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Enos sat quietly on the hospital floors with April leaning into his shoulders, her eyes closed and breathing silently as her body layed there exhausted. It's been thirteen hours since James was in that operating room and I couldn't shut my eyes.

I'd prayed every type of prayer by that time. I runout of words to convince God to keep James alive and for the surgery to go successfully. It was up to him now and I wish we had control over things that happened to us. I'd take his place in that hospital bed in a heartbeat.

I couldn't stop blaming myself. And the voices in my head were starting to get realer and realer by the hours. But I needed to be stable. So I watched the clock religiously to keep the ghosts away. Directing my focus else where in hopes of being spared from the snares of my own mind. My feet continuously tapped the floor as I pinched my arms to gain some balance of my senses. I was losing my mind.

I had to give the hospital every detail on James because the police found nothing to identify him from the burning car. Soon his family would be here. What was I going to tell them? Inez? What will I even tell Inez? And Callum and Adrian? What on earth was I going to do?

I couldn't even help my tears anymore. I'd cried a river but somehow I still had more in me. His family will be so crushed and hurt and grieved. They had a healthy James and now they find him barely breathing. God! I can't dare imagine more.

It was a miracle that James even managed to jump off the cascading car before it reached the ground, but for his body to land on the deep end, rolling down the side of the cliff and crushing into a pit of Sharp stones. The magnitude of the explosion around him and the impact of his fall was enough to leave him in critical condition. The edged stones pierced into his abdomen and the collision was inches away from breaking his skull. The memory of his badly wounded body being dragged from garters had me weeping once again. How does anyone survive that? His heart was barely beating when the ambulance took him and I prayed that it kept on beating.

Desperate people find faith, and now I prayed to God too.

After more and more hours of waiting, April and Enos had woken up. Neither of us spoke to each other. We were all drained from the frustrations that revolved around us. April would blame me sometimes and then wake up again and blame Enos instead. She would curse our names but then find shelter in Enos's arms. I had no energy to respond to her. I wasn't even sure how I managed to stay awake for the past 19 hours.

I needed to spare my energy for when James's family arrived.

What was I going to tell his father when he asks me what happened to his son?

Oh Lord! How does anyone even speak to a parent about a child in a hospital bed fighting for his life? How do I even explain without falling apart?

The police had kept Enos under questioning for hours. He was charged for exceeding speed limits but allowed to post bail instead of spending the night. This was already a legal case and neither of us were to leave Georgia until the cause of James' car accident was clearly established.

I and April were both interrogated as well but the police found no reason to charge us for anything. They only needed details of events from us and then set us free.

"James has to survive this." April spoke out with a shaking voice, tightly holding the sleeves of her sweater and adjusting her position on the floor while staring at me. "Or We'll be in deep shit if he won't."

Enos spoke out for the first time since we arrived in this hospital, "We didn't hit his car. There's nothing to be afraid of if we all speak the truth." Enos responded for the sake of silencing April but she wasn't being tamed.

"I wouldn't be worried if James was just another ordinary local like the rest of us. His father won't spare us if his son doesn't come out of this alive." She started to cry again, her palms covering her eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Enos was confused.

April had absolute fear in her eyes as she looked at me again , " You didn't tell him? ..........So Enos doesn't know you were having an Affair with the son of one of the most influential and wealthiest men in America?"

Enos stared at me.

But I looked away.

"Beg your pardon?" Enos was struggling to make sense of this.

"Mason Andrew Scott," April uttered the name and that immediately took root in Enos' mind and sparked an apiphany.

"The Multi billion dollar cyber security company owner, Thats his father?" Enos was about to choke.

April nodded silently, I could see she was scared and she had every reason to be.

"Why didn't you tell me this Betty?" He gazed back at me while speaking in frustration.

I collected my energy to speak, but my voice barely came out. "It didn't matter at the time." Was all I responded with. Back then It didn't matter what family James came from, it didn't change anything.

Enos had his hands on his head as his mind raced ten times more. His whole demeanor was tenser than before after realising how incredibly serious this whole situation was. James is Mason's only living son. And now he was in a hospital bed struggling to stay alive. Whether or not we didn't crush into James's car, we are still involved in this accident. The only way we're getting out of this__is if James survives.

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