I shake my head as I raise the seat back into its original position. “No. I need to get in there. We need to go.”
Handing me a napkin from the glove compartment, Harlow says, “Alright. But you’re gonna need to wipe your face before we get in there.” She gives me a small compassionate smile.
I accept the napkin and blot my cheeks. I let out a deep sigh from my lungs and smooth my shirt with my hands.
“I’m ready,” I say, voice shaking.
I just wish I knew exactly what the hell I am supposed to be ready for…
“Oh my God–Harlow.” Every ounce of strength I think I have abandons my body. I grab my best friend as I begin to lose my legs from underneath me.
“Harlow –I ca–”
“Yes, you can, Alex. You have to. I’m right here sweetie. Just go to him. He needs you,” she says, guiding my uncooperative body to the side of the bed where Derek lies, unrecognizable.
Looking at my husband, I know I’m slowly losing control. Every part of my body is shaking. More tears stream down my face. The lump in my throat is almost unbearable. But, I need to stay strong for him. As I move closer to the man lying in front of me, I try to manage the emotions that seem to be forcing their way out of my body. Taking a deep breath, I begin to time my breathing with Derek’s heart monitor in an effort to remind myself to actually breathe.
Beep. Breathe.
Beep. Breathe.
Beep. Breathe.
I take my trembling hand and raise it to touch his cheek. His face is so swollen; I can’t make out his features. There’s no resemblance to the man I know. My eyes move to where his head is wrapped in a bandage that covers every lock of beautiful brown curly hair.
I physically don’t have any more strength. I lay my head down on his chest. I grab his hand and let my fingers intertwine with his.
“Derek, where are you? Open your eyes for me. I want to see your beautiful brown eyes. Please open them, baby.” I will myself to raise my head to once again look at his face. I place my chin on his chest because my head just seems too heavy right now. I focus on his mouth and raise my hand to run my fingers over the cuts on his lips. I can’t help but think of his beautiful smile. The dimples that fill his cheeks when he laughs. Tears pour out of my eyes, soaking his hospital gown.
“I need you. Your babies need you, Derek. You have to fight to stay alive for us. Please don’t stop fighting for your life. I know you can hear me. I love you, you’re my life baby. You’re our rock. Our strength. Our protector. I can’t do this without you. Please…please….please…” I keep repeating it, hoping he hears me.
After a while, I feel Harlow’s hand on my back. “Alex, there’s an officer here that wants to speak with you,” she says quietly.
Sniffling, I raise my head from Derek’s chest and mop the tears from my face and neck. I nod my head at her. “Okay.”
With a lingering look at Derek and a light touch to his cheek, I turn to follow Harlow out of the room. Outside, I see who I presume is Officer Sanchez standing in the hall. He gives me a sympathetic smile…the same exact smile that I would come to absolutely detest over the next few years of my life.
“Good morning, Mrs. Meyer. I’m Officer Sanchez. I believe we spoke earlier on the phone. I’m glad you made it down here safely”.
“Yes, sir,” is all I can manage. I feel my brain slowly starting to shut down.
Taking a deep breath, Officer Sanchez places his hand on my shoulder.
“Well, ma’am, we suspect that he fell asleep at the wheel while driving on the interstate. We were called to respond sometime around 7:30 AM. We found the car right on the outskirts of Round Rock and immediately had him airlifted to Round Rock Medical. There’s not much that we can tell you at this time. What we do know is that his car was hit several times before ending up on the side of the interstate. It took us a while to get him out, but when we did, he was immediately put en route to the hospital,” he says nervously. “I’m sorry there wasn’t more we could do for him on the scene.”
I start to replay the previous night’s events in my head. Derek coming to bed late. Him kissing the back of my neck. Turning to look at the clock. 3:17 AM. Making love. Waking up. Finding him gone. The unmistakable scent of sandalwood lingering on his still warm pillow.
I turn to Harlow. We were joking about our “late night” right before the phone call from Officer Sanchez.
“Oh my God. We were up too late last night,” I say through the tears. “It’s my fault. If I would have told him no–”
“No you don’t, Alex,” Harlow says through her teeth, shaking her head. “You’re not going to take the blame for this. This is not your fault. It was an accident. Accidents happen. There’s no one at fault here, sweetie, especially you.”
Turning to Officer Sanchez, Harlow asks, “Is there anything you need from us? My friend really needs to be with her husband right now.”
Sanchez shakes his head. “No ma’am. There may be some information we need to get later, but nothing that can’t wait.” He turns and looks at me, sad expression filling his eyes. “Ma’am, I’m truly sorry. I really hope that he pulls through.”
And with that, Officer Sanchez turns and walks down the corridor.
I start to walk into the room when Harlow grabs my arm and turns me to face her.
“This is not your fault. You DO NOT walk in that room believing that, Alex. You get in there and you fight for your husband. Blaming yourself will do absolutely no good right now. No wasted energy. Go in there and remind Derek of everything that he needs to fight for.” I can see her actually trying to will the strength into me. She jerks her head in the direction of Derek’s room. “Go.”
I nod my head and embrace her as though she’s my lifeline. She squeezes me just as tightly and after a while she pats my back for encouragement. Hoping I have absorbed some of Harlow’s strength, I finally let her go.
“Harlow, I know you’ve already done so much for me today, but can you do me a couple of more things?” She nods. “Listen, I need you to please call John and Nancy and have them go get the girls from school. Let them know Derek has been in an accident. That I’m here, but I haven’t spoken with the doctor yet. I think that they’ll want to get here to see their son as soon as possible. Have them bring the girls. Tell them they can bring my car if they want to, remind them I put the spare keys in my kitchen drawer. Then, call my parents and let them know what’s going on as well. Tell them there is no reason for them to fly down yet and that I will call them as soon as I know something.” I stop speaking as my thoughts immediately go to the girls.
“What am I going to tell the girls, Harlow?” My voice shakes uncontrollably.