Clara's pov
Margaret…accident…Crescent health.
These were the only words that were able to go through my mind for the next 15 minutes or so that I took to get to the hospital.
I hastingly called Lucas to drive me over, he arrived in under 5 minutes and I rushed towards his car like the house I was leaving was on fire.
He was a bit flustered by the time I got behind the wheel.
“Let's go!” I urged them and he stepped on the gas. He noticed how I was uneasy when we reached our first red light and tried to calm me down.
“Clara…calm down it can not be that bad, if she is able to eat then her condition must be bearable, don't you think you are overreacting a little bit?”
I squeezed the tupperware in my hand. I suppose from an outsider's perspective the way I was reacting right now wa
