Chapter Fourteen

Rebecca

"My friend and I just got in an accident, her um boyfriend's uncle lives down the street a ways so he drove down to help, the car is crushing her legs and we can't get her out." As soon as said that I heard Grace scream. I turned, and Grace was lying on the ground and Paul's hands were soaked in Grace's blood. Her legs were a mess just pieces of glass and car and gross stuff in them.

"Ok mam," the woman on the other end of the phone said, "I see where you are. Ok, I'm sending an ambulance right now, just stay calm." I was trying to stay calm, which wasn't something that comes easy for me.

"Rebecca, help Grace stay calm." Paul yelled over to me. I ran over to where Grace was and started talking to her.

"Grace it's going to be ok, don't worry about a thing. The ambulance is-"

"Right there," Paul interrupted. When the ambulance arrived a man got out of the driver seat, and a woman got out of the other side.

"Get the jaws of life," yelled the man. He turned around and his eyes found Grace on the ground, "Never mind." The woman walked around and ran to Grace.

"Oh, get the bed," the woman demanded. The man grabbed a rolling bed out of the ambulance and lifted Grace onto it.

Grace

"Why isn't Sam here?" I asked Paul in the ambulance.

"I really don't know Grace, but don't worry he'll probably meet us at the hospital." I looked at my legs and saw they were worse then I expected to them to be.

"Paul," I gasped.

"Stay calm Grace, everything is going to be all right." I knew it and I think he knew it too; everything wasn't going to be all right. I let a tear fall on his hand which was on the bed. "Don't cry, crying makes it worse. Sam is going to be there, Cole and Isabel will, Rebecca will, everyone will be at the hospital and you're going to be ok, don't even look." I hugged Paul and cried on his shoulder.

"I'll try Paul but I need him, and look at my legs there not even there, it's just blood and brokenness," I said as I leaned on him. He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed some numbers. He pushed send and held the phone to my ear.

"Paul, how's Grace? Is she alive? Where are you?" Sam kept talking I couldn't let him know it was me.

"I'm fine, yes I'm alive, and I don't know where we are."

"Grace, oh I'm headed to the hospital right now."

"I love you."

"Don't say that you're going to be ok." I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. Sam was coming and everything was good now. "Grace?" The man, who helped me onto the bed, opened the doors and rolled the bed into the hospital. I handed Paul's phone back to him, and he ran into the hospital with us. Paul grabbed my hand and when we got into my room he sat in a chair beside me.

"God, please, why Grace?" he kept whispering next to me. A woman walked into the room and took Paul on the other side of the curtain.