As Beth and I walk through the front door to my house we stop in our tracks. My parents are staring at us…well more so me.

“Um honey,” My mother began, “When Faith was, um, driving home, she um, well…”

My father butted in and says,”She got into a car accident, son, and she’s in the hospital right now.”

I swear my heart skipped three beats. “An accident?” I say in disbelief. I turn and run, get into my car and drive.

I pull up in front and jump out, run to the front desk and say between breaths, “Faith Martin.”

She tells me, “Room 245, floor 3, who are you?”

I miss that last part because I was already running up the stairs. I must have run into five nurses on my way up, but I can’t care less.

I run up the last flight and dash down the hall, watching the room numbers fly by me. I slide to a stop in front of her room. I grab the doorway molding for support, catching my breath.

I look up to see Faith lying on a bed, surprised to see me.

“B-Bernard?!” She says surprised.

“Faith.”