Post by ashton on Jan 1, 2011 19:57:12 GMT -8
Ashton Tymon Reges
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It had been a long, hard day and Ash wanted nothing more than to kick back and relax. The weather was awful. The bitter cold winds that lashed at the trees, bushes and people as they walked and the unforgiving rain that seemed relentless as it beat down mercilessly. The temperature must have dropped below freezing at some point, because there was ice on the road, making driving pretty much a death sentence. There had been quite a few accidents on the road, from what the reports on the TV had said.
Ash was currently in a local coffee shop, sitting as far away from everyone else as possible. He wanted privacy, so he sat in a small booth and read, while drinking his new cold hot chocolate. Today certainly hadn't been a good day. Some people had told Ash that with time, he would heal. Well, it had been over two years, and he still felt like it had happened yesterday. Without thinking, he lightly began to trace the outline of his scar on his right side. It was long and jagged, since it was cut from a hunting knife and had been deep at the time. It was a daily reminder of what happened.
Ash was startled when he cell began to vibrate in his pocket. He grabbed it and checked the number, frowning it when he recognized the number as the one from the hospital. He gingerly pressed the accept button and placed the cell to his ear. "H-hello?" he asked, voice shaking slightly.
"Is this Mr. Reges?" It was a feminine voice.
"Yes. Why? What's wrong?" Ash was beginning to become very worried now. He nibbled on his lower lip as he waited for the woman to reply.
"This is Doctor Daniels. I'm calling from Royal Hope Hospital. I have some very bad news about your Grandmother."
He froze, holding his breath for the inevitable news.
"Well, her health, as you know, has been up and down and right now, she is currently in hospital. She is stable, however, she is also very ill. We are keeping her monitored all through the night, and we can only hope she survives."
His world shattered. He couldn't breath, couldn't think, couldn't speak. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. "Mr. Reges? Are you still there?" The doctor's voice jerked me out of my intital shock.
"Um...yeah." This couldn't be happening. Not this. He would wish for anything but this. A tear escaped from his eye and trickled down his cheek.
"Mr. Reges, we are doing everything we can. I am very sorry to give you this very bad news, but as next of kin, you should know. We shall call if there are any developments." The phone clicked, and the call ended. However, none of this registered in his mind.
A few more tears trickled down his cheeks, which were soon followed by more and more until he was crying silently. He sat there, staring straight ahead. This happened to other people, not him. This couldn't be happening to him, because, well, he'd already been through enough. This would surely tip him over the edge, one he had been so close to for so long.