She places the necklace on the bar, curled around her untouched Martini glass. Two emotional crutches she was officially leaving behind her. She leaves some money there too as she gets up slowly, and makes her way out to the car. It doesn't occur to her that perhaps she shouldn't be driving, all she can think about is getting home to Sandy.
She gets into the driver's seat, and starts the engine. She drives for a couple of minutes, but she can't wait any longer; she needs to speak to Sandy now. She needs him to know... She gets her phone out of her bag, and scrolls down to 'home' on her address book. She can feel her eyes burning, and there's a lump in her throat. Her stomach hurts too, and her heart; that's nothing new though, she's been feeling like that all year; that's what she's been trying to drown with alcohol.
She stares at the number for a second, but then changes her mind. She doesn't want Seth, or Ryan to hear her like this. She scrolls down to Sandy instead. He answers straight-away. "Hey. Where are you?" "I'm sorry." She tells him through the tears that fall as soon as she hears his voice.
"Oh, honey, it was my fault. You were trying to tell me something, I... I wasn't listening. Just tell me where you are, and I'll come and pick you up."
"I'm coming home... I thought I was losing you."
"Oh, that's never gonna happen."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Now pull over, and I'll come get you."
She drops the phone. She can still hear Sandy's voice on the other end, calling her name as she leans down to get it. The van narrowly misses her, blaring it's horn as it speeds past. She sees the truck headed straight for her. There's no time to move out of the way. It gets closer and closer. She hopes Sandy knows she'd never truly want anyone else. The world goes black.
She can hear voices. She doesn't know where she is, or why she aches all over. She tries to open her eyes. The light is too bright so she shuts them again. She can feel someone next to her. Holding her hand. She turns her head and opens her eyes again.
"Honey thank God you're awake. You had us so worried." The doctors, and nurses surround her, and he lets go of her hand to let them get to her. As soon as they move away though he's back. He grabs hold of her hand again. She wonders if she should pull her hand away. She would if she wasn't so tired, and besides she really is in a lot of pain, and she doesn't know where she is, or what's going on. All she really knows is that the pressure on her hand is oddly comforting.
"What happened?" She asks the room in general. The man next to her answers.
"You were in a car crash. You were very lucky. You've got a sprained wrist, and a broken rib. You also had a nasty bump to the head." She nods as she takes that all in.
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Sure." He laughs.
"Who are you?"