If I Really Knew You || Calum Hood (completed)

Chapter 32

I rode behind the ambulance in the car of an unnamed officer. I didn't bother with small talking him into telling me his name or anything about him because I was too shaken up, plus what good could it possibly do? Originally, the medics had attempted to treat me, but the second they put Macie on the stretcher, I knew I had to follower her to the hospital no matter what happened to me. Much to the protest of the woman working on my split lip, I managed to distract her enough to escape and catch a ride with this young looking cop. As I sat in the front seat, staring into the window of the ambulance barely seeing the head volunteer working on Macie, my anxiety and my worry reached the ultimate, all time high. All I could think about was her. 

No. 

There was an exception to that.

Besides her, all I could think about was what I wanted to do to Anthony. Anger still pulsed through me, eager to destroy him completely. He deserved way more than I was able to give him and it pissed me off that he was able to get away as well off as he did. I wanted to end him, make sure he got what he had coming. 

My mind flicked back to Macie and I prayed to whoever was out or up there, that she'd be okay. The officer kept glancing over at me. I could tell that he wanted to say something, but obviously couldn't think of the right thing. I couldn't blame him. This was one of those crazy scenarios, I knew I certainly hand't seen it before. However, the constant glances were making me extremely uncomfortable and I wished that he'd make up his mind so the awkward could go away. Eventually, he must've felt the tension radiating off of me, and gave up trying to do something about it. I sighed and continued my stare, straight ahead. 

When we reached the hospital, being in a police car, we got to follow the ambulance straight to the emergency entrance. I had jumped out of the passenger seat before the car had even stopped and started running towards the ambulance. I stood on the sidewalk as I waited for EMS to bring her out. As the doors on the back of the vehicle opened, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped my head around to see Sue standing behind me. She gave me a half smile and returned her glance to the ambulance.

I couldn't help but feel bad. Because of me, this prick had gotten jealous and practically ruined her and Macie's life. Maybe it was my fault that she was hurt, that both Sue and Macie were suffering. 

"It's not your fault," Sue suddenly croaked, still looking ahead, "If you hadn't been in this situation, she'd be way worse off."

I opened my mouth to respond, but couldn't think of anything to say. Instead, I stepped forward, in line with her and waited for Macie to be lifted from the ambulance. 

Finally, after what felt like centuries, they finally lowered Macie's stretcher onto the sidewalk. Time seemed to slow down from that point on. My breath caught in my throat as I took in her appearance: her skin looked paler than normal and her cuts and bruises looked worse, which I hoped was from the contrast against her whitened skin, but worried me nonetheless. The EMS volunteers pushed her past us in a blur and all I could do was stare. A few moments later, I felt Sue's soft hand on my shoulder, guiding me through the double sliding glass doors of the hospital. 

Once inside the waiting room, Macie's stretcher just feet in front of me, shouts of medical jargon swarmed my ears. I could barely understand a single thing. The only thing I remotely caught onto was, "Rape test," which sent a shivers down my spine and awakened a new anger inside me. We approached wooden double doors, still behind the doctor's when suddenly I felt a firm hand on my chest. I followed the hand, up an arm, and came to eye contact with an older doctor staring down at me with a stern face.

"When she's more stable," he informed me. I looked at him wide eyed and he turned me around. Sue asked if she could go back, but even she was denyed entry, "She's got to go through tests and with her condition, it would be too hectic to have someone else in there." As we turned to walk away he stopped me, "Son, would you please come with me, you took quite a beating and the officers told us how you denied treatment to stay with her."