11 at night
"Hey Dee."
"Ben? Why are you calling me at..." he can't miss the annoyance in my voice even if he tried. "11 at night," I finish when I'm able to see the time on my alarm clock. For once in a while I was able to sleep before midnight.
"It's about ..." he sighs heavily. "He crashed his bike and he's in hospital."
All sleep disappears. My heart is beating so loud I can feel fluttering in my throat.
"How's he?"
Ben's silence stretches over seconds that feel like hours. "I don't really know. It sounds bad."
A/N: To be continued.
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