Chances (Chapter 2)
II. Grief
How Devon managed to reach the hospital was a mystery for her. She was numb all throughout
the taxi ride. She was fervently praying and calling all the saints to hear her pleas. The taxi
driver noticed how upset she was and offered few kind words to calm her. She tried to control
her emotions for the sake of the worried taxi driver. She tried to smile and say she’s alright,
but inside was a riot of emotions. She’s so worried that she almost forgot to pay the kind taxi
driver.
Mr. Pied was already at the hospital when she arrived. They hugged tightly and tried to hang
unto each for support. Mr. Pied looked as if he cried. Who wouldn’t when you are standing
near the emergency lobby, with wounded bodies passing them by. They kept on wishing that
somehow, James would not look so devastated as the other patients.
Devon was sitting on the lobby chairs, waiting for the doctor who was in charge of James’s
care. She was stricken that she was unable to notice the arrival of her friends. A hand
touched her shoulder and she saw her friends Freya and Yen. James’s friends Bren and Ryan
were behind them.
She opened her mouth to try to explain what happened, but no voice came out. She choked
and tears started to fall. Freya and Yen hugged their friend dearly, while Bren and Ryan looked
on. My James, my James, she kept saying with each word breaking her heart more.
They heard footsteps and saw Mr. Peid with the attending doctor.
The doctor started to explain the condition, “James suffered from a severe trauma in the head.
He was thrown forward and hit the windshield very hard. There’s an internal hemmorage or
bleeding in the head, but we were able attend to that. We already sent him to the recovery
room where he will be monitored for a while. Once his signs are stable, he could be moved to
his room.”
Devon found her voice and asked, “Is he going to be alright?”
The doctor smiled and offered her assurance. “Currently, he is doing fine. But I suggest that
