Woody's POV
Note: continuation of "Memories of rain"
She had lost consciousness by the time I had got her in the car, her eyes had rolled back into her head, vomit covered my shirt sleeve and strung out in her chocolate colored hair, her skin was sallow, milky white.
"Hang on Jordan, were going to get you to the hospital okay, can you talk to me?" she made a small noise, that was a good sign right? Rain trampled the windshield in sheets, I fumbled with my cell phone, tried to Garret, no answer. "Damn it!" I screamed in sheer frustration throwing the phone across my dashboard. As I pulled into the hospital, I threw the car into park, and grabbed onto Jordan, dragging her across the passenger side, when I lifted her she felt so pliable in my hands, I ran to emergency, sliding threw the automatic double doors. I tripped, but regained myself quickly
"Please!" I yelled tears spilling down my cheeks "She needs a doctor!" a short, redheaded nurse came and took her from me, I tried to fallow her past the yellow line but another nurse held me back "No, no I have to go with her, I have to... I have too..." I tried to struggle from her, but I felt too weak. I allowed my voice to trail off as a feeling of cold dripped down my spine; I slid down to the floor in exhaustion. "Sir, Sir you have to come with me, I need you to fill out some paper work." I fallowed the young flaxen haired nurse to lead me to the waiting room, it was cheap, the furniture, the blinding lights, the three month old magazines. "Sit here" she said softly, "Now what's her name?" "Jordan Cavanaugh" "Okay, how old is she?" "Thirty three, I think, I can't remember" I rubbed that little flap of skin in between my eyebrows, willing the nausea I felt down to the pit of my stomach. "Does she take in medication or is she allergic?" "Uh, I have no idea, I'm not sure... I have to go to here... please." "Sir, first we have to stabilize her. Did she take anything, any drugs, alcohol?"
"She took my Prozac, she was at my house, I fell asleep. I think she tried to kill herself. She's going to be okay... right?" she refused to look me in my eyes "Sir, I have a feeling your girlfriend is going to be fine." I knew by the lame lackluster sound in her dull voice, it wasn't true.
"Garret? Garret, she tried to kill herself, she was so, weak" I finished so dully I could barely hear myself. "Wait there, I'm coming down, Woody don't move." His voice sounded so panicked, I couldn't escape the thought that this was my fault; all of it was my fault. Breath left my body as I finally relaxed a little, there was really nothing more I could do for her was there.
Garret Macy's POV
Jordan, killing herself, that wasn't a far stretch she had tried it before. But there was something in the way Woody spoke that told me she wasn't going to be okay, she was like a kid sister to me. I drove down the interstate weaving threw traffic at a exorbitant speed, as if it could alone bring her to me, where I could protect her. I called Peter, he was working, he told me he'd try to notify, Nigel, Bug and Lily, while I called the bar, no answer... where could max be? I called the house... disconnected. I suddenly, pulled the car over for reasons unbeknownst to me. Tears fell down my cheeks, I slammed my fists against the steering wheel. "Damn it Jordan, why'd you have to hurt yourself like this? Why do you feel like you have something to prove?" I sighed and looked out at Boston memorial. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to pull into the parking lot, cause if I went in, I feared I wouldn't be able to come out.
Note: continuation of "Memories of rain"
She had lost consciousness by the time I had got her in the car, her eyes had rolled back into her head, vomit covered my shirt sleeve and strung out in her chocolate colored hair, her skin was sallow, milky white.
"Hang on Jordan, were going to get you to the hospital okay, can you talk to me?" she made a small noise, that was a good sign right? Rain trampled the windshield in sheets, I fumbled with my cell phone, tried to Garret, no answer. "Damn it!" I screamed in sheer frustration throwing the phone across my dashboard. As I pulled into the hospital, I threw the car into park, and grabbed onto Jordan, dragging her across the passenger side, when I lifted her she felt so pliable in my hands, I ran to emergency, sliding threw the automatic double doors. I tripped, but regained myself quickly
"Please!" I yelled tears spilling down my cheeks "She needs a doctor!" a short, redheaded nurse came and took her from me, I tried to fallow her past the yellow line but another nurse held me back "No, no I have to go with her, I have to... I have too..." I tried to struggle from her, but I felt too weak. I allowed my voice to trail off as a feeling of cold dripped down my spine; I slid down to the floor in exhaustion. "Sir, Sir you have to come with me, I need you to fill out some paper work." I fallowed the young flaxen haired nurse to lead me to the waiting room, it was cheap, the furniture, the blinding lights, the three month old magazines. "Sit here" she said softly, "Now what's her name?" "Jordan Cavanaugh" "Okay, how old is she?" "Thirty three, I think, I can't remember" I rubbed that little flap of skin in between my eyebrows, willing the nausea I felt down to the pit of my stomach. "Does she take in medication or is she allergic?" "Uh, I have no idea, I'm not sure... I have to go to here... please." "Sir, first we have to stabilize her. Did she take anything, any drugs, alcohol?"
"She took my Prozac, she was at my house, I fell asleep. I think she tried to kill herself. She's going to be okay... right?" she refused to look me in my eyes "Sir, I have a feeling your girlfriend is going to be fine." I knew by the lame lackluster sound in her dull voice, it wasn't true.
"Garret? Garret, she tried to kill herself, she was so, weak" I finished so dully I could barely hear myself. "Wait there, I'm coming down, Woody don't move." His voice sounded so panicked, I couldn't escape the thought that this was my fault; all of it was my fault. Breath left my body as I finally relaxed a little, there was really nothing more I could do for her was there.
Garret Macy's POV
Jordan, killing herself, that wasn't a far stretch she had tried it before. But there was something in the way Woody spoke that told me she wasn't going to be okay, she was like a kid sister to me. I drove down the interstate weaving threw traffic at a exorbitant speed, as if it could alone bring her to me, where I could protect her. I called Peter, he was working, he told me he'd try to notify, Nigel, Bug and Lily, while I called the bar, no answer... where could max be? I called the house... disconnected. I suddenly, pulled the car over for reasons unbeknownst to me. Tears fell down my cheeks, I slammed my fists against the steering wheel. "Damn it Jordan, why'd you have to hurt yourself like this? Why do you feel like you have something to prove?" I sighed and looked out at Boston memorial. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to pull into the parking lot, cause if I went in, I feared I wouldn't be able to come out.