My whole body was shaking as I watched the nurses carry Annabeth’s body to the emergency room. Her clothes were soaked with blood, and one of the nurses started asking me what had happened. It pained me to look back on it, but I knew I had to.
I wiped the tears from my eyes, a bloody mark staining my cheek. Annabeth’s blood had also soaked my hands and clothes as I tried to keep her from bleeding out too much earlier, before the paramedics arrived.
“She- she was playing outside with her pet, and I took my eyes off of her for one minute and I- I guess her pet had run off to the road, and she followed it. The next thing I knew, I heard a shriek and a car screeching to a stop… Please… just… is my sister going to be okay?”
The nurse’s frown told me everything. “Most of the time - in cases like this? The patient doesn’t make it. Your sister is a young girl and her bones haven’t developed properly yet to withstand the impact… But the doctors are trying their best to save her.”
I slumped on the floor and started sobbing. This was my fault. I shouldn’t have let her out of my sight.
The nurse awkwardly kneeled on the floor next to me and rubbed my back. “She’ll be fine. Your sister is a strong girl, isn’t she? Dr. Roberts is trying everything he can to save her. Don’t give up…”
But see, that’s exactly what got me into this situation. Don’t give up. I’d brought Annabeth out of the house because Harry was meant to be arriving today, and he promised me he’d come and visit. I told myself I was completely done with him, but the voice in my head told me exactly what the nurse was telling me now.
I was so tired of all the weight that was being placed upon my shoulder. I just wanted it to all go away. If I could switch places with Annabeth, I would. The nurse had offered me a cup of water as she told the lady at the front desk to alert my mother. She stayed by my side the whole time, not saying a single word as I sobbed to myself. She placed a hand over mine and squeezed it slightly.
“The same thing happened to me when I was around your age…” She mumbled. “I lost my brother.”
How was that supposed to help?