He usually liked to be early, and being just barely on-time unnerved him. Was she really making him this nervous that he was losing his edge? He shook his head. It was the traffic, that’s all. Caught up in his own thoughts he didn’t even see the van which broadsided him from a side street. It was ten past eight. He was late. She wondered if he was even coming. When he called Tuesday night he said he would be there for sure. She cursed herself for believing him. Maybe all men were not worth it. She thought seriously about becoming lesbian and was still thinking when the phone rang. She picked it up. Less than a minute later it dropped from her fingers as she headed for the hospital. At reception, she hurriedly looked around and approached the first nurse. She looked dishevelled, but personally she didn’t care. Some things were more important than how one looked. She addressed the young nurse at the reception desk. “Excuse me? There was a man who was admitted here a little while ago, he was in a car accident…” “…Ah yes I remember, Are you his wife?” the nurse asked. “No, not really, just…a close friend. Is he okay? Can I see him?” she asked. She hoped he was okay. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait until the doctor’s finished with him. You can wait here if you like” the nurse responded with a kindly smile. She thanked the nurse and took up a spot on the waiting chairs, beside a man with an ice-bag over his head. He looked at her. “You’re here for the guy who was in the accident?” he asked. “I couldn’t help but overhear.” Highly doubting that he couldn’t help but overhear, she nodded. She didn’t feel like speaking to strangers at this point. It was that which had got her in this mess in the first place. He seemed unperturbed by her curt silence as he plugged on. “I was the one that called you ma’am. We found your number on a scrap of paper inside his wallet. It was the only one we could find so we called it and got you.