She didn't remember anything.
She knew she was sitting in a hospital bed, she knew what a hospital was, she just didn't remember anything. She could hear the loud beeping of the machine next to her, measuring her heart rate.
She could see the cuts and scrapes on her arms; she could feel slight pressure on her head and when she reached up, she felt there was a bandage there. Then suddenly, as if touching her head helped her, she remembered what had happened.
They had been driving, just her mother and her in the car. There was ice on the road, and they had been arguing over the radio station. Mom had wanted Christian rock, and she had just wanted a mellow rock station. Then suddenly when Clare heard screeching, they looked outside the windows to see a truck spiraling toward them. She remembered seeing a little seven-year old in the car, crying.
The truck had slammed into them with such force it was almost superhuman. Clare remembered getting out of the car, through the windshield, and onto the ground. She remembered looking down and instead of seeing her right leg, she saw a mangled bloody mess. Then, struggling to swallow the bile that rose in her throat from seeing her leg, she looked to her side and saw the child's decapitated head right next her.
That's when Clare started throwing. She noticed with distaste as the sickening fluid went everywhere, but she tried to stop it from the little girls sleeping face.
That was when Clare fainted.
Now she was in the hospital bed, pondering over what had happened. She automatically lifted the blanket, to check her right leg, instead, she saw her left leg and a stub, the stub stopped mid-thigh.
No, she thought. This can't be happening. I'm just dreaming, I never went in the car, I'm at home dreaming.
She closed her eyes tightly and opened them seconds later. When she did not see the comforting scenery of her room, she started screaming. No. No no no.
She immediately saw doctors and nurses run into the room. Good. They can make this nightmare go away. "Where is my leg?" she screamed. She didn't mean to scream, but that was all she could manage at the moment.
She feel something sharp enter her arm, and with a parting thought, she saw the little girls blank eyes as she stared back at Clare.
…..
He hated himself
Good boyfriends were ones who would be in the hospital room, waiting for their girlfriend to wake up, but he couldn't bring himself to it.
He knew that a good boyfriend would force his way through the nurses, the run into Clare's room and kiss her with such ferocity that she would wake up, and find herself suddenly healed. He knew that he should yell at the nurses with such passion for Clare, that Clare would wake up and call for him, and the nurses and doctors transfixed at this young love, would let him in.
But, no.
He couldn't bear to see Clare sitting there, all pale and lifeless seeming.
When he'd gotten the call, he had been asleep. He had reached for the phone sourly to hear Clare's father sobbing on the other side "They got into a car wreck! They're at the hospital!"
He had woke up suddenly and felt as if his insides were burning. Not again. Julia had died by a car accident, but it didn't hurt this bad.
He had absentmindedly thrown on pajama pants and dialed Adams number numbly. "What Eli?" Adam's voice had annoyance in it, and this brought Eli to the surface. He had let out a dry sob. Adam immediately apologized and Eli told him through tears that Clare was in the hospital.
He ran past his parents, and when they asked what was wrong, he simply said "Clare. Car accident." And they understood. Focusing on stringing together sentences was not on Eli's mind right then. He had shakily gotten into Morty and cautiously driven himself there.
And here he was. Adam was right next to him, his big blue eyes staring off into the distance sadly. His breathing was ragged, matching Eli's.
Then, out of nowhere there was a bloodcurdling scream. He shot out of his chair, as he recognized the scream as Clare's. The screamed had sounded like and animal being tortured, like a child getting sliced into pieces, the kind of scream you would expect in horror films.
He then heard Clare distinctly scream "Where is my leg?"
Her leg? Holy mother of Christ, her leg.
A doctor walked out of the room, Eli caught up with him and put his hand on the doctors shoulder. "What happened?" he said softly, not wanting to really form the words.
"Son, we had to amputate her right leg."
The words cut through Eli. He widens is eyes and takes his hand off the doctors shoulder. He stands there, not accepting it. It couldn't be his Clare.
Right by him, he can hear Adam crying loudly. He suddenly feels tears streaming down his face. He walks over to his chair and sits down. With that, he lets himself slip away.
…..
Adam had been on top of Fiona, his hands roaming her body. He had his tongue shoved into the bowels of her mouth when he got the call. He pulled away and groaned to look at his phone. When he saw the caller ID say Eli, he clicked the button forcefully and answered in an annoyed voice.
He was pissed. He finally was making out with Fiona and he was totally getting turned on when he had to get interrupted. All of his anger melted away when he heard Eli sob. He quickly apologized, and when Adam found out about Clare, he shakily told her in a voice that did not sound like his own, say goodbye to Fiona.
He walked absently to the hospital and when he saw Eli, he felt even more horrible.
How hard was this for Eli?
He sat down next to him and stared blankly at the ground. What happened? Is she okay? Is her mom okay? What caused this?
He heard a tortured scream and he heard Clare's voice yell "Where is my leg?" and he closed his eyes.
He didn't need to know more, he knew what happened. Clare was now an amputee.
Apparently Eli didn't understand though. When Adam heard the words spoken aloud, he just let it go.
My first story, this will have more chapter soon, hope you like it.