In a blur of panicked moments, the boy was wheeled off into the emergency room. I was left behind in the waiting room. I don't even know his name.
With that thought, reality started setting back in. What was I doing here? The hospital had him now. They'd take care of him. She should get back home...
No. Sometimes, you have to do what you have to do. And someone should be here to watch over him. His family and friends probably had no idea what had happened to him?
Later on - it could have minutes or hours - a doctor walked out of the back. Consulting with a nurse at the desk who pointed my way, she strode over to me. "Miss?" she said. "I'm Doctor Asoko. You came in with Mr. Roken, correct?"
I stared blankly at her. She mistook my lack of recognition for a state of continuing shock. "Evan. The boy you came with on the ambulance."
"Oh," I said. "Right. Evan." Evan! The name sang in my skull. "Is he okay?"
"He will be. He'll have to stay here two or three days, then we can release him. He'll have a cast on his left arm, and his concussion appears to be less than what we feared."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much, ma'am! Um..." I paused, then took the plunge. "May I see him? Please?"
She peered at me. "Are you family?"
"Er..." For one wild moment, I considered taking a page from Samantha Bullock's playbook in While You Were Sleeping and telling her I was his fiance, but my good sense got the better of me. Finally; it's not like it had been working in overdrive when I leaped on the ambulance. "No. Just a friend."
She nodded. "A good friend." I blushed to the roots of my hair. A thought struck me.
"Um... could I have his cell phone? I don't know his family's number, and I need to tell them." This was the truth, really it was! It's not just that I wanted to see if he had a girlfriend or anything.
"Certainly. If you'll leave your name and contact information with the nurse, I'll be happy to let her know."
"Thank you so much, Doctor Asoko. I really appreciate it."
It took about a quarter hour, but finally they brought out his phone. Evan's phone. I practiced calling him Evan inside my head and matching it with the boy I had seen so briefly.
I stared at the phone for a while, almost dreading the moment when I flipped it open and scrolled through the address book...