Drunk Dial - Page 21

But despite that negative voice, my heart was in serious pain and begging me to let it out of its misery—to contact him.

At work one night, visions of Landon were particularly intrusive during my nightly routine. As I picked up the dollar bills that had been strewn at me, I wondered how much longer I could live like this.

The music stopped, and I ran off to grab some water. During my break, I finally broke down and sent Landon a text.Rana: You weren’t kidding when you said the ball was in my court. I miss talking to you, and I’m really sorry if I upset you.The three little dots signaling his impending response appeared. My pulse raced as I watched the dots dancing around.Landon: This is Landon’s friend, Ace. I have his phone. He was in an accident down at the skateboarding park. He fell unconscious after hitting his head. I’m at the waiting room at Los Angeles Memorial. The doctors are running some tests on him right now.What?

My heart was beating out of control.

This couldn’t be happening.

The room was swaying, and it felt like some kind of out of body experience. I was panicking as what felt like a million thoughts ran through my mind.

What if he was severely injured?

What if he lost his memory?

What if I never had a chance to be with him?

The list went on and on.

What if I never had a chance to tell him how I feel about him?

What if he…died?

DIED.

What if he died?

I finally garnered the strength to type out one more message.Rana: Is he going to be okay?Landon: I just don’t know anything right now. I’m sorry.No.

No.

No.

Tears blinded me as I ran back out to the dining room, heading toward the restaurant manager. The band thought I was about to dance and started playing again.

“Xenophon, I have a family emergency. I’m sorry. I have to go.”

Not bothering to wait for his response, I grabbed my coat and ran out of the restaurant.

My frantic breaths were visible in the cold night air. After running for about a mile, I finally tracked down a taxi.

“I need you to take me to the airport.”

Eyeing my uniform from the rearview mirror, he said, “A little late for Halloween, eh?”

I simply faked a smile before closing my eyes and praying that I got to Landon in time, that he was going to be okay.

Worrying about his impression of me had taken a major backseat to the more serious concerns now at the forefront of my mind. There was no time to fixate on myself anymore. This turn of events had put everything into perspective.

He needed to be okay.

It was all that mattered.

I gave the driver all of the dollar bills in my possession. He must’ve thought I was a stripper. My cash barely covered the fare.

With nothing but my phone and my wallet, I ran through the sliding doors to the Spirit Airlines ticket counter.

“When is the next flight you have to Los Angeles?”

“We’re all booked for the 8PM, but there’s one on Delta leaving in forty minutes. You’ll have to head to Terminal A, though. That’s on the other side in that direction.”

Running aimlessly in search of Terminal A, I weaved in and out of the crowds until I finally arrived at the Delta counter.

Unfortunately, there was a line. The old man behind me started ogling me and smiling. Creeper. I was too freaked out about getting to California in a hurry to care.

Finally, my turn came.

“I need a ticket for your next flight to Los Angeles.”

After presenting her with my identification and credit card, she punched some buttons before swiping my card then said, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but your card was declined. Do you have another one?”

“I only have the one credit card. Can you try it again?”

“I tried it twice. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to take it up with the credit card company.”

It occurred to me that I’d hit my limit a while back when I’d purchased some new winter clothes. Obviously, I wasn’t expecting to have to buy a plane ticket. Devastated, I pleaded with the airline employee.

“Please. Is there anything you can do? Does the airline have a payment plan or something? I’m desperate. I’m not travelling for leisure.” I started rambling as tears poured down my face, “There’s this guy. I’m pretty sure he’s the love of my life. He just doesn’t know it yet. Anyway, he was in an accident. And I don’t even know how serious it is. I left work and raced straight here, and I’m so scared that if I don’t get on this flight, I may never see him again.” I was choking on my tears.

Just then, fingertips tapped my shoulder.

Whipping my head around, I snapped, “Please. I’m almost done.”

The old man then pushed in front of me.

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