Chapter 166: Car Accident
Man, it was just like Brad back in the day. He was head over heels for me, but 'cause of my deal with Daniel, he had to keep it on the down-low and bounce, couldn't even come back home.
Just like me back then.
Love, man, it's a tricky beast. Everyone's got it rough.
So, I was almost done with the meds Brad got me, finally feeling better and craving some serious grub—barbecue, grilled meat, Mexican food—when Brad went and got sick!
First time I ever saw Brad under the weather.
Poor guy! He must've gotten sick from running himself ragged, taking care of me, hitting the books, and juggling a bunch of projects all at once.
He was crashing at the staff dorms, and they didn't mind students dropping by.
When I got there, Brad was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like death warmed over.
He was trying so hard to act like he was fine, didn't want me stressing. It broke my heart, but dang, he was cute.
I copied his moves, made him lie down, gave him some warm water, bundled him up in a blanket, and slapped the last fever patch he got me on his forehead before dashing out to grab some meds.
Brad tried to stop me, saying it was no biggie; he was a tough guy and didn't need all that fuss. Just a little cold, he'd be fine with some rest, no meds needed.
He said, "Jane, don't go. Just stay here with me, that's all I need. Jane, you're the best medicine. As long as I have you, I don't need anything else."
Man, for a long time after that, when I was drowning in my own misery, thinking about ending it all, I kicked myself for not listening to him, for not staying by his side, for running out to get those meds.
For ages after, I just wanted to be with him, missed his scent, but I couldn't get close. I had to watch him with someone else, while I wandered the campus like a lost puppy, no place to call home.
Back then, I kept wanting to get wasted and dream about the happy life with Brad I always imagined. But I couldn't even get drunk. The more I drank, the clearer everything got. I just had to grit my teeth and push through, day after day, month after month, year after year.
If I could turn back time, I'd definitely stay. I'd stick by his side, let him get some good sleep, and then love me like he used to.
I had to pay for that one impulsive moment.
But the price was way too steep, more than I could handle alone.
Even though Brad tried to stop me a million times, I still stubbornly left him in the dorm and ran out to get those meds.
I thought I was showing him I cared, that I was willing to do this for him. With me around, he just needed to rest, and I'd take care of the rest. After all, taking care of people is something anyone can do, right?
I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was a weekend, the school doc was off, and there were no other pharmacies on campus. To get the meds, I had to hit up a chain pharmacy outside of school.
When I bolted out of the dorm, it was pouring. Didn't grab an umbrella, didn't wanna waste time going back for one, so I just dashed into the rain.
My heart was on fire, racing around for Brad.
The chain pharmacy wasn't far. Just had to cross the road in front of the school gate, take a right into a residential alley, and I'd be there.
Maybe 'cause of the rain, there weren't many folks around the school gate. Cars were zooming by, splashing water everywhere.
The rain was coming down harder, messing with my vision. My eyes were barely open, just feeling my way forward.
"Jane, watch out!"
A terrified shout cut through the rain. I heard brakes screeching, felt my body slam into something, pain exploding, and my consciousness slipping away.
Someone was yelling to call an ambulance. Before I blacked out, I saw someone lying not far from me, a thin body, crimson liquid spreading out, mixing with the rain.
Daniel's limbs were twisted at weird angles, his face turned towards me, looking pale as a ghost, the light in his eyes fading. He struggled to open his mouth, spitting blood, and said, "Jane, don't be afraid."
Daniel!
I woke up from the searing pain in my body. Tried to look around, the sharp smell of disinfectant hitting my nose.
The room was super quiet, felt empty.
After a moment of confusion, the terrifying car accident scene replayed in my mind.
The car speeding towards me, the driver slamming on the brakes but unable to change direction.
Without Daniel, I'd be dead for sure.
The rain was heavy, visibility was crap. When I noticed the car coming, there was no way to dodge.
Death was right there, staring me in the face.
Daniel, I didn't know where he came from, but at the last second, he pushed me away. He got hit, thrown into the air, landing not far from me.
The image of Daniel lying on the ground, covered in blood, spitting blood while telling me not to be afraid, was burned into my brain.
It all happened so fast. I could still hear Daniel's painful grunt when the car hit him, the sound of my bones breaking, the screeching brakes, and the driver freaking out, calling for an ambulance.
My heart was in a vice.
With such a brutal impact, how was Daniel? Was he still alive?
Fighting the intense pain in my left arm, I struggled to get up, desperate to find someone to ask about Daniel, if he was okay.
I needed to know.
He saved my life. I was grateful, but I wanted him to be alive and well. He was so young and amazing, he couldn't be taken away by a car accident.
"Don't move, be careful not to pull your wound. Where does it hurt? Tell me." Brad burst into the room. His eyes lit up with relief seeing me trying to get up, and he rushed over, pressing me down urgently.
I was stunned by his appearance.
Was this still Brad?
Wrinkled clothes, messy hair, a face full of stubble, and bloodshot eyes.
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