed towards us, quickly taking her from me.
"Please, you have to help her," I begged, feeling a wave of panic wash over me.
The doctors and nurses moved with precision, their faces a blur of efficiency. I watched in a daze as they wheeled her away, feeling helpless.
I followed them to the exam room, my mind racing with fear. What if she didn't make it? What if I had killed her?
The doctors began their examination, their voices a steady stream of medical jargon. I stood back, feeling useless.
One of the doctors turned to me, a kind face amidst the chaos. "Sir, What is your name and can you tell me what happened?"
I took a deep breath, trying to recount the events leading up to the accident. “ My name is Ethan Grey, she was hit by my car , I didn’t see her , she came out of nowhere “ I rushed. The doctor listened intently, his expression growing more serious by the minute.
As I finished my story, the doctor nodded thoughtfully. "We'll do everything we can to help her," he said. "But I need to ask, do you know her name?"
I shook my head, feeling a pang of guilt. I didn't even know her name. She could be someone’s wife, mother or daughter.
Oh God, please let her pull through.
The doctor nodded sympathetically. "Don't worry, we'll take care of her. You can wait outside, we'll keep you updated."
I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. I did everything I could. Now all I could do was wait.
I stepped out of the exam room, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over me. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum in sync with the racing thoughts in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of her pale face from my mind, her bright red hair stark against the dark leather of my car. I remembered the sound of her body hitting my car, the sickening thud that still echoed in my mind.
I made my way to the waiting room, my eyes scanning the space for a familiar face. But I was alone. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
As I sat in the waiting room, I couldn't help but notice the sterile glow of the fluorescent lights overhead. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint tang of sickness, making my stomach turn. I fidgeted in my chair, trying to get comfortable, but the worn, beige cushions offered little support.
I glanced around the room, taking in the worried-looking faces of the other patients and family members. Some were typing away on their phones, while others stared blankly into space, lost in thought. I felt a pang of solidarity with them - we were all waiting for news, all hoping for the best.
My gaze drifted to the nurse's station, where a team of medical professionals bustled about, their faces focused on the task at hand. The soft beeps of machines and muted whispers of conversations filled the air, creating a sense of controlled chaos.
As I waited, my eyes wandered down the nearby hallway, where the sound of wheels on tiles echoed, accompanied by the occasional clang of a metal cart or the soft whoosh of automatic doors. I felt a sense of unease building in my chest, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
I stood up, needing to move, and walked over to the vending machine in the corner. I selected a bottle of water, the colorful snacks and drinks a jarring contrast to the otherwise drab surroundings. As I waited for my selection, I noticed the water cooler nearby, its clear plastic bottle half-full, as if waiting for the next thirsty visitor.
I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach. But it was no use - I was stuck in this limbo, waiting for news about the girl, wondering what the future held.
I couldn't help but think about what had happened. I had been driving home from work, distracted by my grandpa’s call, when I saw her. She was running from something .I had slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. I had hit her.
The memory of the accident played over and over in my mind like a bad movie. I remembered the sound of screeching tires, the crunch of metal, and the sight of her body flying through the air. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and I closed my eyes, trying to push the image away.
The sound of her body hitting my car still echoed in my mind.
I still needed to return my grandpa’s call. He must have been shocked by the way the call dropped.
After what felt like an eternity, a doctor emerged from the exam room. "Mr. Grey?" he said, his voice kind.
I stood up, my heart racing. "Yes?"
"She's stable," he said. "But she's got a concussion, a few bruises and a broken wrist. We're going to keep her here for a few days for observation in case of any internal bleeding later ."
I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. Relief, guilt, worry.
"Can I see her?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
The doctor nodded. "Yes, of course. She has been moved to a patient’s room. But please, just for a minute. She needs her rest."
I nodded, following the doctor back to the exam room. As I entered, I saw her lying in the bed, her eyes closed. Her bright red hair was a stark contrast to the white hospital sheets.
I approached.
Sarah’s Point of view As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with the sterile smell of a hospital room. I tried to remember how I got there, but my memories were fuzzy. I recalled running down the street, then...nothing. Panic set in as I scrambled to piece together what happened. A gentle voice spoke beside me, "Hey, you're awake. I'm so glad to see you're okay." I turned to see a blond guy with hazel eyes and a concerned expression. He introduced himself as Ethan, and I had no idea who he was or why he was sitting beside my bed. The doctor came in to check on me, and Ethan stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a strange sense of calm with him nearby, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing. As the doctor left, Ethan returned to my bedside, his expression hesitant. "Can I stay?" he asked. "I want to make sure you're okay." I nodded, still trying to process everything. Ethan's presence was comforting, but I couldn't understand why he
Sarah’s Point of view:Nurse Sabrina's warm smile greeted me as she entered my hospital room. "Sarah, How are you doing today? You have a visitor. Your friend Emily is here to see you."I nodded, trying to compose myself, but the emotions still simmered just below the surface. Emily followed the nurse in, concern etched on her face."Hey, girl," Emily said softly, rushing to my side. "I was so worried about you."Nurse Sabrina nodded sympathetically. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit. Just press the call button if you need anything."As the nurse exited, Emily turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "Sarah, what happened? You were crying when you called"I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I saw him, Em... Alex... with Claire... his ex." The words felt like acid on my tongue. They were burning, but I had to get them out."They were locked in a passionate embrace, they looked ready to tear each other's clothes off. The passion and lust between them was so obvious.
Ethan's Point of view:As I got ready for dinner at my grandpa's house, my mind kept wandering back to Sarah, the pretty redhead I had hit with my car just a few days ago. I couldn't help but wonder how she was feeling now, if she was recovering well from her injuries. I made a mental note to get her a get-well-soon card, an "I'm sorry" card, and some flowers. I wasn't really sure why I was so invested in her well-being, but I couldn't shake off the feeling."Mr. Ethan, your car is ready," Ben, my driver, called out to me.I nodded, grabbing my phones and heading out the door. As we drove to my grandpa's house, my mind kept drifting back to Sarah. I found myself smiling, feeling a sense of happiness that I couldn't quite explain.As I stepped out of my car and onto the winding driveway of my grandfather's mansion, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. The trees towered above, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, whispering secrets of the past. I have always loved visiting this p
Sarah's Point of view:I couldn't believe I was finally going home! The hospital room had started to feel like a prison, and I was eager to get back to my normal life. Emily, my best friend, was by my side as Nurse Sabrina came in to give me my discharge instructions.Nurse Sabrina was the best nurse anyone could ask for, but I would not mind not seeing her every single day."Okay, Sarah, here's an advice sheet on exercises you should do every day to help speed up your recovery and a list of things to do and not do," she said, handing me two sheets of paper.I scanned the list, trying to take it all in. "No heavy lifting, no bending, no strenuous activity...got it.""And don't forget to take your meds as prescribed," Nurse Sabrina added."You'll need to wear your plaster cast until the broken bone heals. The skin under the cast may be itchy for a few days, but that should pass."Emily nodded, taking the list from me. "I'll make sure she follows the rules, Nurse."I rolled my eyes g
Ethan's Point of view:The warm sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office cast a golden glow on the sleek, modern furniture and the bustling city below. As COO of my family's company, I had grown accustomed to the trappings of success - the plush carpet, the polished wood, the hum of productivity. But on days like this, when the sun shone bright and the world felt full of possibility, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.I sat at my desk, scanning the latest financial reports, my mind focused on the numbers and strategies that would drive our company's success. The soft click of the keyboard, the rustle of papers, and the occasional ring of the phone created a soothing background melody, a symphony of productivity.Just then, Nora, my grandfather's assistant, knocked on the door, her gentle tap a subtle interruption to the rhythm of my work. "Ethan, your grandfather wants to see you," she said, her voice soft and deferential.I nodde
Sarah's Point of view:Days turned into weeks, and I settled into a comfortable routine at Emily's place. We spent our days lounging on the couch, watching movies, and talking about everything and nothing. I was slowly starting to feel like myself again, like the weight of Alex's betrayal was slowly lifting off my shoulders.My plaster cast came off a week ago. It felt weird to finally have that thing off. My wrist was so stiff and weak. It was like learning to use my hand all over again. I kept forgetting it was there and bumped it into stuff.I remember how helpless I felt with that cast on. I couldn't do anything for myself. I had to rely on Emily for everything. It was super frustrating. But honestly, it also made me appreciate the little things I used to take for granted – like opening a door or tying my shoes.The exercises on the advice sheet that I had to do were a pain, but I guess they helped. The painkillers helped a lot, but I had to be careful not to get hooked on them. My
Sarah's Point of View:It was Wednesday.I sat nervously in Rachel's office, fidgeting with my hands as I gazed out the window at the gray sky. The rain pattered against the glass, casting a soothing melody that seemed to calm my racing thoughts. Rachel's office was cozy, with warm beige walls and plush furniture that made me feel like I was sitting in a friend's living room.Rachel herself was a warm and welcoming presence, with a kind face and a gentle smile. She leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine. "So, Sarah, tell me what's going on. What brings you here today?"I took a deep breath, trying to summarize the situation. "It's just...my marriage has been over for a long time," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to continue the marriage, and I think it's time to make it official."Rachel nodded sympathetically, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. That can't have been an easy decision to make."I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "
Sarah's Point of view:As I walked into the house, the aroma of Emily's cooking enveloped me, immediately lifting my spirits. I had just returned from the café, where I had run into Ethan, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope that I hadn't felt in a long time."Hey, Em!" I called out, dropping my bag onto the floor. "Something smells amazing in here!"Emily poked her head out of the kitchen, a flour-dusted apron wrapped around her waist. "Hey, girl! I'm making your favorite. How was your day?"I slid onto a stool at the counter, taking a deep breath as I tried to process everything that had happened. "It was...interesting," I said finally. "I had my lawyer appointment this morning, and then I ran into Ethan at the café."Emily's eyes widened. "Ethan? As in, the guy from the accident?”I nodded, feeling a flutter in my chest. "The same one. We talked for a bit, and...I don't know, Em. There's just something about him that makes me feel seen, you know?"Emily smiled knowingly