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Evan stood frozen, his breath hitching as something cool and delicate wrapped around his chest. He glanced down to find a slender, pale arm draped over him-skin so ghostly white it seemed almost translucent beneath the hospital's harsh fluorescent lights. Vibrant beaded bracelets adorned the wrist, their bright colors clashing against the deep bruises peeking out from underneath.
A soft, quivering voice broke the spell.
"T-thank you so much, sir..."
The words whispered against his back, trembling with emotion.
Evan turned sharply, heart pounding, only to be met with a pair of striking blue eyes, glossy with unshed tears. Mascara-streaked trails ran down her cheeks like ink bleeding onto paper, yet there was something warm-something familiar-about her presence. Then, the scent hit him. Sweet, floral... cherry blossoms. The same fragrance that had lingered in the air when he'd helped the distressed mother earlier.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cried, her voice rising with raw gratitude. "Without you, I'd still be stuck waiting in line! I don't know what I would've done!"
Evan let out a small, sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, it was nothing, really. I saw you had a baby, and I don't know. It just felt right to step in. It was kind of... liberating, actually." He smirked, a little surprised at the confession. "I'm just glad everyone actually listened and let you through."
Her expression softened, relief washing over her like a gentle tide. "Me too. Thanks to you, my baby is going to be okay."
He shook his head. "Nah, that's all thanks to the doctor. I just got you through the line."
"The doctor said he doesn't have any major internal injuries. Just a few stitches, and he'll be fine."
Evan exhaled slowly, "That's great. I can't even imagine how stressful that must've been."
As the tension between them eased, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a crisp business card, pressing it into his palm.
"I owe you one," she said with a grateful smile. "I'm a lawyer. If you ever find yourself in any kind of legal trouble, call me."
He glanced at the card: Karen Bridges, Attorney at Law.
"Got it," he said, slipping it into his pocket. "My name is Evan, by the way."
They exchanged goodbyes, and Evan headed outside to his truck.
"Wow, looks like I'm a popular guy today," Evan muttered to himself as he reached his truck and pulled out his phone.
His cracked screen flickered to life, revealing an onslaught of missed calls and texts. Over thirty messages, nearly fifty missed calls-most from family members desperately trying to reach his mom.
He scrolled through the chaos until one text caught his eye.
Babe, if you're dead, I'm going to kill you!
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Kyra.
Without hesitation, he tapped the call button. The line barely rang twice before her frantic voice burst through the speaker.
"Oh my God! Are you okay? You weren't answering! I was worried sick!"
Evan let out a tired chuckle. "Babe, I'm fine." He leaned against his truck door, letting his eyes drift shut for a moment. "Sorry I didn't answer. It's been absolute chaos over here."
"I can't believe there was an earthquake in Florida! That's insane! I saw the news, and my heart dropped. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Well-" He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "It's a little more complicated than that. My brother... We had to rush him to the hospital. My nephew as well."
The line fell silent for a moment. Then, her voice softened. "Oh my God... I'm so sorry. Have you heard anything?"
"Not much. Essiya is awake, the bleeding stopped, but... the hospital's overwhelmed. We're still waiting on a real update on my brother."
Kyra sighed, the worry evident in the way her breath hitched. "I wish I could be there for you."
He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "Me too."
They talked for a while longer, her voice a temporary anchor in the storm of his mind. But eventually, duty called.
"Babe, I gotta go. My mom needs my phone. She forgot hers at home."
"Okay," she said reluctantly. "Just... keep me posted, okay?"
"I will. Love you."
"Love you too."
Click.
As Evan made his way back toward the entrance, his steps felt heavier than before. His body ached, exhaustion weighing him down like wet cement. But just as he reached the hospital doors, a voice cut through the noise.
"Hey, kid!"
He turned, brows furrowing as he spotted a familiar figure leaning against a trash can, cigarette in hand.
The nurse. The one who had helped him get a room.
She took a long drag before flicking the cigarette away and straightening up. "Listen, I just wanted to say, I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. That was unprofessional." Her voice, though rough around the edges, held genuine remorse. "We're just... under a lot of stress right now."
Evan blinked, caught off guard. "Oh-uh, no, don't worry about it. If anything, I should be the one apologizing. It was rude of me to snap back." He hesitated before adding, "Thanks for helping me get my nephew and brother checked in so quickly."
A small smile tugged at her lips. "No problem, Mr... uh-" She glanced at her clipboard.
"Pettway. Evan Pettway."
She nodded. "Nice to officially meet you, Mr. Pettway."
"Nancy, right?" He gestured to her name tag.
"Yep."
They shook hands, and with that, she disappeared into the chaos once more.
Back inside, the weight of exhaustion was quickly replaced by dread as Evan stepped into his family's hospital room.
The moment the door swung open, a piercing wail shattered the air.
"Waaaaaahhh! I don't wanna, nooooo!"
Evan's stomach sank. His nephew, Essiya, was in full meltdown mode, his tiny face blotchy and wet with tears.
"What's going on?" Evan asked.
After handing his phone to his mother, Evan crouched beside the child, forcing a grin. "Hey now, little man. It's not that bad! Could be way worse."
Essiya shot him a watery glare. "Easy for you to say! Your big belly cushioned you from getting hurt!"
Evan snorted. "Damn, kid. That's cold."
"Essiya!" Mom scolded.
But Evan just laughed. "Alright, alright. Tell you what. If you keep crying, I'm gonna tell Kyra's sister that you're just a big ol' crybaby who's scared of a little scratch."
Essiya hiccupped, momentarily distracted. "No, you won't!"
"Try me."
Essiya's hands curled into tiny fists, his face crumpling as fresh tears spilled over his cheeks. "I want my daddy! Where's my daddy?" His cries echoed through the sterile hospital room.
Evan swallowed hard, his own nerves knotting in his stomach.
"Yeah, did the doctor say anything about Donovan?" he asked, his voice laced with an urgency that matched the storm brewing in his chest. The question hung in the air, thick with an unspoken dread.
His mother exhaled shakily, her grip tightening around Evan's phone. "He said he's not handling Donovan," she admitted, her voice cracking like fractured glass. "He said Dr. Gupta is handling it now due to It possibly being a... spinal injury."
The weight of those words sent a shiver through Evan. Spinal. The very thought carried a dark finality.
"He said Dr. Gupta will be in shortly with news."
Evan's stomach clenched. His mind reeled, suddenly flooded with the echoes of his childhood. Of Donovan laughing, throwing him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing, of late-night wrestling matches and whispered dares that always got them both in trouble.
Donovan, who had always been as steady as a rock, the one who never seemed to break. And now? The thought of his brother, lying somewhere in this hospital, fragile and uncertain, made his breath hitch.
He sank into a chair, his fingers threading through his hair as his mother turned her attention to Essiya. Her touch was gentle as she stroked his back, her voice a hushed whisper of comfort.
"Oh, so has anyone tried to call us?"
"Yeah," Evan nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Auntie, Grandpa, some cousins... family friends, too."
Her shoulders lifted with a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "I hope everyone's safe." She hesitated, then stood. "I'm going to step outside and make a few calls. Can you stay here with Essiya?"
"Yeah, of course," Evan said, straightening in his seat.
As his mother disappeared through the door, Essiya's voice broke through the quiet. "Is my dad gonna be okay?" His words were barely a whisper, yet they carried the weight of the world. His wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto Evan's, desperate for reassurance.
Evan's throat tightened. "He will," he said, even though he wasn't sure. "He's the strongest person I know. Stronger than me. Stronger than anybody."
Essiya clung to him like a lifeline, his little arms squeezing around Evan's neck, and Evan held him there, silent, rocking slightly. His back ached, his body sore from hours of standing, lifting, comforting. But this moment-this right here-was more important than anything else.
Essiya sniffled, rubbing at his face with the sleeve of his too-big hoodie. "Are... are the stitches gonna hurt?" His voice wavered, teetering on the edge of another breakdown.
Evan forced a grin, "Nah, the doctor will numb you up. You won't feel a thing."
Essiya's lip quivered. "You promise?"
"Of course!" Evan reassured him. "They'll just give you a good numbing shot, and-"
Essiya's entire body went rigid. His eyes widened in sheer horror.
"S...shot? Nooo!"
A wail tore from his throat as he launched into hysterics, tears spilling faster, his arms flailing in panic.
Evan's stomach sank.
Shit, I shouldn't have said that
He winced as Essiya's cries filled the room again, louder than before, drawing sympathetic glances from passing nurses.
Well... that backfired.
The crying was short-lived, though, as a knock sounded at the door.
Evan stood quickly, heart lurching as Dr. Gupta stepped inside. The look on his face didn't give anything away-not reassurance, not dread. Just professionalism. Just the mask that came with bad news and the routine of delivering it.
"Hello, everyone. I have an update on Donovan Honesty."
The room seemed to tilt slightly. Evan's world narrowed to the space between him and the doctor.
"Is he okay?" Evan asked, his voice barely audible.
Dr. Gupta folded his hands, his voice calm and measured. "He sustained blunt force trauma to the back of the head and neck. There is also evidence of possible spinal damage."
Evan felt the words crash against him like a wave. He swallowed, but it felt like shards of glass scraping down his throat.
"Is it bad? Doc, tell me he's going to be okay."
"At this moment," Gupta said carefully, "we can't say for sure. He needs specialized spinal care. We're transferring him to a trauma center in Miami. He'll be in surgery within the next twenty-four hours."
Evan's mind spun. Spinal damage. Specialized care. Surgery.
"For now, we're transferring Essiya to another room to treat his gash," Dr. Gupta continued as the door opened, a nurse rolling in a stretcher.
Essiya's face crumpled the moment he saw it. "No! No, I don't wanna go!" Tears welled in his wide, fearful eyes, his small hands gripping Evan's sleeve.
Dr. Gupta turned back to Evan. "You can wait in the waiting room. It shouldn't take longer than an hour."
The words barely registered as Evan pried Essiya's fingers from his arm, watching helplessly as the nurse guided him onto the stretcher. His cries echoed in the hallway as they wheeled him away.
A few moments after they disappeared, Mom reappeared, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for answers that weren't there.
"Where's Essiya? What did the doctor say?" she asked, her breath uneven.
Evan swallowed against the lump in his throat, forcing himself to repeat the doctor's words, though each syllable felt like a betrayal. Nothing he said could offer the comfort she needed Because there was no comfort, only waiting.
The Waiting Room
Time stretched unbearably in the waiting room, each second dragging like an anchor tied to Evan's chest. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed incessantly, casting everything in an artificial glow that made the exhaustion settling into his bones feel even heavier. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing with the low murmur of voices and the occasional distant cry of a patient in another room.
Evan shifted in his chair, restless. Every passing nurse sent a jolt of anticipation through him.
news, it had to be news.
but the updates never came. Anxiety gnawed at him.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Nurse Nancy approached, her face calm but unreadable. Beside him, Mom straightened, gripping the edge of her seat.
"Alright, everything went smoothly," the nurse assured, offering a small, professional smile. She handed Mom a plastic bag filled with medication and gauze. "Instructions are inside. Expect an update on Donovan within 24 to 48 hours. Thank you for your patience."
Evan let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Not relief, just something to fill the space between panic and exhaustion.
Mom muttered a quiet "thank you" before standing, her movements stiff with fatigue. Evan followed suit, and together, they made their way toward the exit, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on them like an invisible force.
The Drive Home
The night air was sharp, cool against Evan's skin. It smelled like rain and asphalt and something else-something like change. He climbed into the passenger seat beside his mom. Neither of them spoke. The tires hummed on the road like a lullaby with no melody, just sound.
When they pulled into the driveway, the house looked strange. The porch light was still on, casting soft yellow over the rubble in the yard. A chair had been knocked over. The screen door hung slightly ajar.
The inside was worse.
Blankets and broken plates littered the floor. The dining table sat askew. A trail of muddy footprints marked where the paramedics had rushed through.
No one cleaned up.
No one spoke.
His mother carried Essiya upstairs without a word, disappearing into the quiet of the hallway like a ghost.
Evan didn't follow her.
He stood there, lost in the wreckage, before finally turning and heading up to his room.
He barely made it to the bed before collapsing into it, shoes still on, arms sprawled wide.
He reached for his phone, his fingers hovering over Kyra's name before finally typing out a message:
No update yet. Still waiting.
As soon as he sent it, the adrenaline that had kept him going all night finally crashed, leaving behind an empty, gnawing exhaustion. His head sank into the pillow, but sleep didn't come easily.
Instead, his mind replayed everything. The fear in Essiya's eyes, Mom's trembling hands, Donovan's unmoving body on that stretcter.
What if he never walks again? What if-
Evan squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't go there. Not yet.
His last thought before exhaustion finally pulled him under was a silent prayer.
A prayer for his brother. A prayer for hope.
A prayer that morning would bring good news.
Waking to the roar of a vacuum cleaner, its incessant drone pierced through his dreams like an unwelcome alarm, forcing Evan to abandon the comforting embrace of sleep. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, the remnants of slumber clinging to him like a stubborn fog refusing to lift. With a deep, satisfying stretch, he shook off the fatigue that had settled in his bones, a leaden weight that threatened to anchor him to the mattress.
As he sat up, the chaotic aftermath of his room greeted him. A battlefield of clothes and scattered belongings that mirrored the turmoil swirling in his mind. He stood at the threshold of his room, the sight of clothes strewn about and remnants of old takeout containers making his chest tighten, as though the chaos was a living thing that threatened to swallow him whole.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he trudged to the bathroom, seeking the solace of a moment's relief. The bathroom, too, was a war zone-bottles toppled and toothbrushes askew. Yet as he surveyed the disorder, a flicker of determination ignited within him, a tiny flame in the midst of chaos. The small task of restoring order felt like a rebellion against the turmoil outside, a way to reclaim control.
Once the bathroom was clean, he steeled himself for the daunting task that lay ahead-his room. Overwhelmed by the sheer volume of disarray, he decided to tackle it piece by piece, hoping to find some semblance of peace amidst the storm.
Just like training for a marathon
he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.
Except this time, there's no finish line, only a pile of dirty laundry.
"Evan!" His mother's voice pierced through the haze of his thoughts.
"Yes?" he called back.
"Could you come downstairs and help me with this?"
With a sigh, he made his way down the stairs, each step echoing in his ears like the ticking clock of an impending challenge. Rounding the corner, he found his mother struggling with a large bookshelf that had toppled over in the earthquake, its contents strewn across the floor like fallen soldiers.
"Could you help me lift this?" she asked, her tone both hopeful and strained.
"Sure thing, Captain Chaos," Evan replied, bending at the knees and preparing to hoist the heavy structure back into place. "Do you have a map for this expedition, or are we just winging it?"
"Lift with your knees!" Essiya chuckled from the couch, his lightness a momentary distraction from the wreckage around them as he settled into a bowl of cereal.
Once the bookshelf was upright, his mom began gathering the scattered books. "I've got it from here," she assured him, waving him off as he turned to retreat upstairs, ready to continue the cleanup.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, her voice called out again, "Hey, don't you have a flight to Ohio tomorrow?"
"Technically, yes," he admitted, uncertainty creeping into his voice like shadows lengthening at dusk. "As long as it's not canceled because of the earthquake. But after this whole mess, I don't know if I'm going."
She walked over to him with her brows knitted together as she leaned on closely, the warmth in her gaze cutting through the tension. "Oh, snickerdoodle, no!" she exclaimed, her voice rising with urgency. "You should go. You need a break, especially after everything that happened yesterday." The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a hint of a smile. "It's been almost a year since you've seen Kyra. Imagine the joy when you finally embrace her again."
"Yeah..." He scratched the back of his head, his fingers tangling in his hair as he stared at the floor. "But you need help cleaning up... and Donovan. It just doesn't feel right."
"Oh, now don't you worry about me," she reassured him, her grip warm and reassuring as she placed a hand on his shoulder, her eyes meeting his with unwavering confidence. "I'll have you handle all the heavy lifting today and clean up the rubble outside. Then I can manage the rest. Plus, Donovan would want you to go. You staying here isn't going to help him heal any faster."
"Yeah, right... but when he wakes up, I want to be here for him," Evan murmured, torn between duty and desire, a tightrope stretched between two worlds.
"I understand, sweetheart. Whatever you choose is the right choice. Just don't feel like you can't go because of Bubby."
"Okay, I'll think about it," he conceded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.
"Now, if you do end up going, make sure you clean your room. Lord knows I'm not stepping foot in there; I probably couldn't tell the difference between the mess before and after the earthquake!" she joked, a playful smile illuminating her face.
"Yeah, because that's just the kind of vacation my room needs. An archaeological dig," Evan shot back, rolling his eyes at her teasing.
Returning upstairs, he resumed his battle against the chaos. As he cleaned, he finally reached his TV and computer, a wave of dread washing over him like a tidal wave. "Oh please, God, don't be broken. I wouldn't be able to replace either for months," he pleaded silently.
With careful hands, he rearranged the TV stand, untangling the web of cords that had become a chaotic mess. Heart racing, he hooked everything back up and turned it on, his breath held in suspense as if he were waiting for a magician to reveal the trick.
Boop boop beep
"Oh, thank God!" Evan exclaimed, relief flooding through him.
Settling down, Evan launched his game, hoping to distract himself from the whirlwind of worry spinning in his mind. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts like a siren's call.
Message received from Kyra
Evan's pulse quickened as he unlocked his phone. The notification from Kyra was a lifeline amidst the chaos, and opening her message brought him a sense of calm.
"Hey, love. How are you holding up?"
It's tough, Kyra. Just waiting to hear back from the doctors. I feel so helpless. I wish I could be there for my brother right now.
Her response was almost immediate, each word a testament to the warmth she exuded.
I can't imagine what you're going through, Evan. But I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'm just a text away.
A lump formed in his throat as he read her message. Her empathy was palpable.
I really appreciate that. It's just been a rollercoaster, you know? Not knowing what's going to happen next...
Take it one moment at a time, baby. Your brother is strong, and so are you. All you can do is be there for him when he needs you. And I'll be here for you every step of the way.
Evan exhaled deeply, feeling the weight on his shoulders lighten just a little. Her words were a beacon, guiding him through the storm.
Thank you, Kyra. Really. Just hearing from you helps more than you know.
I just wish I could be there to hold you, Evan. I know how much family means to you. And you mean the world to me.
His heart swelled, warmth spreading through him. The sincerity in her words touched him deeply.
I wish you were here too. Your presence always makes everything better.
Kyra's response came swiftly, her affection radiating through the screen.
Well, I'm sending you the biggest hug right now. Imagine I'm right there, holding you tight.
A small smile tugged at Evan's lips as he closed his eyes, picturing her arms around him.
-I can feel it. And it helps. A lot.
-Good. Because I care about you so much. You deserve every bit of comfort and love, especially now.
Evan's chest tightened, a mix of gratitude and longing swirling within him.
You're amazing, babe. Thank you for being here for me.
Always, Evan. Just remember, you're not alone in this. I'm right here, cheering you on.
His phone buzzed again, her message making his heart skip a beat.
And when things settle down, I want to be there for you in person. We can talk, laugh, and just be together. Like we always do.
Evan's resolve solidified, a decision forming in his mind. He needed to be near her, to feel her comforting presence.
You know what, Kyra? I think I need that, too. I want to see you. Be with you.
Her response was immediate, a burst of joy and love.
Then come. I'll be here, waiting with open arms. You deserve all the comfort and love in the world.
Evan exhaled, his heart lighter than it had been in days. Her kindness, her unwavering support-they were everything he needed.
I will. I promise. Thank you for being you, Kyra. You're incredible.
Her final message was a gentle, loving reminder of what awaited him.
I'm here whenever you need me, babe. Always.
Evan let his phone rest on his chest, the tension in his body replaced by a sense of peace and anticipation. With Kyra by his side, he knew he could face anything.
Tomorrow, he'd be on a plane.
Tomorrow, he'd finally have her in his arms.
And neither of them would be holding back.
As the night wore on, he couldn't help but let excitement envelop him. Yet, despite the exhilarating thrill coursing through him, Evan felt the weight of the day pressing down on him. He had accomplished a lot, yet the anticipation of tomorrow's journey and the emotional rollercoaster of the day had left him feeling drained.
Finally, as the clock ticked closer to midnight, he took a deep breath and sent one last message, "Goodnight, Kyra. I can't wait to see you."
As he set his phone down, he felt a wave of determination wash over him. Tomorrow would be a turning point, a moment where fantasy and reality collided in the most intoxicating way. He could already envision the look in her eyes, the way she would welcome him, and the explosion of passion that would follow, enveloping them in a cocoon of love and desire.
He closed his eyes, smiling. Let himself believe, for a moment, that tomorrow could bring peace.
Then his phone rang.
Private Number.
He almost ignored it.
Almost.
"Hello?"
A strange voice answered, low and cold. "Do not take your flight tomorrow, Mr. Pettway. Stay in Florida."
Evan straightened, heart slamming. "Who the hell is this?"
"I repeat. Do not get on that plane. If you care about your family, you'll listen."
"Is this Kyra's ex?!" he snapped. "How did you get my number?!"
But the line had already gone dead.
He stared at his screen. No missed call. No trace it had ever happened.
Evan's heart raced. Something shifted in the air. Something he couldn't name.
Tomorrow had felt like a new beginning.
Now it felt like a warning.
Lying there, a mix of anger, confusion, and unease washed over him. Who could that be? How did they know about his flight?
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