Hey guys! sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. I started it like 2 weeks ago, and then school started up and I had loads of homework, but I'm back now. And I am now working on Chapter 15. So post reviews and make me happy. See yall in the next chapter! Enjoy!
The hospital was cold with its sterile white walls and floors. Amy sat staring at the tiles on the floor, not really focusing on them. She was thinking of that cold day. The day when the only person in the world that understood her was the only one that could comfort her. She remembered later that day when she and her mom had come home, she had gone straight to her room, leaving Amy to fend for herself. She had heard the cries coming from inside the room; ones she heard every night. She hadn't bothered to ask her mom if she could go to Greg's. Her mother probably wouldn't even know she was gone; and she didn't. Not even when Amy didn't come home that night because she had fallen asleep on Greg's bed watching him experiment with his chemistry set.
She remembered that her mother was never the same after that. She didn't smile at all; she didn't cook much, either. Her eyes lost their shine, like all the life had been sucked out of her to the policeman on the other side of the phone the night they had found out about his accident.
She and Greg were what everyone called 'High School Sweethearts' even though everyone knew that they weren't dating. They were always close. But they had never gotten together. Amy thought about it more and more often after she got together with Luke. She found herself wondering why she hadn't chosen him. She knew that she could do better. She just didn't do anything about it, and one day she felt it was too late. So as she sat in the cold, plastic chair with nothing to look at but the white, sterile floor, she started to think that she might not be able to get a chance to tell him all of this. It was true that they did date once, but everyone knew that it had ended with both of them regretting it. That is when she had moved. Not to get away from him, but to get away from the memories of him. She moved to Henderson hoping to never see him again, and yet every moment she was with Luke, she wished even more she was with Greg.
She saw a doctor come around the corner and she stopped him. "Are you the doctor treating Greg Sanders?"
"Yes, I am. I was just coming to get you. Will you please follow me?" He turned around and led her down the hallway, his shoes making the slightest sound as they hit the floor. They went through a pair of double doors and the tile turned into carpet. They turned the corner again and he made a left into a nicely decorated office: a big wood desk with a metal name plate that pronounced 'Dr. Steven Burkley', and five or six pictures turned toward the big black leather chair behind the desk.
He sat down and motioned for her to sit in the little chair on the opposite side of the desk. He watched her sit down with his hands folded in front of him, waiting for her to get situated. "Now, let me just tell you first off that Mr. Sanders is going to be just fine," she felt her face relax as she waited for him to continue. "He was injected with the most unusual drug. It's called Tranxene. It's a drug that is subscribed to people with anxiety issues. If you take too much, you could start to get a headache, feel dizzy, and slur your words." Amy was sure that her heart has stopped. That was exactly how Greg had acted just hours ago. Then, it clicked: Luke had been prescribed Tranxene about a year ago for his anxiety. She couldn't believe that this was happening. She didn't even think about it because when Greg had come in, he had smelled like he had been bathed in alcohol. Dr. Burkley was talking again, "…and it probably won't take long for him to recover since he wasn't addicted to the drug. They reason I say it was unusual is because normally this drug is taken as a pill. But we have had cases that someone has smashed up too many because they wanted to get high and it didn't turn out like they had hoped."
She didn't feel very safe at the moment, and she didn't think Greg was very safe, either, "When can I see him?"
He looked a little surprised and then he said, "Right now if you want. When I was in there last, he was awake. You don't have any questions?"
"No. I think I've got it." He nodded and got up from his chair and motioned for her to follow him. Once again they made their way back down the carpeted hallway, taking a turn and walking back onto the tile. He led her past the waiting room area through another set of doors where he stopped at door number 159.