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condition to get up yet.” Her voice is kind, almost grandmotherly.
I don’t fight her as she tucks me back under the covers. “What happened?” I ask.
“You were involved in a car accident,” she explains.
“Is anyone hurt?” I ask, panic rising inside me. A flashback rips through my thoughts: Stace and Kara laughing in the backseat. I’d just picked them up from a party.
Oh God, no.
“My sister,” I say, struggling to sit up again. “I need to see my sister.”
“Shh, Mr. Waite, your sister is okay. She has some cuts and bruises and a broken leg, but she’s okay.”
Relief washes through me, but it’s short-lived when I remember Kara.
“What about my cousin?” I ask. “Kara?”
The nurse hesitates. “We don’t know the full extent of her injuries yet. They’re not life-threatening,” she assures me.
“What does that mean, not life threatening?” I ask, panic rising in my voice. “Is she okay?”
“I’ll get the doctor to come in and speak to you,” she says, not meeting my eyes.
Oh god, something is seriously wrong, or she’d fucking tell me something. She rushes out of the room. I rest my head back on my pillows and try to think of more clues over what happened. I remember Stace calling me. I’d been drinking, but she needed my help so I went and got them. After that, everything is fuzzy.
I open my eyes after dozing for most of the afternoon just as Mom and Dad walk into the room. I brace myself for what I know is going to be an angry conversation, but first, I’m determined to get answers about Kara.
“How are the girls?” I ask, bypassing the pleasantries.
Dad sits down, his expression sour. “Like you really give a damn about either of them.”
I sigh and close my eyes. “Yell at me all you like, but tell me how they are first. Please .”
“Stace will be fine. She’ll be in hospital for a while, but she’s okay. She ruptured her spleen and had to have surgery to remove it and to fix a broken leg.”
Fuck. I can’t stand the thought of her being in pain because of me.
“And Kara?” I’m nervous, because I’m not sure I can handle hearing anymore bad news. What if it’s really bad? He and Mom exchange glances. I narrow my eyes. “Tell me.”
“She fractured her spine and probably won’t walk again.”
My heart races. I lay my head back, overwhelmed with emotion. I’ve ruined her life. I’ve fucked up everything.
“I’ve ruined everything,” I mutter, closing my eyes.
Neither of them speak for a moment, which just makes my anxiety worse. Finally, Dad clears his throat.
“We can make this all go away.”
I let out a laugh. Does he think that’s what I want? And there’s no way the media isn’t going to get ahold of this. I’m angry with myself and I’m angry with them . They’re trying to do the good parenting thing and visit their son in hospital, but I can see it on their faces: they don’t want to be here. All my disappointments together don’t come close to topping this one. I’ve proved what my parents have thought all along.
I’m fucking useless.
“How?” I say, anger pulsing through me. I’m so damn angry with myself. I could have killed them. I promised Stace I’d always be there to look after her, and then I pull a stupid move like this.
“You agree to go to rehab and get yourself fixed, and this whole mess will go away.”
“People deserve to know—”
“Why?” he interrupts, his eyes darkening. He has no sympathy for me at all. Not that I blame him. I deserve everything I get. “What’s that going to achieve? You want to help Kara? Stop this from happening again.”
“And how do Stace and Kara feel about this? And Uncle Dan?” I ask. “She won’t walk again because of me .”
“They all want what’s best for you,” Dad says quietly. “Think about it, Saxon. If you won’t do this for yourself, do it for your sister.”
I scowl at him. How dare he drag her into this. Of course I’m going to do
I don’t fight her as she tucks me back under the covers. “What happened?” I ask.
“You were involved in a car accident,” she explains.
“Is anyone hurt?” I ask, panic rising inside me. A flashback rips through my thoughts: Stace and Kara laughing in the backseat. I’d just picked them up from a party.
Oh God, no.
“My sister,” I say, struggling to sit up again. “I need to see my sister.”
“Shh, Mr. Waite, your sister is okay. She has some cuts and bruises and a broken leg, but she’s okay.”
Relief washes through me, but it’s short-lived when I remember Kara.
“What about my cousin?” I ask. “Kara?”
The nurse hesitates. “We don’t know the full extent of her injuries yet. They’re not life-threatening,” she assures me.
“What does that mean, not life threatening?” I ask, panic rising in my voice. “Is she okay?”
“I’ll get the doctor to come in and speak to you,” she says, not meeting my eyes.
Oh god, something is seriously wrong, or she’d fucking tell me something. She rushes out of the room. I rest my head back on my pillows and try to think of more clues over what happened. I remember Stace calling me. I’d been drinking, but she needed my help so I went and got them. After that, everything is fuzzy.
I open my eyes after dozing for most of the afternoon just as Mom and Dad walk into the room. I brace myself for what I know is going to be an angry conversation, but first, I’m determined to get answers about Kara.
“How are the girls?” I ask, bypassing the pleasantries.
Dad sits down, his expression sour. “Like you really give a damn about either of them.”
I sigh and close my eyes. “Yell at me all you like, but tell me how they are first. Please .”
“Stace will be fine. She’ll be in hospital for a while, but she’s okay. She ruptured her spleen and had to have surgery to remove it and to fix a broken leg.”
Fuck. I can’t stand the thought of her being in pain because of me.
“And Kara?” I’m nervous, because I’m not sure I can handle hearing anymore bad news. What if it’s really bad? He and Mom exchange glances. I narrow my eyes. “Tell me.”
“She fractured her spine and probably won’t walk again.”
My heart races. I lay my head back, overwhelmed with emotion. I’ve ruined her life. I’ve fucked up everything.
“I’ve ruined everything,” I mutter, closing my eyes.
Neither of them speak for a moment, which just makes my anxiety worse. Finally, Dad clears his throat.
“We can make this all go away.”
I let out a laugh. Does he think that’s what I want? And there’s no way the media isn’t going to get ahold of this. I’m angry with myself and I’m angry with them . They’re trying to do the good parenting thing and visit their son in hospital, but I can see it on their faces: they don’t want to be here. All my disappointments together don’t come close to topping this one. I’ve proved what my parents have thought all along.
I’m fucking useless.
“How?” I say, anger pulsing through me. I’m so damn angry with myself. I could have killed them. I promised Stace I’d always be there to look after her, and then I pull a stupid move like this.
“You agree to go to rehab and get yourself fixed, and this whole mess will go away.”
“People deserve to know—”
“Why?” he interrupts, his eyes darkening. He has no sympathy for me at all. Not that I blame him. I deserve everything I get. “What’s that going to achieve? You want to help Kara? Stop this from happening again.”
“And how do Stace and Kara feel about this? And Uncle Dan?” I ask. “She won’t walk again because of me .”
“They all want what’s best for you,” Dad says quietly. “Think about it, Saxon. If you won’t do this for yourself, do it for your sister.”
I scowl at him. How dare he drag her into this. Of course I’m going to do
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