Park Avenue Player by Vi Keeland
Chapter 39
Elodie
“Oh my God….” My heart raced in my chest, yet the rest of my body felt paralyzed.
Hollis shot up from sleeping. “What’s going on? What’s the matter?”
I held my cell to my ear and spoke to Mariah. “Where is she?”
“At Bridgeport Hospital. I know it’s late, but I promised you I’d always let you know if she took a turn.”
I climbed out of bed and ran across the hall to the guest room where I kept my clothes. My legs were shaking. “Is she stable?”
Mariah’s voice cracked. “An ambulance brought her in. She coded on the way to the hospital, but they brought her back. During all the commotion, an intern forgot to check for a medical bracelet and they…intubated her.”
“But she didn’t want that.”
“I know. It was an honest mistake. It must be shocking for them to see such a young woman’s health on the line, and they probably just did what they could to save her. It was wrong, but…she’s still with us.”
“I’m on my way.”
When I turned, Hollis was behind me, already dressed and with his keys in his hand.
I looked at him, and he grabbed my hand. “Come on. I called Kelsie’s mom and said we had an emergency. She’s coming up to stay with the girls. Let’s get on the road.”
Ten minutes into the ride, Hollis finally spoke. I’d been so lost in thought as I stared out the window that I forgot we hadn’t yet discussed the call or anything that had transpired. He reached over to my lap and took my hand. Threading our fingers together, he brought our joined hands to his lips and kissed the top of mine. “You okay?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Do you know what happened?”
“All her stepmother told me was that she stopped breathing in the ambulance.” Tears started to stream down my face. “She’s been so weak lately.”
Hollis squeezed my hand. “But she’s stable now?”
“They put a tube down her throat, even though she didn’t want that. Someone made a mistake, apparently.”
“Shit.”
I returned to staring out the window as Hollis navigated the city. The streets were so empty. I looked at the clock on the dashboard. Two thirty in the morning. That explained why it was still dark out, and the roads were so desolate in Manhattan.
“I wanted her to meet you,” I whispered.
“I will. If she’s anything like her friend, she’s tough, and she’ll pull through this.”
The drive to Bridgeport was normally about two hours, but Hollis was flying.
“You know,” he said, “when my mom was sick, I remember watching the news at night and getting pissed off at some guy who had robbed an old woman at gun point and pistol-whipped her unconscious.”
I looked over at him. He glanced at me and back at the road.
“That asshole was walking around perfectly healthy, and my mom was lying in bed, fighting for her next breath. It just made me angry.”
I hadn’t thought of the fact that Bree’s plight could bring up some heavy feelings for Hollis. “I go back and forth between angry and upset,” I told him. “Angry is easier to deal with.”
Hollis smiled. “I never would have guessed that.”
Even at the darkest time, he could cheer me up. I squeezed his hand. “Thank you for jumping in the car without asking a single question.”
“Of course. I wish there was more I could do than just drive you. I wish I could carry the weight you have on your shoulders.”
“Having you next to me makes me feel like I’m not carrying anything alone anymore.”
“I’m glad. Because you’re not.”
We arrived at Bridgeport Hospital in record time. Hollis pulled in and stopped at the parking lot entrance. “Want me to drop you off at the front door and meet you inside?”
“No. If you don’t mind, I’d rather park and go in with you. I’m nervous about what I’m walking into.”
“Of course.”
Hollis parked, and we walked hand in hand to the hospital’s front entrance. The doors were tall and wide and loomed ahead ominously. Each step made the lump in my throat grow.
“Do you know where she is, or do we need to go to the front desk to ask?”
“Tobias texted me a little while ago and said she was moved to the ICU. She’s in bed three.”
We rode the elevator up to the fourth floor and followed the signs to the Intensive Care Unit. When we came to a set of closed double doors, there was a button to push to open them, and a hand sanitizer dispenser on the wall right next to it. Hollis and I both squirted some Purell into our palms, and then I took a deep breath.
“You ready?” he said.
I forced a small smile. “No, but let’s go in anyway.”
Hollis used his elbow to push the button on the wall, and the double doors creaked open. The room was large, with a dozen or so beds positioned around the outer rim and a large nurses’ station in the middle. We walked to the nearest available nurse. “Can you tell me where bed three is, please?”
She pointed to a corner of the room where the curtain was closed and frowned. “There’s some family in there now, but you can join them.”
“Thank you.”
Hollis put his hand on my back. “Do you want me to wait here?”
“No. If you don’t mind, I’d really like you to stay with me.”
“Whatever you want.”
He guided us over to bed three. The curtain around the area hung a foot or so from the floor, so I could see three sets of feet. I assumed they belonged to Bree’s dad, stepmom, and Tobias. When we got close, I felt a wave of relief to hear machines beeping. I’d been terrified we took too long to get here.
I turned to Hollis and let out a ragged breath. “Machines. I hear the machines.”
He smiled. “That’s good.”
Someone must’ve heard us, because the curtain suddenly slid open. Mariah stood at the foot of the bed, blocking my view of Bree. She turned around, took one look at me, and pulled me to her. I got my first glimpse of my best friend over her stepmother’s shoulder.
A tube was down her throat, taped to her face to hold it in place. And a loud machine positioned next to the bed simulated the in-and-out sound of breathing. Her skin was so pale, and she looked so tiny and young. My chest hurt so badly.
Mariah released me, and I looked over at Bree’s dad and Tobias. Neither one of them seemed to be paying any attention to me. They were too busy staring over my shoulder.
“Oh, I’m sorry. This is…”
“Hollis,” Bree’s dad interrupted.
I looked between them, confused. “How did you know his name?”
It felt like there was some sort of staring contest going on that I wasn’t part of. Everyone seemed to have their attention fixed on the man behind me. Yet they all said nothing.
I turned to Hollis.
He was staring wide-eyed at my friend lying in the bed.
“Hollis?”
He ignored me.
“Hollis?”
I knew she didn’t look good, but Hollis looked like he’d seen a ghost. Maybe it was too much, asking him to come see her like this. His mom had probably been in the ICU, too.
I touched his shoulder. “Are you…okay?”
He shook his head. “What the hell is going on?”
“What are you talking about? This is my friend Bree.”
He turned and stared at me. “You mean Anna.”
Anna.
Anna?
It took several seconds to even begin to register what he was talking about.
My heart beat faster and faster as I slowly pieced this together.
He’d just called Bree…Anna.
My eyes widened. Brianna was Bree’s full name. But it couldn’t be…
Bree is Anna? Hollis’s ex, the one who’d broken his heart?
My Bree?
I took one look at his face, and there was no more questioning it.
Bree is Anna.
The room seemed to sway, and a feeling of unreality overtook my body. This made no sense, and even though there was no longer any doubt, I needed him to confirm it.
“Hollis? Bree is your ex-girlfriend, Anna?”
Unable to take his eyes off her, he nodded.
My ex-husband interjected, “What the hell is going on?”
There was no easy way to say it. “Hollis is my boyfriend. I had no idea he ever knew Bree. He’d always referred to his ex as Anna, and I don’t think of Bree as Brianna. I didn’t know anyone called her Anna.”
Bree’s father closed his eyes and began to shake his head.
Mariah’s eyes were wide. “Well…that’s quite a coincidence.”
“Only a few people called her Anna when she was younger. That’s what her grandmother called her,” Richard said. “She stopped going by it as she got older. She preferred Bree. But she was always my Anna growing up.”
Tobias gave Hollis a dirty look before announcing to Richard, “I need to get some air.”
After Tobias left, I breathed out a small sigh of relief. His presence only made a bad situation worse.
Hollis still wasn’t saying anything. The room was eerily quiet aside from the sound of the machines keeping Bree alive.
Suddenly, he walked over to her bed and pulled a chair up next to her. The rest of us watched Hollis stare down at her incredulously. He placed his hands on his head and pulled at his hair as he continued to take her in. Then, as if a switch flipped, he got up out of his seat and swiftly exited the room.
“Excuse me,” I said as I rushed after him.
Hollis escaped down the hall, finally stopping at a water bubbler. With both hands, he leaned against it, breathing in and out as if he were about to hyperventilate.
He finally looked over at me. And as our eyes met for the first time since this nightmare began, neither of us had words.
There simply were none.
