“Why?” “How?” “Could he have prevented it?” “What if he had only been there?” “Was she okay?” the questions raced through the young man’s mind like the road reflectors raced past his car. His name was Jeffrey Carson. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and his face was tear stained. It had only been fifteen minutes or so since he had gotten a call from the hospital that his girlfriend Jasmine had been admitted and rushed into the ER due to a car accident she had been involved in.
A few moments later and he was speeding towards the hospital.
He parked as quickly as he could and scrambled out of his car, tripping as he did so and landing on the ground with a thud. He was up in a second, hardly seeming to care as he dashed towards the entrance.
The receptionist at the desk directed him to the surgery wing, but he wasn’t really listening and as soon as she stopped talking he ran off.
As he reached the waiting area he met Jasmine’s parents. Both of them had the same terrified look on their faces. Her mother moved towards him with her arms open for a hug. He buried his face into her shoulder for a moment before backing away, “What happened?”
Her father spoke, “A drunk drive tried to pass her and cut back into the lane too early, hitting her car and forcing her against the guard rail…. Those things are supposed to hold!” he yelled at no one in particular. Jeff blinked, “What do you mean?”
“The guardrail gave way and her car rolled several times down down the embankment.” Her mother said in a slow deliberate voice, trying not to cry.
“She’s in surgery right now but… it doesn’t look good.” she finally added.
Jeff was in shock. How could this be happening? It had to be a bad dream. But it wasn’t.
And there was nothing to do but wait. And wait. And wait.
Finally the doctor came out to them. His face was somber.
“I’m sorry.” he started, “Your daughter’s surgery was… as successful as we can make it.”
“What does that mean?” Jeffrey blurted.
The Doctor sighed, “When the car rolled her chest was crushed. Most of the ribs were cracked or shattered but one has punctured her heart. If we remove it she will bleed to death, but if we don’t remove she won’t be able to breath. She’s currently on a breathing machine.”
“So… you’re saying she’s dead either way?” Jeffrey asked slowly.
The doctor nodded slowly.
“She needs a heart transplant immediately, but it would be nothing short of a miracle if there was one even available within the next month, let alone the next few hours.”
Jasmine’s mother began to sob uncontrollable into her husbands chest.
Jeffrey glanced back at them, “Jasmine and I are the same blood type.” he said softly, he turned towards the doctor, “Save her life with mine.”
Jasmine’s father looked up at Jeffrey, “Son, we can’t ask you to do that.” he said quietly, choking up some himself.
“You don’t have to.” Jeffrey said with a weak smile. “Just tell her… I love her… and that she’ll always have my heart.”