Code Blue

~ Chapter 28 ~

This chapter switches POVs :)
BUT ITS HEREEEEEEEEEE

Chapter 28
Wednesday October 4th
Mallory's POV

Living in New York was always chaotic. It was a constant hustle and bustle, even at the crack of dawn when I was trying to get to work. I ended up spending the night at Veronica's, so this morning I left a little earlier to get through traffic to make it to the hospital on time. However it was worth it to spend some much needed time with my friends.

Because of residency, it's been hard to see them so I take advantage of every opportunity that I get. Eli jokingly said that I had abandoned them, and I knew he had no ill intention behind his words, but it did make me sad. The two of them do so much for me that I never want them to genuinely feel like I'm not there for them.

But it's true. Residency has been my life for almost two months now. I can't even recall the last time that I spoke to my brother or my nephew, and I knew I needed to reach out. Lina, his wife, is due to give birth next month and I'm sure with a newborn and a toddler that his life is about to get crazier as well.

My parents, I saw them last week. I kept my word to my mother that I would go and visit her after work that one day. Even though it was the day Jack died and the last thing I wanted to do was go sit with them, I knew I had to. I went over, made them some dinner, and tidied up around the house before finally going home for a restless night of sleep.

I slowed my car down for the red night, taking a glance at the time on my phone. I needed to be at the hospital in 30 minutes and I still had a little ways to go. I was so preoccupied with calculating the time I had left in my head, that the jolt of my car being rammed into was a complete shock to my system.

In a panic I looked up in my rearview mirror, seeing the minivan behind me that rear ended the back of my van. The airbags didn't go off, but then again my van was so old that the sensor or whatever could be broken and I wouldn't know any better.

There was not enough of an impact to damage me in any shape or form, but taking a look at the backseat of my car was rough. A few of my belongings had been thrown forward and spilt, the back of my car protruding into itself quite a bit. If I could see how bad it was from the inside, I was so afraid to get out of the car and look.

I sat there for a moment, beside myself. My van, my home, was definitely going to need to be brought into a repair shop and that itself brought a slew of problems. I just couldn't believe that this was my life right now. After every thing else that has gone wrong, the last thing I needed was something happening to be my beloved home.

What if it couldn't even be fixed? What if the damage was so bad that it was gone for good? I most certainly did not have the funds to buy a new vehicle, I barely got lucky with this one. I only managed it because I had been saving money behind my parent's back and used it when I finally broke off that chapter off living at home. It was cheap and the first thing that I could find, and you can tell by the design and the way it sounds like it's on it's last leg when you turn it on.

But it still worked.

The tears started to pool in the bottom of my eyes, and the salty liquid trickled it's way down my cheek til I tasted it in my mouth. I threw my head onto the steering wheel and cried, momentarily hurting myself, but the pain on the inside was much larger than the pain on the outside.

A knock on my window startled me, and I turned to see a frantic middle aged woman standing there through my blurry vision. I wiped my tears from my face and unbuckled my seatbelt as I heard her ask me if I was okay and let out a plethora of apologies.