Crash Chapter 7

"Drive In, Drive Out"

About An Hour Later

Jill's POV

I'm laying down on the couch, getting absolutely no rest whatsoever, when my cell phone begins vibrating like crazy. That snaps me out of my daze, and I jump up when I remember that it could be Dr. Weiss calling to tell me when Randy's surgery will be.

'Hello' I answer quickly.

'This is Dr. Weiss. I just finished speaking with Dr. Mueller. The first available time for your son's surgery is at 9:00 tomorrow morning. Something else ocurred to me after I spoke with you. If you and your husband wanted to come down to the morgue and sit with Randy, that would be alright' Dr. Weiss says.

'Uh...Yes, I think that Tim and I would like to do that. Is there a certain time we should be there by?' I ask.

'No, I'll be here all night tonight. Just knock on the doors, and tell the security guard that you came to see me. He should let you in' Dr. Weiss instructs.

'Okay. We'll be there as soon as possible' I say, then hang up.

'Tim!' I shout on my way upstairs.

'What?' he shouts back.

'I just got a call from Dr. Weiss. He said that Randy's surgery will be at nine tomorrow morning. He also said that if we wanted to, we could go back to the morgue and sit with Randy' I say. Within milliseconds, Tim is sitting up and searching for his socks and shoes.

'I'll call Mark, Brad, and Lauren on the way over' I say more or less to myself.

'Should we pick up Lauren on the way over?' Tim asks.

'I don't see why not if she wants us to' I say, putting on my own socks and tennis shoes now.

'I'll go ahead and call her' I say on the way downstairs.

'Hello' Lauren answers.

'Lauren, it's Jill. Dr. Weiss just called here a couple of minutes ago. He said Randy's surgery will be tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. But, Dr. Weiss also said that Tim and I could go to the morgue and sit with Randy. Would you like to join us?' I say before Lauren gets the chance to say anything else.

'Yes. What time will you be here?' she asks.

'In about twenty minutes' I estimate.

'I'll be outside waiting' Lauren says.

After I hang up, I dial Brad's number. (By this time Tim and I are on the road).

'What is it?' Brad asks immediately. He must have recognized my number.

'Randy's surgery is going to be at nine o'clock tomorrow morning' I say.

'Where at?' he asks.

'Detroit Memorial' I respond.

'I'll get ready to head to Detroit after I get off the phone' Brad says.

'Okay. Do you know where the medical examiner's office is at? Your father and I will be there, sitting with Randy' I ask.

'No, I don't' Brad answers.

'Just go to Detroit Memorial's ER entrance, and go south for about five miles' I explain.

'Okay. I'll be there around eleven thirty or midnight' he says.

'Alright. There'll be someone there to let you in' I say, then start to hang up.

'What about Mark? Is he driving in from Cleveland?' Brad asks.

'I haven't talked with him yet. I'm sure he will try to drive in in time for the surgery' I say.

'See you later' he says.

'Okay' I say.

Lastly I dial Mark's number.

'Hello' he answers.

'Hi Mark, it's mom. Did you get my message about Randy earlier?' I ask.

'Yeah, did you find something out?' he asks.

'Randy's surgery will be tomorrow morning at nine' I tell him.

'I'll be there. I don't know when or how, but I'll be there' Mark says. I can tell from the tone of his voice that come hell or high water that that kid is going to be here by nine tomorrow morning.

'If you get here before seven, then just go to the morgue. Your father and I will be there, sitting with Randy. Brad will probably be there too' I say.

'I'm on my way' he says.

By the time I finish talking with Mark, Tim has pulled up to Lauren's apartment building. She comes jogging towards the car, and gets in the backseat. Then we're off to the morgue for the third time today.

A/N: I'll post the next chapter tomorrow, and it will mainly feature the surgery, but will also have a couple other things in there. It's going to skip ahead to right before the surgery.

I need to think Baxxie for giving me the idea for this chapter.

And if things got somewhat repetitive in this chapter, sorry. I tried to mix things up as much as possible.

Please R&R if you want to know how the surgery goes.

Thanks for reading.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor