As the cab pulls up to l'Hopitale Generale de les Champs, I feel my throat tighten. The long ride to the hospital was agonizing, the kinds of thoughts that were running through my mind were slowly killing me. If she was dead... I couldn't even begin to think. Jasey Rae was everything important to me right now, and if I had to give up my hockey career and the Memorial Cup to make sure she was okay, I would. In a heartbeat. I thanked the cabbie sincerely, and threw him just over 500 dollars. I didn't really have the money right now, but it didn't matter.
I basically sprinted to the Emergency Room, and by the time I was at the front desk, I was out of breath.
"Hi," I said, breathlessly.
"How can I help you today," the receptionist says, peering over her glasses.
"My name's Taylor Hall. I'm looking for Jasey Rae Carmichael? She was a part of the plane crash that happened around here earlier."
"Let me just make a call to the trauma sector, they'll let me know. One minute please." She said, nodding towards the waiting area.
I plopped myself down on one of the chairs and sat silently for what felt like hours before a doctor came.
"Taylor Hall?" They asked, standing in front of me as I got up to my feet.
"Yeah, that's me." I responded, starting to get more and more nervous. I just wanted her to be okay.
"Please follow me." the doctor said, and I followed her through two bog plastic doors marked "Trauma" and into an elevator up to the third floor.
"She's right in there." the doctor said, half smiling.
I walked in and saw Jasey, asleep, all hooked up to different IVs looking paler and weaker than ever.
I rushed to her side, and grabbed her hand so tightly that it woke her up and tears began flowing down my cheeks.
"Jasey." I said, kissing her hand and squeezing it tighter.
"Taylor..." she said weakly, still half asleep. "What happened? Where's Mickey?"