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ARIANA'S POV
"What!? An accident?"
"He was walking drunk towards his car when the accident happened. A car slammed into him, and ran."
"Where are you?" I asked, getting off the bed, and grabbing my bag, which sat on the desk. My heart raced, and I couldn't concentrate, even as he read out the address for me.
I dashed out of the house, and took a taxi, jumping in.
When we got to the hospital, I was directed to his ward, and my heart beat crazily when I saw him in hospital clothes that made him look weak.
Stepping in, I hated the smell of disinfectant, and beeping of machines. Looking at the drip connected to his wrist made me sick, and the tears slid down my cheeks, as I walked towards him.
"Luke?" I whispered, taking a seat next to him. What if it was fatal enough to kill him, or have him slip into a coma?
