Lucas Griffin's right foot pressed hard on the accelerator.
The emotions suppressed within him like ferocious beasts of old finally tore through the restraints of his ribcage, beyond his control.
He had to see her.
Now, right now, immediately!
Lucas Griffin's eyes, dry and wide, stared ahead.
The oncoming cars drove with their high beams on, the intense light causing his eyes to ache unbearably.
Perhaps the light was too glaring; a sudden darkness enveloped his vision.
The darkness lasted only two seconds; after the brief absence of light, suddenly a strong beam penetrated his eyes.
Lucas Griffin looked up to see a large truck blaring its shrill horn coming straight towards him.
His pupils shrank dramatically, and with one hand he sharply turned the steering wheel. In the instant before the vehicles nearly collided, the Aston Martin, like a nimble snake, changed direction, successfully avoiding the crash.
The car continued towards the direction of the Third Hospital.
