now.”
With that, I grab my keys and walk out the door.
~ Chapter Eight ~
~ Tucker ~
I wake to my phone ringing. It’s still so weird to me that I can actually have the ringer on now. I glance at the clock. Four a.m. Who the hell is calling me at four in the morning? I fumble for my phone on the nightstand and try to focus on the name on the screen. Lizette. What the fuck? I quickly answer.
“Lizette? Are you okay?”
She sniffs. Obviously, she’s crying. “Tucker, I just got a call from Mt. Sinai Hospital a few minutes ago. Dennis has been in a bad car accident and is in serious condition. Beau and I are on our way over right now.”
I can’t breathe.
“Tucker? Did you hear me?” Lizette asks.
“Ye…yes. I’ll meet you there,” I manage to get out.
“Okay,” she croaks before hanging up.
I’m so confused right now. I didn’t even know that Dennis left the condo. I lurch into action, pulling on sweatpants and a T-shirt. I shove my feet into my shoes then barge into Duke’s room. He startles awake.
“What? What is it?” he asks, looking around frantically.
“Dennis was in a car accident. I need to get to the hospital. Can you drive me? I don’t think I can do it without getting myself into a car accident,” I say, my voice shaky.
“Shit! Yeah, let me get dressed.” Duke whips off his covers and starts pulling on clothes.
We’re out the door and on the way to the hospital in under five minutes.
“Did you know that Dennis left?” I ask Duke when we get into his car.
“Yeah, he said he just needed to get out for a little bit,” he replies.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I snap.
He glances over at me, giving me an incredulous look. “Seriously? Why would I tell you? He’s a big boy and can come and go as he pleases,” he snaps back at me.
I roughly scrub my hands over my face and make an aggravated noise. “You’re right. Sorry.”
Duke just hums his acceptance of my apology.
When we get to the hospital, Lizette and Beau are waiting in the ER waiting room. Lizette is pacing back and forth, her pregnant belly visible even with her coat on. Beau is sitting in a chair near her, his head resting in his hands as he leans forward, his elbows propped on his knees.
I rush over to Lizette. “Hey, any news?” I ask.
She stops her pacing and shakes her head. “Nothing other than that they are trying to stabilize him. It was a head on collision. Some asshole high on drugs hit him.”
“Goddammit,” I bite out and rake a hand through my hair.
“So you don’t know what his injuries are yet?” Duke asks.
“No,” she croaks, tears slipping down her face.
I pull her into a hug and she cries softly against my chest. Please let him be okay. I can’t lose him, especially after the way things were left between us. I fight back my own tears as I rub gentle circles on Lizette’s back.
Beau stands and comes over to us.
“Hey, Tucker,” he murmurs and shakes my hand then introduces himself to Duke. “Hi, I’m Beau.”
“Duke.”
They shake hands.
It’s another half hour before a doctor comes looking for Dennis’ family. The doctor ushers us into a private little waiting room so that he can explain everything that’s going on. Apparently, Dennis is extremely lucky considering the nature of the crash. Usually head on collisions are more deadly than not. The doctor explains that Dennis received some lacerations on his face from the glass flying around, he has a concussion, severe bruising on his chest and waist from the seat belt, some bruising on his liver, a broken left ankle, and his prosthetic has been destroyed.
“If he had his leg, it would have been shattered by the engine block,” the doctor says. “So he got lucky in that regard. He’s going to have to spend a few days here so that we can keep an eye on him.”
“How long will he be in a cast with his ankle?” I ask, knowing that Dennis is going to have a fit about not being able to
With that, I grab my keys and walk out the door.
~ Chapter Eight ~
~ Tucker ~
I wake to my phone ringing. It’s still so weird to me that I can actually have the ringer on now. I glance at the clock. Four a.m. Who the hell is calling me at four in the morning? I fumble for my phone on the nightstand and try to focus on the name on the screen. Lizette. What the fuck? I quickly answer.
“Lizette? Are you okay?”
She sniffs. Obviously, she’s crying. “Tucker, I just got a call from Mt. Sinai Hospital a few minutes ago. Dennis has been in a bad car accident and is in serious condition. Beau and I are on our way over right now.”
I can’t breathe.
“Tucker? Did you hear me?” Lizette asks.
“Ye…yes. I’ll meet you there,” I manage to get out.
“Okay,” she croaks before hanging up.
I’m so confused right now. I didn’t even know that Dennis left the condo. I lurch into action, pulling on sweatpants and a T-shirt. I shove my feet into my shoes then barge into Duke’s room. He startles awake.
“What? What is it?” he asks, looking around frantically.
“Dennis was in a car accident. I need to get to the hospital. Can you drive me? I don’t think I can do it without getting myself into a car accident,” I say, my voice shaky.
“Shit! Yeah, let me get dressed.” Duke whips off his covers and starts pulling on clothes.
We’re out the door and on the way to the hospital in under five minutes.
“Did you know that Dennis left?” I ask Duke when we get into his car.
“Yeah, he said he just needed to get out for a little bit,” he replies.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I snap.
He glances over at me, giving me an incredulous look. “Seriously? Why would I tell you? He’s a big boy and can come and go as he pleases,” he snaps back at me.
I roughly scrub my hands over my face and make an aggravated noise. “You’re right. Sorry.”
Duke just hums his acceptance of my apology.
When we get to the hospital, Lizette and Beau are waiting in the ER waiting room. Lizette is pacing back and forth, her pregnant belly visible even with her coat on. Beau is sitting in a chair near her, his head resting in his hands as he leans forward, his elbows propped on his knees.
I rush over to Lizette. “Hey, any news?” I ask.
She stops her pacing and shakes her head. “Nothing other than that they are trying to stabilize him. It was a head on collision. Some asshole high on drugs hit him.”
“Goddammit,” I bite out and rake a hand through my hair.
“So you don’t know what his injuries are yet?” Duke asks.
“No,” she croaks, tears slipping down her face.
I pull her into a hug and she cries softly against my chest. Please let him be okay. I can’t lose him, especially after the way things were left between us. I fight back my own tears as I rub gentle circles on Lizette’s back.
Beau stands and comes over to us.
“Hey, Tucker,” he murmurs and shakes my hand then introduces himself to Duke. “Hi, I’m Beau.”
“Duke.”
They shake hands.
It’s another half hour before a doctor comes looking for Dennis’ family. The doctor ushers us into a private little waiting room so that he can explain everything that’s going on. Apparently, Dennis is extremely lucky considering the nature of the crash. Usually head on collisions are more deadly than not. The doctor explains that Dennis received some lacerations on his face from the glass flying around, he has a concussion, severe bruising on his chest and waist from the seat belt, some bruising on his liver, a broken left ankle, and his prosthetic has been destroyed.
“If he had his leg, it would have been shattered by the engine block,” the doctor says. “So he got lucky in that regard. He’s going to have to spend a few days here so that we can keep an eye on him.”
“How long will he be in a cast with his ankle?” I ask, knowing that Dennis is going to have a fit about not being able to
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