Regretting You(23)
I want my sister. Jonah isn’t really someone who can bring me comfort at a time like this. In fact, I’d rather he not be here, but if I can get in touch with Jenny, she’ll make the situation better. And she can probably find out more information about Chris. Maybe Jonah has already spoken with her.
“Is Jenny on her way over?” I lift my head just as Jonah swings his gaze in my direction. He doesn’t answer my question. He just stares at me, his brow furrowed, so I continue. “I tried calling her, but whoever answered the phone in Labor and Delivery kept telling me she isn’t on the schedule today.”
Jonah’s eyes squint with a shake of his head. “I’m confused,” he says.
“I know. I told her she started back today, but the woman tried arguing with me.”
“Why are you trying to call Jenny?” He’s standing now. The confusion dripping from him is making me more nervous than I already am.
“She’s my sister. Of course I’m going to call her and tell her about Chris.”
Jonah shakes his head. “What about Chris?”
What about Chris?
I’m so confused. “What do you mean? They called me and said Chris was in a wreck. Why else would I be here?”
Jonah swallows, dragging his hands down his face. Somehow, his eyes fill with even more concern. “Morgan.” He steps closer to me. “I’m here because Jenny was in a wreck.”
If I wasn’t already sitting, I would have fallen.
I don’t make a noise. I just stare at him and try to process everything. I shake my head and try to speak, but my words are weak. “You must have misunderstood them. They can’t both have been . . .”
“Wait here,” Jonah says. He strides to the window and rings the bell. I pull my cell phone out of my purse and dial Jenny’s number. Voice mail again. I dial Chris’s number. Maybe there was a mistake in the computer. His phone goes to voice mail too.
This has to be some mistake.
A few seconds pass with no sign of anyone, so Jonah moves to the doors that lead to the emergency room. He beats on them until someone finally appears at the window. A nurse I instantly recognize. Her name is Sierra. She has a daughter in Clara’s class. She looks at me, and then her eyes fix on Jonah.
“I think there’s been a mistake,” Jonah says.
I’m next to him at the window now, holding Elijah. I can’t feel my legs. I don’t even know how I walked from the chair to here. “Who had a wreck? Who was brought in?” I can’t stop the questions from spilling out of me. “Was it my husband or my sister?”
Sierra’s eyes dart from me to Jonah and then down to the desk in front of her. “Let me get someone who can help you, Morgan.”
Jonah grabs at his hair when she walks away. “Dammit.”
It’s not lost on me that no one seems to want to be in our presence. We’re being avoided, and that terrifies me. No one wants to be the bearer of bad news.
“They can’t both be hurt,” I whisper. “They can’t.”
“They’re not,” Jonah says. His voice is so full of confidence I almost believe him. But then he rubs his forehead and leans against the wall for support. “Who called you? What did they say?”
“The hospital. About twenty minutes ago. They specifically said Chris. There was no mention of Jenny.”
“Same, but they told me Jenny.”
Just then, Sierra reappears, this time through the doors. “You guys can come with me.”
She doesn’t take us to a hospital room. She takes us to another waiting room, farther inside the ER.
Jonah is holding Elijah now. I didn’t even notice he took him from me. Sierra tells us to have a seat, but neither of us does.
“I don’t have news on their conditions yet.”
“So, it is both of them?” Jonah asks. “Jenny and Chris?”
She nods.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. I drop my head in my hands. Two huge tears slide down my cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, Morgan,” she says. “You guys can wait in here, and as soon as I know something, I’ll be back.” Sierra leaves the room and closes the door.
Jonah sits next to me.
We’ve been in the emergency room less than ten minutes, but the fact that we still don’t know anything makes it seem like hours have gone by.
“Maybe one of their cars broke down,” Jonah mutters. “That’s probably why they were together.”
I nod, but my mind can’t even process that sentence right now. I don’t know why they were together, in the same car. I don’t know why Jenny lied to us and said she was working today. I don’t even care. I just need to know that they’re okay.
Jonah straps a sleeping Elijah into his car seat, then stands and begins pacing the room. I look at the time on my cell phone. I should call someone to pick up Clara. A friend of mine. Or Lexie. I want someone to get to Clara before she finds out about the wreck from someone else.
I should call Chris’s parents.
No, I’ll wait. Make sure he’s okay first. They live in Florida. Not much they can do from there but worry unnecessarily.
Jonah calls his mother and asks if she can come pick up Elijah. Before he hangs up, I get his attention. “Would she mind going to get Clara?”