"Look, I know the wedding rehearsal is in two hours, but I really have to do this. I'll be there. Bye now."

Haven ignores her brother's further comments and hangs up the phone swinging it away from her to the passenger's seat. Her hands were pressed hard on the burning steering wheel. Doubt entered her mind. Why was she here? What was she hoping to find? The phone vibrates in the seat next to her once again. Her fingers are hesitant, but instead of reaching for the phone she reaches for the clutch. She puts the car in drive and continues down the long alley. She drifted her gaze towards the mirror. Why would she ever go to the wedding planning, dressed like a slob? Jeans, a black t-shirt. Her think black hair was restrained by a black ponytail. She looks back down at the road and sighs. They're going to thinks she doesn't care.

Light reflects itself around the car. Bouncing off of broken glass and windows. She squints at the beaming light carefully reaching for her shades as she drives. Without realizing she slams on the breaks. She attempts to hold her head back hoping to keep it from slamming on the steering wheel. The silhouette of a man waddles in front of her car. She pulls her shades off hoping she would see things clearer. Her eyes took merely seconds to adjust to the light change. It was then that she noticed a man whose face was partly covered in fresh blood. Small waves of cold chills run through her nerves. Realizing it was real and without thinking it through she springs out of the car in order to help him. She wraps his hands around him as he collapses to the ground.

"Are you alright?" She asks.

He nodded sitting back on the car's bumper. She ran back to the car in order to get a tissue. Her hands were unsteady as she rummaged through her purse. Everything fell on the ground. Urgency replaced the fright in her nerves. That was until, her fingertips found the smooth tissue. She ignored the mess and ran back to him.

"Of course you're not alright, here let me help you." She said pressing the tissue to his head.

"Ah!" He cried, causing Haven to retreat her hand.

"Here, I need to take you to the hospital." She added running towards the driver's seat.

She swung the door open and cleared everything. Choosing to ignore that she had five missed calls from her brother. Her feet seemed to guide her back to the bleeding man. His hand found itself around her shoulders in order to help him walk. They both stumbled back into the car. Haven reached over him to adjust his seatbelt. As soon as she closed the door she ran back to the driver's seat. The keys were already in the ignition. With a quick flick of her wrist the engine began to roar. She switched the car from parking to drive. Quick shots of alert flashed through her hands as she pulled out from the alley.

"Oh, no. You can't fall asleep. You might get a concussion. Talk to me, what's your name?"

She spoke to him without taking her eyes from the road. Her eyes trailed from the windshield to the rearview mirror. She took small glances at the man sitting next to her. His hair was a deep chestnut color with sideburns that reached past his ears; partly was made darker by the scarlet blood. He tried hard to keep his eyes open. The blood scurried from above his ear to his gray polo shirt. He leaned his head back and took deep short breaths.

"It's Toby" he paused.

"Toby Turner."

"Okay, Toby what do you do?" She asked.

The question made him chuckle. He looked at her and smiled. His teeth were brilliantly white. Placed one after the other keeping them very straight. Eyebrows hierarch in certain places, but they were carefully trimmed. Light traces of facial hair adorned his face. All together it was a perfect combination to match his light coffee eyes. Half of his curly hair was now straight by the act of the crimson blood as it swept down his neck.

"I work for Youtube."

He leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. Her eyes were kept on the road. Shifting back and forth through the mirrors. She slowly reached towards the air conditioning to turn it down. In a glimpse she noticed he had begun to doze off. She wrapped her fingers around his leather jacket and shook him vigorously. The motion snapped him back to consciousness.

"You can't fall asleep, talk to me. About anything, how's Youtube?"

"I…"

He hesitated.

"I don't know what happened?" He wheezed.

"Oh, no. You don't have to tell me what happened if it's painful. Tell me about anything else. Name the states from the license plates of the cars around us." She blurted a command.

"Nevada"

"Kentucky"

"California"

Toby paused looking carefully out the window.

"He's gone; I couldn't do anything to help him."

The words that came out of his mouth seemed to pain him. His voice was shaky and broken. It felt like the weight of the world fell on her shoulders as he spoke. She glanced over to him once again and noticed that he had dozed off yet again.

"Toby, look at me. Okay. Focus on me, don't fall asleep."

Her words adopted a harsher tone as she shook him. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times before focusing on Haven. His eyes took some time to dilate and adjust to the beaming light. Her eyes flickered from the cars, to the clock, to him.

"Your eyes are beautiful." He spoke.

"What?" She blinked.

"Yes, I don't think I've seen that much concern reflected in someone's eyes other than my mother's. It was comforting. Almost healing."

She looked away feeling conscious of her eyes. What did he mean? Her eyes were just a boring brown. Even then a smile escaped her lips. He noticed as the grin formed around the corners of her lips causing him satisfaction. The phone vibrated one more time. This time she forced herself to pick it up.

"What?" She hissed.

Haven placed the earphones in and pretended to listen to her brother's fiancée. She went on and on about the wedding preparations, and how she needed to be there to help her form her vows. She rolled her eyes countless times. As she listened, she grew more and more irritated.

"Look. I'm driving my friend Toby to the hospital. I'll be at the wedding place as soon as I can."

His eyes widened at her message. She took the phone and hung up once again. Her eyes met Toby's as she flung her phone back to the driver's seat. She turned back and slammed on the brakes of the car as a red car cut her off. Toby reached his hands in front of him to keep him from hitting the glove compartment.

"You fucking idiot, learn to drive." She hissed turning on her turn signal.

She looked around in order to turn to the other lane. Haven smiled at the sight of the hospital's entrance. The bright blue letters read St. John's Hospital. Toby's eyes hadn't left Haven since she finished talking on the phone.

"You're getting married?" He asked.

"No, my younger brother is getting married. I'm helping his wife with her wedding stuff, and she's becoming a handful." She sighed.

"You can do it. She's lucky to have you helping her."

He leaned back in relief. She smiled at him as she pulled into the parking lot.

"Help me, somebody!" She screamed putting the car into parking and bolting out of the driver's seat.

She witnessed as three nurses ran out. Two of them rushed to the passenger's seat, the other one trailed behind with a wheel chair. It took minutes to transfer him from the car to the wheelchair to the inside of the hospital. She ran behind the nurses. Feeling revitalized by the welcoming air conditioning. Haven never liked hospitals, but she had to accept the fact that she had practically spent her whole life in a hospital.

She trailed quickly behind the nurses. Until one pulled her back. Fright bleed through her body as they saw them take him away in gurney. Tears began to roll behind her eyes as the picture of her mother getting taken away like that returned to her. She was only ten when it happened. And the atmosphere was all the same.

She shook the image from her head and approached the main desk. A fat woman wearing a blue nurse's suit turned to her. She picked at her long acrylic pink nails waving them in front of the light as she picked up the phone. She moved her dark hair out of the way and turned away from Haven.

"What can I do for you, sweet cheeks?"

The woman spoke in a stereotypical cowboy accent. She wrapped and unwrapped her fingers in the locks of her hair. She smiled into the phone glancing up at Haven just to shoot her an annoyed look. Haven's fingers wrapped into her hand turning them into a fist.

"No, I can talk." The receptionist spoke into the phone.

"Excuse me" Haven coughed.

"You're excused." She uttered.

"I have to leave, but please contact me when there's any news on Toby Turner."

Haven took a sharpie from the receptionist's desk and wrote her number down.

"Whatever." She sighed taking the paper from her.

Haven smiled at her and walked out of the hospital. Her fingers were in her mouth as she bit her nails. She pulled the door of her car open. She turned the keys in order to make the car start. As she pulled out from the hospital she couldn't help herself from looking back at it. Her eyes drifted around the car looking for her phone as it vibrated.

"Ugh, I'm coming." She sighed slamming her foot on the gas pedal.