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"Okay," Beck said, a little bit dizzy. "Okay, I'll be right there."
He hung up from the doctor and grabbed a flannel shirt from his dresser, slipping it over his head and putting on his shoes all at once.
Beck grabbed a post-it note off his desk and scrawled a note to his parents saying that he went out. He stuck it to the RV door as he walked outside.
The door slam reminded him of Jade's exit previously that morning. His stomach flip-flopped. Right. She had broken up with him, like she had done many times before. But they always got back together as soon as she cooled off and came back to him. Sometimes he'd go to her if she took too long and they'd kiss and make up. But he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was different this time.
Beck's keys clinked as he started his truck and he shifted into reverse. He decided to drive past Jade's house and see if her father was home. He took a left into her neighborhood and got to her driveway. He slowed down.
The house was vacant, as usual. Since Jade's mother left when she was a toddler, she had almost raised herself. Her father was always away on business.
Beck sped up and zoomed along to the hospital. His truck clanged in protest, but he just kept going. He'd wasted too much time already. He should have known that Mr. West wouldn't have been home.
Beck drove into the hospital parking lot and parked half-hazardly. Heavy storm clouds in the sky were blocking out the weak rays of early morning sunlight, making it as dark as night time. He grabbed his keys out of the ignition and raced into the hospital, a little bit out of breath and disheveled. At the desk, he leaned over and tapped the glass window until his knuckles were sore.
A tired looking woman came out and rolled her eyes. The morning shift didn't agree with her.
"What?" She asked grumpily.
"I got a call to see Jade West," he said into the microphone.
"Listen, I just got here," the lady told him. "I've got no idea who Jen West is or what happened to her."
"Jade," Beck corrected her. "Jade West. And all I know is that she got into some kind of accident. She's got amnesia."
"Amnesia?" The lady asked. "Um…the sixth floor is usually head injuries."
"Great," Beck said. "Thanks."
He took off running to the elevator and got inside. He pressed the button over and over again, until finally the doors closed and he stated moving. He tried to think of anything else besides the images that were running through his mind.
All he could think about was Jade, lying on the ground bleeding.
Jade in a hospital bed hooked to machines, bandaged up from head to toe.
Jade face down on the pavement, tire streaks all around her.
She had walked home, hadn't she? Beck tried to remember, but he could only remember the fight. He strained his memory. Yes, she had walked. He had brought her over that morning in his truck.
The elevator dinged and Beck got out. He looked around and saw a group of men and women in white lab coats huddled over a clipboard, one of them holding a phone to her ear but not talking.
"Excuse me," said Beck, tapping a bald doctor with a very shiny head on the arm. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find Jade West?"
The fluorescent lights pressed on Beck's eyelids and he could hear the wind slapping the windows as well as rain drops on the ceiling above him. His head pounded.
"Are you Beck Oliver?" Asked the bald guy.
"Yeah," he said. "And my girlfriend was in an accident. I really need to see her right away, because-"
"Beck," said the guy. "I'm Doctor Melvin. I called you this morning, son. Come right this way."
Beck knew that he recognized the man's voice. He followed him away from the group of whispering doctors.
"Those people are trying to locate Jade's parents," said the doctor. "Do you know where they are?"
"Her mom is out of the picture," explained Beck. "And her father is probably away on business. She's usually alone, but sometimes she stays with me."
The doctor jotted down a few notes.
"Okay," he said. "And why was she walking the street that connects your neighborhood from hers at almost three a.m.?"
Beck's heart sank. he shouldn't have let her walk home alone, even if they were fighting. How could he have done that?
"Well, she and I were in a fight," Beck said, sort of quietly. He was ashamed of himself. "And she wanted to go home. I should have driven her, though."
"Mhhmm…"
Beck felt like he should apologize and defend himself. It wasn't like she would have listened to him if he told her he'd given her a rife anyway. Her temper was too fiery.
"Sorry," Beck said.
"Hmm?"
"I should have driven her."
"Look, I have no idea what the circumstances were. And she's seventeen so she should be able to handle walking herself home."
Beck didn't respond. He just followed the doctor around a few more halls and then finally the doctor stopped.
"Are you okay, son?" The doctor asked.
Beck's head was still pounding.
"Yes," he said. "Can we go in?"
The doctor pushed the door open.
Beck held his breath.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see.
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