Broken Bad Boy novel Chapter 4

PERCIE

Fifteen months ago…

We were in an accident. My ears still tingled from the silence after the impact. 

I couldn’t move. Emma was pressed against me. 

“E-Em?” I coughed. My voice trembled. “Em?” My throat choked up. 

She didn’t respond. She didn’t move. 

I wanted to shake her badly, but I was so weak to do so. I smelled blood. It rolled down my temple to my face and neck. 

The smoke started to sting my nostrils. 

I started to hear noises from outside the car. The commotion escalated. 

The sirens of the ambulance resounded. 

Although my eyes were blurry, I whirled my gaze around and saw a bunch of heads surrounding us and the flashes of lights. 

I thought I was okay.

I could still remember the paramedics who arrived and took me from the collision. Unfortunately, Emma wasn’t. I was still shaking with fear with what happened and for Emma.

They brought us to the hospital by separate ambulance. Even if I wanted to refuse and go with Emma instead, I didn’t have the strength. 

All I wanted right was for her to be okay. I wanted to scream out these indescribable feelings—rage, fear, despair as it all came back to my senses, but my voice came out a pitiful cry.

“Emma?” My parents came rushing to where the bed I laid in. 

“Mom. I'm sorry,” I told them about Emma. They left and never came back. 

I still didn’t know anything about Emma’s condition. They had to drug me when I struggled to go down from my bed to check up on her, and the drug didn’t help me.

“How’s she? The girl was with me?” I asked the doctor about Emma, and it was not good news. I felt the world fell onto me. 

I wouldn’t wonder why none of them came back. They blamed. Well, I would take the fall even if they had to hate me. That was the punishment I had to endure for the rest of my life. 

I almost killed Emma. They discharged me after twenty-four hours of observation.

***

Emma had been in a coma for three days. After the CT scan and MRI results, Emma had a spinal cord injury. Something about her T6 paraplegia or SCI T6 paraplegia. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound good. One thing I was sure of, she had paralysis and wouldn’t be ever to walk for the rest of her life. 

She was still unconscious. The next time I peeped in her door, they removed the tube, and she was breathing with the help of the oxygen. Still, there were so many things attached to her that looked scary.