Chapter Three:
"Hello?" Cory said, trying to mask the fear in his voice.
"Hello? Is this Mr. Mathews?" said a voice which Cory did not recognize.
"Y..Yes" he stuttered.
"My name is Frank Sommer. I'm with the Miami Police Department. We think your wife may have been involved in the accident on the highway earlier. Have you heard about it?"
"Yes…what do you mean "think"?"
"Well, the car was badly damaged. What little identification we could recover pointed towards your wife. Look sir, I think you should come down to Miami General right now."
"Is she alive?"
"Yes, but she's in a deep coma. She actually came through the accident fairly well besides that. Just a broken leg and some cuts, scrapes, and bruises."
"Is she going to be all right?"
"I think I'll let the doctors tell you that. Me, I'm just a cop…Well, I'm sorry. Please, hurry to the hospital. I'll be waiting here to get some information."
Cory hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. He glanced down at his hand and realized that he was trembling. He sat there in shock for a moment, while his brain tried to process what he had just heard. It must be some mistake! It can't be. He jotted down a note to Topanga on the counter for when she got home, since this was obviously a huge mistake. It couldn't happen. It couldn't.
He jumped in the car and fought through traffic to the hospital. He parked the car, turned it off, and started to get out, until he was overtaken by weeping and had to stop. What if? He walked through the parking lot, glancing up at the sky where rain clouds were starting to move in. In the lobby, stood a cop and a doctor, talking. Cory's heart began to pound as he walked towards them.