Free Coda 01 - Promises by Marie Sexton Page B

attention—just like Lizzy always predicted. I hoped she would be happy.
    He hit me on my left side. I felt the front of the hood hit my head, and then I flew out into the street. Later, I would realize how lucky I was that no cars were coming. I slid a few feet across the asphalt on my right side before coming to a stop in the middle of the street.
    “Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking! Are you hurt?” The driver was already out of his car and leaning over me. I recognized him from around town. His name was Jason. Other than that I didn’t know anything about him.
    “I think I’m okay.” Actually, I had no idea. I was stunned and trying to survey the damage. Nothing hurt yet, but that didn’t mean anything.
    “I think I better take you to the hospital.”

    When I looked up at him, I was surprised to see how scared he looked.

    “I think I’m okay.” I was actually more worried about the state of my bike.

    “You’re bleeding.” Jason pointed toward my left ear.
    I put my hand against my head, and it came away covered in blood which was quickly washed away again by the rain. “Oh shit.” I realized there was blood on my shirt and in the rainy water on the street.
    Jason was starting to panic now. “Let me take you to the hospital.”

    The pain was starting to come now too. It was either let him take me or wait here for cops and an ambulance. I got in his car.
“T HE wound on your head looks worse than it actually is,” the
    doctor told me. “Of course, if you had been wearing a helmet, you would be home by now with only a few bumps and bruises instead of bleeding in my emergency room.” I knew he was right. Worse than that, I knew that Lizzy, Brian, and my mom were all going to give me the same lecture at least a hundred times over the next few days. “There’s no sign of concussion, so once we’ve got your wounds clean and bandaged, you’ll be able to go home. Do you have somebody you can call to pick you up?”
    “Yes.”
“Good. I’m going to get you some Oxycodone—” “I hate that stuff. It makes me itchy.”
    “That’s a fairly common side effect. Would you prefer Vicodin?”

    “Definitely.”
    “I’m going to give you a little bit now, plus I’ll send you home with a pretty heavy dose to take before bed. But only for tonight. You’ll probably be pretty sore tomorrow but try to make do with over-the-counter pain relievers.”
    “You bet.” Everything was definitely starting to hurt, and I knew it was only going to get worse.
    They gave me the first round of drugs and then closed the wound on my left temple with something that smelled suspiciously like super glue. Besides being covered with blood, my shirt had been shredded by my skid on the asphalt. They threw it away, painfully cleaned the giant patch of road rash on my right side, spread some kind of goo all over it and bandaged it, and then gave me a blue scrub shirt to wear home.
    Cops were in and out, asking me questions. Matt apparently was not on duty. Jason gave me his insurance information and promised to bring my bike by my house the next day. It seemed to go on forever. It was almost nine o’clock when the doctor finally brought me the second dose of Vicodin. “You can take these in a couple of hours,” he said as he handed them to me. I nodded even though I knew I wouldn’t wait that long. He handed me a cordless phone. “Call your ride now. I’ll want to talk to them before you leave.”
    I took the pills as soon as he left the room and thought about who to call. Lizzy would be a wreck, crying and trying to baby me. Brian would yell about me being an idiot. Mom would cry and give me a lecture on the same topic.
    I called Matt.

    “Hey Jared,” he said when he picked up. “Where the hell are you? I went by your house.”

    “I’m at the hospital. Can you come get me?”

    “Are you okay? What happened?” he asked with genuine alarm.

    “I got hit by a car, but—”

    Of course he didn’t let