When I got off of the phone with Taylor, the nausea came roaring back, sending me running for the bathroom. I was beginning to hate life. With my first pregnancy, I hadn’t gone through this, and I was beginning to question why I was being subjected to it now.
Dalton returned, looking pissed off.
“What happened?” I managed to say, making my way back into my bed.
“They denied it. Said getting into a relationship with my roommate was no reason to move rooms. Basically, they don’t give a shit.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Anyway, are you okay? You don’t look good.”
“Just throwing my life up. I hate this shit. I’m even having a hard time keeping water down.”
“Keep your legs closed, and this won’t happen,” Dalton joked, prompting me to flash him a death stare.
My phone rang again, this time Adriana’s name popping up on the phone. My heart immediately sank as thoughts of my worst nightmare come true, but before I could answer the phone, tears sprang to my eyes, leaving me a complete mess. Dalton’s face contorted with confusion and concern. He grabbed my phone and answered it.
“Hello… wait… stop crying, I can’t understand you. What happened?”
Dalton’s words took a piece of me with every syllable spoken. Adriana was calling with the news I never wanted to hear, and I jumped from the bed and barely made it to the bathroom before what little was left in my stomach came violently erupting into the toilet bowl. Dalton was right behind me, holding my hair and rubbing my back as Adriana’s shrieking voice continued to fill the phone receiver. I couldn’t make out her words, but her voice was enough to send a fresh wave of panic over me, and another round of vomit into the bowl.
“Hold on, Adriana. I’ll have Cassie call you back.” He hung up the phone and helped me back to my bed. Fear shrouded every inch of me as I awaited the dreaded words that I knew he didn’t want to say. “Cassie…listen to me. Alex is fine…”
Alex is fine. My breathing finally settled, and the tears slowed dramatically.
“Alex’s mom is in the hospital, and it’s not looking good. Adriana wants you to go down there.”
“What? What happened to her?”
My heart broke and the tears came raging back. Imelda was Alex’s heart and soul. He loved her so much it hurt, and to know that he was close to losing her was probably the worst news that he could ever hear. My eyes burned and my throat went dry from the tears. How in the hell was I going to make the long drive from Twentynine to Orange County? The daunting task seemed near impossible as I began dry heaving, my stomach roiling with the turmoil of what Adriana was going through and what Alex would become if he lost his mom.
“I’ll take you down. I’m not letting you drive like this.”
“Dalton, I don’t know…”
“Cassie, shut up! Seriously! Stop overthinking everything and let’s go. That is your child’s grandmother. You need to be there.”
Without another word, Dalton swept me off of my feet, grabbed my cell phone, keys, and wallet, and carried me down to the truck. I was too weak to speak, too scared to think about what had happened, and afraid to hear the confirmation. My heart, the same heart that had broken so many times before, felt like it was beyond repair.
We drove the long, arduous drive in a stale silence. Dalton didn’t say much, and I didn’t prod. Whatever had happened to Imelda was sure to be life shattering, and I wasn’t ready to face head on.
Not yet.
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The lights of the Irvine Medical Hospital shined brightly as Dalton pulled in to the parking stall. I sent a quick text to Adriana, letting her know that we had made it. Upon entering the hospital, Adriana rushed towards us, throwing her arms around me and crying incessantly, prompting tears to leave my eyes as well.
“What’s going on, Adriana? What happened?”
Her sobs were uncontrollable, so I held her tighter as the elevator ascended, all the while fighting the nausea that was slowly threatening to send me barreling towards a bathroom. When the door chimed and opened, there was a hallway full of family, all displaying bloodshot eyes as the tears trickled down their faces. The mere sight made me utterly sick with grief, knowing that Alex was halfway across the world when his mother was in dire straits. Danny rolled over in his wheelchair, taking Adriana by the hand and pulling her down onto his lap.
“Hi, Cassie,” he greeted behind a still sobbing Adriana. “Thanks for coming. Imelda wanted you here.”
“How is she? What happened?”
He took a deep sigh, holding Adriana close as she continued to lose control on his shoulder.
“She was on her way to pick up Abel from his dad’s side of the family when a semi cut her off. She hit her brakes and the pickup behind her slammed into her, pinning her between the semi and the pickup.”
Adriana’s sobs turned to garish shrieks with the recollection of the accident. She jumped up from Danny’s lap, then turned and sprinted into the bathroom. Her reaction stoked something deep inside of me, sending me into a sobbing mess as I stood there listening to Danny speak.
“Imelda isn’t good. But she asked for you…”
“Danny!” A sharp voice called out, instantly shutting down our conversation. I knew the voice as none other than Guadalupe. The last time I had seen her, she had made it painfully obvious that she didn’t give two shits about me, and an instant chill settled over me as I turned and stared into her lifeless eyes. “Your tio needs you, Danny.”
Danny smiled weakly before rolling himself away, leaving me standing there with Guadalupe strolling towards me. Luckily Dalton wasn’t standing too far away, but even so, I felt like I was alone and I was about to be chewed up and violently spit back out. Guadalupe didn’t hold back with what she was feeling, and the look on her face, plus the absence of anything in her eyes, left me feeling vulnerable and alone.
“Cassie, you come,” she harshly commanded, motioning with her hand for me to approach her.
I looked back to Dalton who had exasperation and helplessness written all over his face. He was in over his head without a clue as to what his next move should be, so he stayed put like a silent support system.
“Why you come?” she asked, her tightly held face never cracking.
“Um…ah…Adriana called and asked me to,” I answered, wiping tears away.
“Hmm…you speak with Alejandro?”
“No, ma’am.”
“He’s coming,” she said, sending sparks off in my eyes with the shock of her words. There was still no emotion behind what she was saying, but she wasn’t cursing me out and sending me on my way, so I was taking what I could get. “Alejandro on his way”
“He’s… he’s coming? How?”
“He on his way,” she said, dismissing me, then walking the other way.
I hated how, even in such a troublesome time, she could still be so hateful, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. Alex’s family was torn to shreds over what had happened to Imelda, and that was where the focus should lie. Dalton took me in his arms, drawing a questioning eye from Guadalupe, but I didn’t care.
In the center of shit storm was the one bright spot: Alex would be coming home. A second later, dread settled over me as I thought about his well-being, his state of mind, and how he would react to all of this…to me.
Dalton took my hand and led me away from the crowd. The concern filling his face scared me into silence, leaving my heart at a standstill while I waited for whatever he had to say.