This chapter is pretty short, so I'll try to get the next one up soon…if I get some reviews!
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One way or another, Lizzie made it through the next three days. Final exams in microbiology, anatomy, and calculus kept her from spending too much time worrying about Ethan, and by the time she walked out of her last exam on Thursday afternoon, her brain was so overloaded with information, all she wanted to think about was a nap.
As she trudged home in the falling snow, Lizzie wondered how much snow it would take to close the airport. Her flight was late tomorrow morning; she hoped it wouldn't be cancelled. With all that had happened the past week, going home would help her work things out. At the same time though, she questioned how easy it was going to be. She might be better off stay in Colorado and dealing with everything from a distance. Lizzie shook her head; she'd feel better seeing her family and Gordo and Miranda.
When she reached her apartment, she found Brenna half asleep on the couch with the news on low volume.
"How was your calc final?" Brenna asked as she sat up on the couch and stretched.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I did alright, but if I never see another differential equation in my life, I don't think I'll be too disappointed. I'm just glad it's all over. All I want right now-" Lizzie stopped mid-thought when she heard the name Ethan Craft. All I want right now is to not have to think about this whole accident thing anymore, Lizzie thought to herself.
"Turn that up." She told Brenna, who grabbed the remote. Both girls stared at the TV in silence.
"…that took the life of Ellie Hart Monday morning has claimed another life. Twenty-year-old Ethan Craft died early this morning due to complications stemmed from internal bleeding."
The news anchor continued talking about Ethan, but Lizzie blocked it out. She could feel Brenna staring at her as she kept her eyes fixed on the TV. The phone rang, breaking through her thoughts, and Lizzie automatically reached for it, her eyes not straying from the TV screen.
"Lizzie?" Gordo's voice echoed through her head.
"Yeah." She responded, know if she said more than that, she would break down.
"We just heard." Miranda's voice trembled; she sounded just like Lizzie felt.
"I don't know what to do…" she told her friends.
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