"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Layla Griffin?"
"This is her. Who is asking?"
"I'm Officer Lans. Your boyfriend has been in an accident."
"Is he okay?"
"He is at the Brazil Local Hospital."
"Thank you."
She rushed outside, into the rain and waved down a car. Luckily it was a nice middle aged woman who drove her to the hospital. When they arrived she booked it into the hospital.
Her clothes were soaking wet as well her hair and her body.
"I'm looking for Brandon Santos."
"Who are you to the patient?"
"I'm his girlfriend. I am the only one who traveled here with him. I need to see him."
"Forth floor, room 216."
She ran to the elevator which happened to be out of order at the moment so she booked it to the stairs. She stood outside of room 216 before pushing the door open. Tears sprung to her eyes.
"Oh Brandon. What happened?"
She walked over and sat in the chair next to the bed, placing her hand on his.
"Princesa?"
"Yeah. I'm here. What happened?"
"I was driving and I saw a set of headlights coming towards through the rain and bam I wake up in here."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I had to get stitches on my side and my arm is broken but other than that I'm perfect."
"I was worried sick. You didn't come back to the hotel and I couldn't get a hold of you."
"I know. I'm sorry."
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