The following morning, I was seated on my bed with my head leaning to the headboard and scrolling through my phone when I received a call from Kiara.
“Hi, sis! How are things?” I asked smiling.
“Something bad has happened,” Kiara phrased from the other end in a teary tone.
“Something bad like what?” I queried already nervous as I jerked my back from the headboard.
“Sidd was involved in a terrible accident last night.”
“What? Accident? How? Which hospital is he in? Is he okay? Oh, God!” I expressed already in tears. I pushed him. What have I done?
“He is in seven hills hospital,” Kiara dictated and I hung up immediately. I took my change purse and ran out. I told my mom what had happened and I left the house in haste. Before you could say, Jack Robinson, I was at the hos
