The Death Of A Car Accident
“Scarlett Collins? She was involved in a car accident. I’m her husband, Charlie Collins. Can I see her please?”
The lady at the desk searched for her on the computer and once she told me the room, my feet launched down the corridors until I reached the ward she was on.
She lay there, her small face pale and I could see that the accident had left her with cuts and scratches. I walked in and reached for her hand. The doctor came in a few minutes later and sat beside me.
“Your wife, Scarlett, hit her head during the car accident and is being kept in a comatose state, as her CT showed intracranial haemorrhaging. This just allows the brain to heal itself as the swelling subsides.”
Her words evaporated into the air. I couldn’t stop looking at Scarlett. I forced myself to focus on the doctor’s words again, tears forming in my eyes. I turned to the doctor as she got up from her chair. “Thank you,” I said, feeling my voice crack as I turned to look at Scarlett again.
Once the doctor had left, I kissed Scarlett’s forehead and caressed her cheek. She looked so peaceful but I was in turmoil: I had no clue where or what I would be without her. I pulled the chair