Chapter 181
Roxy's POV
Mr and Mrs. Bailey rush in through the double doors, they both look petrified, horror is written all over their faces. Behind them is my dad.
Without even hesitating, I run to them and we meet in the middle of the waiting room and I hug them both so tight. Mrs. Bailey is trembling like a weak leaf being blown by wind. She's crying painfully as her tears soak my shoulder and I stroke her back.
"Where's my daughter!? I want to see my daughter, please. I have to see her right now," Mrs. Bailey begs me, tears cascading down her already red cheeks. Veins are protruding all over Mr. Bailey's face and he huffs and bats his eyelids trying to keep his tears at bay as he looks upwards.
"Mom, she'll be alright," I am not surprised that I just called her 'mom', she's always been there for me, like a mother when mine wasn't around.
"How sure are you? Have you seen her? Your father told us she's in a critical state," Mr. Bailey says and I swallow dryly and before I can respond, Lilly walks up to us again.
"She's undergoing surgery," she says.
"Dear, God! Someone tell me why this happened to my one and only daughter," Mrs. Bailey sobs loudly and bitterly as she clings on to her husband's figure. "Jones, please, tell me this is all a dream, that our daughter is alright," she begs him but he lets out a shaky breath that makes his whole body tremble.
"Mr. and Mrs. Bailey, your daughter is strong, plus she's in good hands, trust me–" Lilly begins but Mr. Bailey cuts her off.
"Good hands? We don't even know the doctor that's doing the surgery on her! We want to see our daughter right now," he snaps. I understand his frustration.
"Calm down," I place my hand on his shoulder, "The nurse is Kye's big sister, Lillian Ripley, for now let's just try and trust her, there's nothing else we can do. Please," I say as I furrow my brows.
"The doctor who's with your daughter is my long time friend and he's one of the best surgeons in the country," Lilly says as she hugs Kyrah's mom and dad, "I'll be with your daughter all through this, okay? I'll be keeping you up to date with everything that's going on," she says and looks at the rest of my friends, "Let's all pray for her and hope that she will be well soon," she says and we all nod.
Mrs. Bailey, with the help of her husband, sits down on a chair and begins to weep. Seeing her like this tears me apart. Tears are threatening to fall again and I end up sniffling. She's always in a good and happy mood, she's the kind of person who's smile is contagious and right now, the sunshine that she always has is gone. It's a dark moment for all of us.
The surgery will take atleast two hours and I am itching to rush into that operating room to see my best friend, my sister.
A tear trickles down my face and I angrily wipe it away with the back of my hand.
Everyone else is surrounding the Bailey's and hugging them, trying to comfort them. They thank my dad and Tim for their generosity.
A hit and run is what Lilly said it could have been. But deep down I have a feeling that whatever happened out there was because someone wanted to harm my friends. Throughout this year, the only person who's tried to harm my friends is Sabrina.
I grit my teeth at the thought of that bitch. She disgusts the life out of me. If I find out she's the one, I'll send her six feet under in less than twenty four hours. I swear on my mother's grave. I'll find out whoever did this and I'll make sure justice is served.
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It's actually been more than two hours now and darkness is slowly creeping in. It's 7P.M. My heart won't stop threatening to come out of my chest every time Lilly comes to update us. The surgery was completed a while ago but Kyrah still hasn't woken up. Lilly walks back to us and shakes her head, a sign that Kyrah still hasn't woken up and Mrs. Bailey wails out loud, clutching her husbands shirt into her fists as he rocks her back and forth.
Again, my eyes get watery for the millionth time today and my heart sinks to my stomach as an empty feeling fills up its spot. I feel weak. I haven't eaten a single thing all day and as if God has answered my prayers, Tim walks back in with two boxes of large pizza.
"It's cold but... it's still something. Everyone, grab a slice," he offers a piece to me but I decline. I can't even open my mouth to speak, let alone to eat, "Roxy, please eat something. Do it for Kyrah. Please," he begs and I grab a slice and eat it with less enthusiasm. Mr. and Mrs. Bailey refuse to eat.
"Can I get you coffee, maybe?" dad asks and they both nod silently. "I'll bring everyone a cup in a few," he says but I tell him not to bring me any.
After he walks away, I walk outside quietly. My hands in the pockets of my sweatpants. Outside, I stare at the twinkly stars as the cold night breeze blows over my hot face that's tear stained. I purse my lips and lower my head as I try to stop myself from screaming out loud. And just like that, my eyes land on a small building as I look around the compound. It's the hospital's chapel. This is clearly a sign and I will not even hesitate to go in there.
I hasten my weak feet and half walk, half run to the chapel and once inside, I fall on my knees at the front where there's a large brown cross. I weep and weep until my tear ducts have run dry and my lungs are starving for air. When I have finally gained the strength to speak, I sigh heavily and I look up straight to the cross as I wipe the tears off my face.
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