Nancy

My mother stroked my hair.

"That's what we told you, sweetheart. We don't know if he's okay or not because his mother didn't know either, as she was on her way to the hospital. She called us while driving with her husband there, so we don't have more information than that, darling. I'm sorry."

A part of me, the desperate and anxious part, wanted to know every detail of what happened and the state of my best friend's health, but my other part, the frightened one, the one filled with fear, told me horrible things, things like he wasn't okay and wouldn't be, things like he was in critical...