A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 61

My heart sank like the titanic after she said he was involved in a crash and my whole mood change.

"He was taken to the hospital and has been there since." she finished, bringing me out of my thoughts to focus on her.

"Where is he now?!" I asked, barely holding my trembling voice together. 

I saw Aaron stare at me from the corner of my eyes with worried eyes and I knew he had heeded my warning and wasn't listening to this call. However, judging from the quietness I got from behind, I wasn't sure the same could be said for those seated in the back seat. 

"Saint Louis General hospital," she replied and my brain did a mental location of the hospital and realise it addressed was at Beverly Hills. 

I nodded. "I'm on my way." I ended the call and turned to look at Aaron. 

"Where?" he asked, not waiting for the rest of the story. He must have placed his conclusion based on the change my expression took and realized I needed to be somewhere.

He just saved me a lot of stress with words. 

"Saint Louis General Hospital, Beverly Hills," I answered and without another word, he turned the car around and drove in the hospital's direction. 

We got there after six hours' drive, and I got down and raced inside. I didn't look back at Zion because I knew he was in safe hands. I ran into the hospital reception with a heavily beating heart and approached the nurse behind the counter having the name tag Rose. She was writing something down in the book before her, but as soon as she saw me; she dropped the pen and gave me her undivided attention.

"Good day," I greeted, despite my desperation.

"Good day, ma'am. What can I do for you?" she asked. 

"I'm looking for my brother. His name is Lionel Adams. He was involved in a car crash and was brought in here last night."

"Okay, hold on a bit," she said politely and while I waited, Aaron came to stand beside me. "He's in ward C, down the ICU hall to the left."

"Thank you," I told her and hurried my legs in the direction she just told me. 

I came to ward C and pushed it open. The room was a medium-sized room painted white with a heart monitor on the left side of the bed close to the window and a drip hanging on an iron stand close to the right side of the bed. Lionel was on the bed with a bandage around his head and a cast covering up his arm. His face appeared pale and swollen and his lips busted open, and I was certain it was from the impact of the crash. A woman I didn't know stood beside him in bed, and I was certain she must have been the one who picked up the call hours ago. 

"That can't be true. I saw someone, a guy in a black shirt and red hair. I was not in any drug, neither am I making it up," he said, his eyes staring into mine, hoping I believe him.

My hand tightened around his. "I believe you. We will get to the bottom of this, I promise." 

"The police thought Lionel could have been under the influence, but the test they ran showed that he wasn't. He's in sound mind, but they can't prove his theory without evidence. That's what I came in to tell him before you came in." She explained and then turned to pat Lionel's head tenderly. 

"I thought I was going to die... Perhaps my time is near." he trailed off and I took his hand into mine. 

"Listen to me, Lionel, you will not die, not now, not soon. We need you here with us. Zion needs you, I need you and you still have a long way to go with us." he nodded slowly, and I kissed the back of his hand. 

"Zion is okay, isn't he?" 

"He is. He's outside," I answered, not including those who he was with. I would reveal everything to him in its time. "I will get a phone before going home and I will send you the number, so you will have it," I said and then lifted my head so my attention fixed on Shamsi, who had gone quiet. "Thank you."

She shrugged. "It's what I would have done for anyone. Luckily, he isn't anyone, which makes it even better." She said and smiled down at him.