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A/N: This chapter is a flashback to how Seth died. Also, the answer to why it's called "Eternal Valentine" will be in upcoming chapters...stay tuned!
Chapter 2: How it happened
Summer dialed Seth's cell. Seth had been in New York for a business trip and his flight was supposed to get in 20 minutes ago.
"Hi honey," Seth answered the phone.
Summer giggled. "How did you know it was me?" His voice still made her heart pound faster.
"Oh, I'm psychic. No, Summer, there is this invention called caller ID," Seth teased.
"So how was your flight? Are you driving home right now?" Summer asked.
"The flight was fine. I think the stewardess liked me. She gave me two bags of pretzels, when everyone else just got one," he answered. "I'm about forty minutes from the house."
"Okay, I just wanted to check up on you. And make sure you had a safe flight. I love you," Summer said.
"Love you too," Seth replied, pressing the "End Call" button.
God, he loved his wife. Ha, his wife. It still sounded funny to Seth's ears. That, and the fact that his wife was none other than the former Summer Roberts. Wow. If you had told Seth in middle school that he would end up marrying Summer Roberts, he would have laughed until he wet his pants. There was no way Seth could've fathomed being married to Summer.
Seth stopped at the stop sign. Sometimes, he even pinched himself, to make sure that his life wasn't a dream. No one was coming from the sides, so he stepped on the gas pedal.
Suddenly, a car appeared out of nowhere. It was easily going 85 miles per hour. Seth urgently stepped on the gas again to get out of the way. But he couldn't.
A loud noise that sounded like a cat dying and metal clanging ensued. Seth's car had been hit on the side. The driver's side.
At first, Seth didn't feel any pain. Wow, he thought, it's my lucky day. I didn't even get hurt.
Then he noticed the blood dripping down his face and the fact that his arm was being twisted in a strange way. Frantically, he tried to free his arm, but had no power to do so. There was something in his side, too. What the hell was stabbing him? A piece of the car door.
Oh, my god. This can't be happening, Seth thought. He spotted his cell phone. Grabbing it, he called 911. After telling them what had happened and where he was, he dialed Summer's number.
"Hello?" Summer answered on the first ring.
"Baby, there's been an accident," Seth managed to say. The pain in his side was excruciating. He could barely think, let alone talk.
"Oh my god! Where are you? Did you call 911?" Summer bombarded him with questions.
Seth was so tired. So, so tired. "I called 911. I love you, Summer," Seth replied weakly, before lapsing into darkness.
When the paramedics got there, they loaded Seth into the ambulance.
He had been conscious for a little while. "Where is the guy that hit me?"
The paramedics looked at each other. "The man and his friend in the car were killed on impact. You're very lucky that you survived a crash like this."
They were glancing nervously at each other.
"Am I going to be okay?" Seth asked.
The female paramedic bit her lip. "Son, you've lost a lot of blood. But we're doing all we can. Just hold on."
Oh my god.
Summer grabbed her keys and sped to the ER. Speeding probably wasn't the smartest move, because there were lots of police cars patrolling the freeway. But Summer was on a mission and if anyone was stupid enough to get in her way, they would suffer the wrath of a rage blackout.
The doctors were working furiously to save Seth. Summer ran into the ER and almost knocked over a frail old lady. Oops.
The receptionist smiled when she saw Summer. "How may I help you?"
"I'm Summer Cohen. My husband Seth was in an accident and he was brought here. Is he okay?"
"Well, he's probably being worked on by the doctors. If you'll please take a seat, I will call you when I have more information."
Summer glared at this lady. How could she be so cheerful when Summer's husband was critically injured!? She faked a smile and walked away. Into the doors that said "ER: Do not enter."
A young nurse stopped Summer. "Excuse me miss, but you can't come back here."
"Watch me," Summer snapped, pushing the nurse out of her way. And there he was. Bloody and not moving. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
She walked over to a doctor who was by Seth's side.
"I'm his wife. Is he going to be okay?"
The doctor smiled grimly at her. "We are doing all that we can. But he's not responding. He lost a lot of blood. I'm sorry."
Seth's eyes fluttered open. The doctors gaped at the man who had been unconscious just seconds before.
"I love you Summer," he said, before falling unconscious for the last time.
"I love you too," Summer replied, a single tear forming in her eye.
"I'm sorry," another doctor said to Summer. "I'm sorry we couldn't save him."
Marissa and Ryan rushed over to the ER as soon as they heard the news that Seth was hurt. Ryan made sure to call Sandy and Kirsten, but he didn't have the heart to tell them that Seth was not responding.
The four huddled in the waiting room. Waiting for Summer and the doctors to come out with the official news. In his heart, Ryan knew that he would never see Seth again. At least not alive.
Two doctors came out, Summer at their heels.
The doctors shook hands with Sandy. "I'm Dr. Johnson," the white-haired one said.
"And I'm Dr. Ritter," the younger one said. "I'm afraid we have some bad news."
But before he could break it to them, Summer blurted out, "He's dead. Seth's dead." And she started screaming hysterically.
Ryan's blue eyes got cloudy. Marissa hugged him.
Kirsten put her arm around Summer. "Shh, everything will be okay."
Sandy turned towards the solemn doctors. "What happened?" he asked in disbelief.
"Car accident. The other driver and his passenger died on impact. Seth is very lucky to have survived at all. I'm so sorry," Dr. Ritter explained.
They were quite a scene, the five of them. Crying like there was no tomorrow. There would be no tomorrow for me, Summer thought. My life is over.
A/N: This chapter is a flashback to how Seth died. Also, the answer to why it's called "Eternal Valentine" will be in upcoming chapters...stay tuned!
Chapter 2: How it happened
Summer dialed Seth's cell. Seth had been in New York for a business trip and his flight was supposed to get in 20 minutes ago.
"Hi honey," Seth answered the phone.
Summer giggled. "How did you know it was me?" His voice still made her heart pound faster.
"Oh, I'm psychic. No, Summer, there is this invention called caller ID," Seth teased.
"So how was your flight? Are you driving home right now?" Summer asked.
"The flight was fine. I think the stewardess liked me. She gave me two bags of pretzels, when everyone else just got one," he answered. "I'm about forty minutes from the house."
"Okay, I just wanted to check up on you. And make sure you had a safe flight. I love you," Summer said.
"Love you too," Seth replied, pressing the "End Call" button.
God, he loved his wife. Ha, his wife. It still sounded funny to Seth's ears. That, and the fact that his wife was none other than the former Summer Roberts. Wow. If you had told Seth in middle school that he would end up marrying Summer Roberts, he would have laughed until he wet his pants. There was no way Seth could've fathomed being married to Summer.
Seth stopped at the stop sign. Sometimes, he even pinched himself, to make sure that his life wasn't a dream. No one was coming from the sides, so he stepped on the gas pedal.
Suddenly, a car appeared out of nowhere. It was easily going 85 miles per hour. Seth urgently stepped on the gas again to get out of the way. But he couldn't.
A loud noise that sounded like a cat dying and metal clanging ensued. Seth's car had been hit on the side. The driver's side.
At first, Seth didn't feel any pain. Wow, he thought, it's my lucky day. I didn't even get hurt.
Then he noticed the blood dripping down his face and the fact that his arm was being twisted in a strange way. Frantically, he tried to free his arm, but had no power to do so. There was something in his side, too. What the hell was stabbing him? A piece of the car door.
Oh, my god. This can't be happening, Seth thought. He spotted his cell phone. Grabbing it, he called 911. After telling them what had happened and where he was, he dialed Summer's number.
"Hello?" Summer answered on the first ring.
"Baby, there's been an accident," Seth managed to say. The pain in his side was excruciating. He could barely think, let alone talk.
"Oh my god! Where are you? Did you call 911?" Summer bombarded him with questions.
Seth was so tired. So, so tired. "I called 911. I love you, Summer," Seth replied weakly, before lapsing into darkness.
When the paramedics got there, they loaded Seth into the ambulance.
He had been conscious for a little while. "Where is the guy that hit me?"
The paramedics looked at each other. "The man and his friend in the car were killed on impact. You're very lucky that you survived a crash like this."
They were glancing nervously at each other.
"Am I going to be okay?" Seth asked.
The female paramedic bit her lip. "Son, you've lost a lot of blood. But we're doing all we can. Just hold on."
Oh my god.
Summer grabbed her keys and sped to the ER. Speeding probably wasn't the smartest move, because there were lots of police cars patrolling the freeway. But Summer was on a mission and if anyone was stupid enough to get in her way, they would suffer the wrath of a rage blackout.
The doctors were working furiously to save Seth. Summer ran into the ER and almost knocked over a frail old lady. Oops.
The receptionist smiled when she saw Summer. "How may I help you?"
"I'm Summer Cohen. My husband Seth was in an accident and he was brought here. Is he okay?"
"Well, he's probably being worked on by the doctors. If you'll please take a seat, I will call you when I have more information."
Summer glared at this lady. How could she be so cheerful when Summer's husband was critically injured!? She faked a smile and walked away. Into the doors that said "ER: Do not enter."
A young nurse stopped Summer. "Excuse me miss, but you can't come back here."
"Watch me," Summer snapped, pushing the nurse out of her way. And there he was. Bloody and not moving. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
She walked over to a doctor who was by Seth's side.
"I'm his wife. Is he going to be okay?"
The doctor smiled grimly at her. "We are doing all that we can. But he's not responding. He lost a lot of blood. I'm sorry."
Seth's eyes fluttered open. The doctors gaped at the man who had been unconscious just seconds before.
"I love you Summer," he said, before falling unconscious for the last time.
"I love you too," Summer replied, a single tear forming in her eye.
"I'm sorry," another doctor said to Summer. "I'm sorry we couldn't save him."
Marissa and Ryan rushed over to the ER as soon as they heard the news that Seth was hurt. Ryan made sure to call Sandy and Kirsten, but he didn't have the heart to tell them that Seth was not responding.
The four huddled in the waiting room. Waiting for Summer and the doctors to come out with the official news. In his heart, Ryan knew that he would never see Seth again. At least not alive.
Two doctors came out, Summer at their heels.
The doctors shook hands with Sandy. "I'm Dr. Johnson," the white-haired one said.
"And I'm Dr. Ritter," the younger one said. "I'm afraid we have some bad news."
But before he could break it to them, Summer blurted out, "He's dead. Seth's dead." And she started screaming hysterically.
Ryan's blue eyes got cloudy. Marissa hugged him.
Kirsten put her arm around Summer. "Shh, everything will be okay."
Sandy turned towards the solemn doctors. "What happened?" he asked in disbelief.
"Car accident. The other driver and his passenger died on impact. Seth is very lucky to have survived at all. I'm so sorry," Dr. Ritter explained.
They were quite a scene, the five of them. Crying like there was no tomorrow. There would be no tomorrow for me, Summer thought. My life is over.