Meanwhile, Jerica skidded to a stop outside the emergency room doors and waited to know Jared's condition.
She waited outside for what felt like hours, clutching her head as the sounds of the bustling hospital staff blurred into a low hum around her. The antiseptic smell mixed with the sharp scent of fear clung to her, making it difficult to breathe.
Every second that passed stretched endlessly, each beat of her heart a painful reminder of Jared's absence. The din of conversations, hurried footsteps, and the occasional beep of medical machinery were distant echoes; her mind was trapped in a singular loop of worry.
The incident had already been reported, and uniformed police officers were stationed nearby, speaking in clipped tones as they questioned witnesses and examined the aftermath. Their presence was an unsettling reminder that this was more than just an accident.
