Authors: M.E. Carter
Juked
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Juked
Copyright © 2015 by M.E. Carter
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This book is dedicated to the millions of custodial grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, etc, who take on the responsibility of a child, asking nothing in return. I’m right there in the thick of it with you. From one guardian to another… you’re amazing.
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his can’t be happening
I think as I run through the hospital parking lot.
Not my baby sister. Not Sarah.
I race through the sliding doors and up to the counter, interrupting someone talking to the nurse at the check-in desk.
“I’m looking for my sister, Sarah. Sarah Watson. Someone called me and said she’d been in an accident. I’m her sister, Quincy.”
I can feel how wide my eyes are and how rapidly I’m breathing, but I can’t calm down. I haven’t spoken to Sarah in seven months. Seven months since we’d gotten in a fight about her dropping out of college.
She’d wanted to take some classes and get a job as an administrative assistant. I told her she was crazy to throw away the college education Dad had wanted her to have and all of the credits she had already earned. She was only twenty then, so I’d tried to strong-arm her. I used guilt. Dad had left that money to her in his will for her to get a college degree, not go to some vocational program. She had plenty of time to get into the work force later. I’d hung up on her as I raced out the door that day. In typical Watson woman fashion, neither one of us bothered to call the other one back.
Now here I am, frantically trying to get to her after a major accident on I-10.
“Excuse me just a minute,” the nurse says to the person I had shoved out of the way. Turning to me with kind eyes and a calming voice, she says, “Take a deep breath, and I’ll help you find her. Who called you?”
“Um, I don’t know his name,” I say, trying hard to think but not able to get my brain to stop spinning. “He was a police officer. He said she was in an accident and was being brought here.”
“When was this?”
“Just a few minutes ago.” I look down at my phone. “Oh. I… I guess it was a little over an hour ago.”
She smiles at me. “Okay. What is her name again? And can you describe her?”
I spend the next couple of minutes answering questions about Sarah while the nurse types the information into her computer: five-foot, four inches tall, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, twenty years old.
“Are you her next of kin?”
I nod with tears in my eyes. “Our dad died a few years ago. I’m all she has left.”
She smiles at me with the same look of pity I’ve seen a million times at having lost Dad. Usually it irritates me, but not right now. Right now I need to know Sarah is all right.
“Miss Watson. I’m going to take you to a family waiting room and let the treating physician know you’re here”
I nod silently and follow her to a little room around the corner of the main waiting room. It looks dirty compared to the sterile white everywhere else. Beige chairs, beige walls, beige Berber carpet that should have been replaced years ago, worn from where worried people have paced.
“I’ll let the doctor know you’re here,” she says and closes the door behind her.
I sit. And wait. Maybe it’s a few seconds, maybe it’s a few hours. I’m not sure. When you’re waiting to find out the fate of your only loved one, time seems to break all its own rules.
A sharp knock at the door breaks my train of thought. Or my lack of train of thought. I’m not sure which it is actually.
The doctor walks in, and I stand. At least I’m assuming he’s the doctor, since he’s wearing blue scrubs. He’s tall, blond. Your stereotypical frat boy turned medical professional. He introduces himself as Dr. Ballard and gets right down to business.
“Your sister was in a massive car accident. I don’t know what happened—you’ll have to ask the police for details—but she suffered severe trauma. Her skull was fractured, and she had substantial internal injuries. The EMTs on the scene administered CPR and were able to keep her alive until she got here, and we took over.”
I suck in a breath and my heart drops. I know where this is going, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I thought waiting to find out what happened was bad, but I change my mind. I’d rather wait. I can wait.
Please just leave, and I’ll wait
.
He continues. “She was given three transfusions to replace the blood she lost, and we attempted to stabilize her enough to get her to surgery. Unfortunately, her injuries were so severe, there was nothing we could do. I’m sorry, Miss Watson. She didn’t make it.”
I collapse into the chair, stifling a scream with my hand. The tears streak down my face uncontrollably.
My sister.
My baby sister.
The only family I have left is… dead, and the last thing I said to her was that she was being stupid and careless.
The guilt eats away at me as I try to process what the doctor has said.
Sarah is gone. My beautiful, bright-eyed baby sister, whose dream was to travel and immerse herself in cultures around the world, is…
gone
.
He clears his throat and only then do I realize the doctor is still in the room. “The good news is your nephew is perfectly fine. He has a few bruises from the car seat straps, but otherwise, you can take him home tonight.”
Wait, what?
“I don’t have a nephew,” I say, certain he’s gotten me mixed up with someone else.
Could that mean he has Sarah mixed up with someone else? Is it possible she’s still alive?
Hope flairs in my chest until he speaks again, cocking his head at me. “Are you sure? Her purse was retrieved at the scene. His birth certificate was inside. Sarah Watson is your sister, right?”
I nod, growing more confused by the minute.
“I take it you didn’t know she had a baby?”
I shake my head. “We haven’t spoken in over seven months. We. . . we had a fight,” I murmur.
“Ah,” he says with understanding. “Well then, I guess congratulations are in order. His name is Chance Michael Watson, and he’s a little over two months old.”
I stare at him blankly. My mind is spinning. Sarah has a two-month-old son? That means she would have been about four months pregnant when I last talked to her.
Why didn’t she tell me?
Suddenly, the last conversation we ever had makes more sense. Sarah didn’t want to drop out of school because she was flaking out. She’d been trying to do the right thing. She was pregnant and probably scared. And she was definitely too scared to tell me. Too scared to tell me because when Mom up and left when she was seven, I had taken over as the mother of the house. She was too scared to tell me because she knew I would have passed judgment and told her how disappointed I was in her.