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Chapter 7
Placing the phone down. The normally composed teen didn't know what to do first. With eyes burning. Fear trembling him. Nothing could have prepared him for it. "So did you get through?" Kiki's concerned voice filled the kitchen. All of the mews and Wesley watched closely.
"I have to leave." He stated.
"Why what is going on…. Elliot!" the girls shouted after him as he ran out of the café and headed towards his car.
It didn't't take him long to reach the hospital screeching his car into the closest parking space. The red convertible couldn't open the doors fast enough for the teen. The vehicle's door and locks couldn't even close fast enough. Leaving the teenagers temper to rise up within him. Which led to a sprint taking over his usual composed manner of walking. Running to reception he was grateful when he noticed Sam's father heading towards the wards. Speed walking through the reception and corridors in a failing attempt to keep up with the father of his lover. After finally reaching just mere steps away from him. He was noticed.
"Elliot…" a female voice spoke. Turning his attention to the direction of the voice. Elliot saw Sam's mother approach him and fling her arms around him. "I'm so sorry we did not tell you sooner." she apologised. Then led Elliot into the room. Upon entering the private room Elliot winced. As he saw the many tubes and wires attached to the girl he loved more than life. With the steady beeping of the heart monitor as a cruel lullaby. Slowly approaching her side. The harsh bright light made her poppy bruises more vibrant upon her snow white pale skin. "What happened?" Elliot asked as he gently held her bandaged hand.
"She was crossing the road out side of the house when some idiot speeding h…h…h…hit her." Sam's mother began to cry.
"We'll leave you have a moment." the father stated as he guided his wife out of the room to try and calm her down.
Carefully and gently he sat at her side upon the hospital bed. Staring at her face trying to remember her smile but his attention kept being drawn to the bruises, cuts and wires that seemed to cover her. Like bandages would a mummy. The only piece of hope that Elliot could gather was from the factor that she was breathing un aided.