Here is the next chapter!
I wanted to upload this today because it will take me a little to write the next one, because of school and all.
Hope you like it, love y'all!
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She ran onto the street and saw two cars that were practically folded into each other. She recognised Jesse's car immediately and started to run.
Obviously she wasn't the only one who noticed the crash. When she got to the cars, people were already there one of them calling an ambulance.
But she didn't care about them. All she cared about was her boyfriend in one of those cars.
She ran up to his car and looked inside.
Jesse was in his seat unconscious. He had a cut on his forehead, but she didn't saw any other injuries.
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! What am I supposed to do? He could die, he could have broken his skull or something.
She was really freaking out.
She had to make sure he was okay (well as much okay as it was possible at that moment) so she opened the car door and put her hands around his face.
"Jesse? Do you hear me?" She was nearly whispering. She searched for his heartbeat with her ear and it was still there but it sounded slower and weaker.
She started to panic, she started to shake him but he didn't wake up.
She felt someone pulling her away. She tried to stay by his side but they were stronger.
"Let go of me! I need to stay by his side! Let me go!" she was screaming and now she noticed she was crying.
"Calm down miss! We are trying to help him!" the paramedic said who had pulled her away from Jesse.
She saw how they lifted him out of the car and carried him to the ambulance.
She moved to get in after him but a paramedic stopped her. "Only close family."
"I'm his wife." She said without hesitation.
She got inside the ambulance and held Jesse's hand the whole way to the hospital.
When they got there everyone was in a hurry. They rolled him away and she tried to follow them but was stopped by a nurse.
"I'm sorry sweetie but you can't go in there. I think he goes straight into surgery. Do you know anyone else we need to call?"
"His parents are on vacation in Europe. I don't know how to call them at the moment."
"It's okay. Just sit down here, I will tell you if there are any news."
So she sat down in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs. She sat there for hours with her tears still streaming down her face but she didn't move. She didn't go to the bathroom or got something to drink.
She was nearly falling asleep as a doctor approached her. "Are you Mrs Swanson?"
"Yes I am… kind of. How is he?"
"I'm so sorry. We did everything we could but it wasn't enough."
She felt how new tears started to form.
"So… you mean… he is… dead?"
"I'm sorry."
It felt like all life that was left in her disappeared. It was gone just like him. Not until then she rally understood: He was gone.
He would never hug her again, he would never kiss her again and he would never tell her that he loved her again.
She would never see this grin of him again, she would never hear him sing again and she would never watch a movie with him again and hear his comments about it or see how he mouthed the words during the dialogues.
She just broke down crying. It was too much to take.
Beca felt the tears streaming down her face all over again.
It was a lot to relive this whole situation so detailed again.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry Beca!" Amy exclaimed and stood up to hug her, soon all them were in a group hug.
And for the first time in a year Beca felt save and secure.
