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Author's Note: Hey! I know three updates in one day...you're lucky I have ideas for this story and this chapter's a bit sad...and well surprising but the next chapter is even more drama filled hehe...read and review please!
"Hey!" he said catching up to me and grabbing my arm and turning me around to face him and I looked into the same eyes I looked into this morning.
"Do I know you?" I said, hoping he would think he has the wrong person.
"Haylie, don't tell me you don't remember me," he said, letting go of my arm.
Damn, it didn't work and who would have guessed that he does remember me after 6 years basically.
"Yes, Randy, I remember you but I would choose not to," I sighed.
He frowned. He must have thought that I would still be his best friend after all these years and after what he said about that one night. He didn't know that I heard what he said though and he never got a chance to know because I ignored his calls and his texts and basically acted as if we had never been friends through our entire life.
"Haylie, what's wrong?" he asked as if he was concerned.
I was about to answer him but my cell phone rang and I sighed.
"Hello?" I said as I flipped my phone open.
"Ms. Anderson?" the lady said.
"Yes," I said a little impatiently.
"There's been an accident with Aiden, he was playing outside on the monkey bars and he fell and hit his head against a bar, he's been taken to the hospital," the lady said.
I hung my phone up as I heard what happened to my son and my phone slipped out of my hand and hit the ground.
"Haylie, are you okay? Who was that?" Randy asked.
I didn't answer but I picked my phone up, grabbed my purse, and ran out of the grocery store, leaving my cart where it was. I didn't care about anything at the moment, just my son. I got in my car and drove to the hospital.
I parked then ran into the hospital and up to the front desk.
"Where's my son?" I screamed at the lady who was running the front desk.
"Miss, calm down," she said, trying to calm me down.
"Please tell me where Aiden Keith Orton is, please, I need to see him, he's my son, he's my baby," I said as tears made their way down my face.
The lady looked it up on the computer system and smiled sadly at me.
"He's in room 345 in the ICU," she said softly.
I didn't say anything just ran to the elevator and went to where the ICU was. I went to the room number and saw Randy's dad, Bob standing at the glass looking in on my son. I felt a little relieved when I found out he was there. He was more of a father to me than my own dad was so I made him be one of Aiden's emergency contact numbers.
"Haylie," he said.
"Oh, Bob," I said as he pulled me into a hug.
"He'll be okay, he's in a coma, they said he hit his head pretty hard on the bar," Bob said as he hugged me.
"Can I go in and see him? Will they let me?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Yes, you can go in and see him," Bob said.
I pulled away from him and went into the room to look at my son. He looked so small with all the machines attached to him. I blinked my eyes, allowing more tears to fall down my face. I took his small hand in mine.