"Hello?"
I glanced at the cars outside, not only wondering about what Alex had been about to say, but also why I had spilled my innermost feelings to a man I had met less than two hours ago. I mean, I trusted him, of course, but no one else knew how I felt about Thomas. Maybe I had just told him because he had been the first person I'd felt I could tell.
I looked back over at Alex and saw a worried look on his face. I tried to get his attention, but it didn't seem to be working. Thankfully, traffic started moving again, so I drove forward. We weren't far from the apartment when I finally heard Alex say, "Thank you for letting me know. I'll be there as soon as I can."
His voice was shaky. I glanced over at him, worried, just as we pulled up to the apartment complex. Alex finally met my gaze and let out a loud gasp.
"Was there anyone with him?"
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"They've been in an accident," Alex told me as I sped toward the hospital. "John seems to be okay-"
He broke off with a small squeak, and I glanced at him, worry gnawing at my insides. "And Thomas?"
"They don't know," Alex finally answered. "Something about a couple of broken ribs, but they're more worried about his leg."
"His leg?" I tried not to let him see how scared I was. I really did try. I failed.
He gave me a sympathetic look and grabbed my hand in a protective manner. "He'll be okay, James. You've got to believe in him."
I just nodded.