I approached Nicole, who was leaning against the side of her silver Porsche, "Can we go, please? I'd love to go find Nick!" she opened the driver side door, got in, buckled her seat belt, and then slammed the door closed, "Let's go!"
I hopped in the passenger side, and told her to head straight. I clicked on the radio, and WMMR was on, "this will do." I turned the volume up a little louder.
"Nicole, turn right…" the wheels spun underneath us, as she turned down the sharp right corner.
"Brianna…"
"Stop
the car." I saw my blue Mini Cooper parked where Nick said he would
be, "I'll be right back." I got out of the car, and gently shut
the door.
"Nick?" I called out for him.
"Over here." His voice came from my left. He was sitting under a large oak tree. "I knew you'd be the one to find me," he smiled.
"You had me scared!" I smacked him.
"Ow! Sorry!" he looked down.
"It's okay," I kissed his cheek, "glad you're alright. Don't you ever do this again!"
"I won't." he stood up, and walked with me to the cars.
"You take mine, I'm going with Nicole."
"Okay see you at home!"
I got back in the Porsche, and Nicole glared me down, "What happened to you?"
"You kissed Nick on the cheek." She pulled onto the highway, Nick behind us, and an idiot next to us.
"Oh please!" I became ill tempered, "I have Joe. Don't be so full of it!"
"I wasn't born yesterday!" she rolled her eyes.
"You're acting like you were."
All of a sudden, the jerk in the rusted red pick-up truck swerved and blamed us for the all-most-accident.
"Hey! Watch it!" Nicole screamed.
Horns filled the stale second of silence, and then the SUV slammed into Nicole's side of the car. It made us spin out of control, onto the other side of the highway, that's were my side of the car was crushed by a RV. The crunching sound of the car made me flinch, but the blood made me nauseous.
Nicole's side was punctured by a shard of glass from the windshield. Her face was also cut up really bad; from what I could see her left cheek had a serious cut on it. My head nailed the glove compartment and it bled instantly. The last things I heard were squealing tires, and Nick's voice, "Hello? 911, there's been an accident."
As I blinked myself awake, all of a sudden, I was in a hospital room, C120, the door said. I looked around to see Joe standing by my side crying.
"Joe…? Nick? Nicole?"
"Nick is fine. Nicole however is in surgery. But, you should worry about yourself."
It was then when I noticed that I had tubes sticking out of my throat and nose. I tilted me head to see and IV bag hooked up to a tube attached to my arm.
"What happened to me?"
"Well, let's just say, they had to use the Jaws of Life…"
"What? Why?"
"When they found you, you were smashed between the glove box and the passenger seat. They said you're lucky to still be alive. They nicknamed you miracle." He looked upset, yet happy all at the same time. He caressed my face in his hands and kissed me.
"Joe how's Nicole?"
"She'll live."
"Good to know…how am I?" I asked confused, not knowing how serious my condition really was.
"You're fantastic…" he smiled.
I took in his smile, and wondered what I would do if I never saw it again. I started to wheeze.
"Baby take a breath…" Joe looked a little worried.
"I'm sorry. I am just thinking. What if I had died tonight? I would never be able to see you again."
"Aww, don't think that way."
We both turned our heads, as Nick came in the room, pushing Nicole in a wheelchair.
"Nicole!" I tried to scream.
"Brianna, how are you?"
"Good, and you?"
"Living the good life." She smiled.
Then those two left the room, and so did Joe. After about ten minutes, he was back by my side, "the doctor said you can come home!" Joe was happy to hear the news, as was I.
"Can I go back on tour?"
"Of coarse you can, but not yet."
"Why not?"
"Because you need your rest. What if something bad happens?"
"You worry to much. I'm fine, I can go."
"No," he held me in his arms afraid I would run if he let me go.
"Joe, I have to please."
"But, you're not fully better. Can't we wait until we are sure?"
"I am sure." I walked to the bathroom to get changed out of the hospital gown.
"Well, let's go!" I stumbled from dizziness, and left the room.
Joe came running behind me, but I was already signing myself out, "Brianna, I don't think this is a good idea!"
"Joe, I don't really care what you think. I'm leaving; my decision." I was becoming irritable.
"Well, okay, but I don't like thinking about what could become of this honey."
"Again, I don't care!"
"Okay, why so mad today?"
"I just want to go home. Where's Nicole? I'm signing her out too."
"Nicole is in recovery for surgery!"
"I don't feel so good…" then things went black, and I fell back into Joe's arms.
I woke up in another hospital room, but this one was different. Bigger and very quiet. I looked around to see that there was an MRI machine to my left.
"What?" I blinked myself more awake.
"Brianna?" Joe's voice was excited.
"Joe? What's going on?"
"The doctor wants to check your brain to make sure everything's okay. But, baby, don't worry. I'll be with you the whole time."
"Don't worry? I have to get a MRI, and you expect me not to worry?"
"Shhh- baby, I'll sing to you okay? I'll get you through this."
"Thank you. Thank you so much sweetheart." I smiled and felt for his hand.
"Baby, you have to go now…" he stood up and let my hand go slowly.
"I thought you were going to be there for me?" I said with anxious eyes.
"I'm going to be in the room right next to yours. But, you'll hear my voice, don't worry." He kissed my forehead, and then slipped away to the other room.
"Ok, Ms. Brianna, we are about to start the MRI! Please come with me." He had me stand up and walk to the machine. "Please lay down, and for a warning the machine is very loud, and you have to be still."
"Okay, but Joe said he was going to sing to me. Is that okay?"
"Yes, that's fine. Just don't be startled when the machine kicks on."
"I'll try my best." I looked down wishing Joe was there to hold my hand.
"Okay ms. Brianna, here we go."
Joe started to sing "hello beautiful."
I almost laughed because I probably didn't look beautiful at this very moment, but then I realized I had to keep completely still.
"Baby you're almost done!"
Then I heard the doctor's voice, "okay," the machine kicked off, "all done."
Joe walked out to me with his eyes glued to the floor. He looked up at me, and tried to smile, but he couldn't, "baby, they found something."
