Double Trama, stat

Abigail and I were wheeled into the hospital, each of us taken into our individual trauma rooms. The ER staff hustled around the two of us, calling in trauma doctors. No one knew what happened. One of the paramedics that brought us in told the staff that the sheriff had came upon us and called in the incident. The hospital staff went to work on each of us. They knew Abigail was pregnant, so they called down an ob/gyn as well. They looked in my medical chart and found Bianca's number to call it, knowing already that Dante was Abigail's emergency contact. They ran a CT Scan on me, finding out I'd had a minor heart attack, more like a stress attack. They wheeled me into a room for observation, doing the same with Abigail after finishing with her in the OR.

Dante had driven to the hospital. I know I wouldn't have even been able to think to drive Jackson's 'Stang, but I wasn't even really thinking about that right now. I wasn't even thinking about anything, except for Jackie and A... I ran into the emergency room with Dante beside me. "I need to see my husband. He was brought in a little while ago. He had a stress attack." The nurse knew me, because I'd been there a few times having lunch with A, so she knew who my husband was and told me what room he was in. I looked back at Dante, biting my lip and running off to find Jackson.

I came into the room and found him lying on the bed, asleep. Walking in, I kicked off my shoes and laid down with him on the bed, being careful not to hurt him in anyway. I really had no clue what had happened to him, but he was alive and he seemed ok. I wouldn't know until I spoke with a doctor, but for right now, I just wanted to lay here with him and forget this night ever happened... and what I did.

I rushed inside with Bianca, getting the room number without even having to ask before rushing off. I gave Bianca one last glance before I was away from her. I came to Abby's room, stopping and letting out a shaky breath. The nurse said the doctor would be with me soon and left so I decided to go in and actually see my wife. But it was hard... it hurt even. Seeing her like that. I sat down in the chair next to her, scared to touch her, in fear of hurting her. She had a bandage on her head, and most of her was black and blue. My hurt ached and I decided grabbing her hand couldn't possibly hurt her. I gently grabbed it, kissing the top of it. I felt so much guilt. She was fighting for her life and I was kissing her best friend. "I'm sorry, Abby." I whispered, sighing as I leaned my head on her hand.