The Sun’s bright rays glared at my eyes.
Why is the Sun so bright this early in the morning? WHAT?!
I threw the sheets off and hunted for my phone between the clutters. I spotted it next to my laptop below a pile of photos. It was dead.
No, No, No! Where did I put my charger?
Phone in hand I stormed out of my room towards the dim lit kitchen. The charger was plugged in, I fumbled to connect it to my phone. I switch it on, gritting my teeth.
Come on! Come ON!!
Finally my phone gleefully revealed my dread! It was 9:30 already! My presentation starts in 30 minutes and I’m still here in my kitchen half dressed. My mind raced.
I need to fly out of here
I dashed back into my room, yanked open the wardrobe, pulled out a suit and shirt fresh from the dry cleaners.
Bless you Mama for reminding me.
To the bathroom
My body obeying like a good soldier.
Moments later I had my shirt and suit pants on, I flung on my jacket, stuffed a tie into my pocket, then I grabbed my phone with one hand and my shoes with the other.
Sprint! You don’t need your laptop, you’ve emailed the presentation to Dave last night.
I called the elevator
I don’t have time for this, the stairs!
I darted towards the stairs taking three steps at a time I made it to the ground floor. My phone pinged demanding more time on the charger as it declared that I had 15 minutes to get to the office. I slid my feet in my shoes and ran to my bike.
It’s rush hour, you’ll never make it if you take a cab
“Late again Tom?”
Sweet Mrs Green, she must have just came back from walking Buster, her Dalmatian. I could only smile and nod.
“Well, what are you waiting for? It’s your big day isn’t it?” She held open the building door for me, I pedaled through, buster barking in encouragement.
Dodging angry pedestrians on the side walk I pushed my legs to pedal faster.
I can make it in 5 minutes, just take a right turn after this crossroad.
As I crossed the road I heard a loud screech, then I was flying in the air, my bike and I parted.
Is that the ground?
Hitting the ground wasn’t what I expected, I thought it would hurt more. A warm metallic taste flooded my mouth. I could see shoes, many different shades of leather. Muffled shouts made it through the humming in my ears.
“He came out of nowhere!”
“Someone call for help”
Moments later, a figure kneeled next to me, fingers pressed on my neck. Then something pulled at my eyelid and a bright light blasted, the light went as fast as it came. A face came into view.
“You’ll be alright”
Why did I get out of bed?
Bleep, Bleep, Bleep.
Why is that alarm so annoying, I’ll need to change it back
I opened my eyes, white walls, white sheets.
“Am I dead?”
“Barely, you had some trouble but you pulled through, welcome back”
A brunette, chocolate coloured skin wearing a lab coat.
She must be my doctor
“How are you feeling?”
“Now that you mention it, I feel like a train wreck”
She lifted a brow as she came over and held my wrist.
“Hmm. Do you remember what happened?”
I frowned, “I was on my bike, then I ………………. THE PESENTATION! What time is it?” I sat up with head spinning speed.
“Wow there” She eased me back to the bed, her soft skin slowing my heartbeat, “I’m sorry you must have missed it, you’ve been out for a couple of days now.”
“Couple of days?” Stunned, what happens now, was the promotion gone?
“Hey, I’m sure it was important, but at least you got through this in one piece.”
I knotted my brows “The car that hit me! Did they catch the guy?”
“That would be me.”
I turned my head to find a vision, holding a modest bouquet of white roses. I didn’t realize my jaw dropped until the doctor gently lifted it shut as though examining my head.
“How is he now Dr. Sherry?”
“Well, he’s very responsive, he remembers what happened so he should be out by tomorrow.”
My eyes were locked on the angel that put me here, her face spoke peace, her voice killed all the bitterness I felt. Those eyes, fields of green staring at me.
“Is it normal for him to space out like that?”
Dr. Sherry’s hazel eyes sparkled, “He’ll be okay by tomorrow”
“I’m sorry, you were saying something?”
“Oh yes,” she blushed and my heart fluttered, “I’m sorry for the accident. You see I was late for a meeting.” She fiddled with her ginger hair, “It’s no excuse, how can I make it up to you?” Guilt was written all over her freckled face. “I should have ….”
I held up my hand, I had to stop her, I couldn’t let her beat herself up like that.
“I should have looked before I crossed.”
Her rosy lips manifested a smile.
“Could I at least sign your cast?” she pointed towards my leg.
I didn’t realize my left leg was held captive in a cast.
She handed me the bouquet and pulled out a sharpie from her jeans back pocket.
I glanced at Dr. Sherry, She grinned as she scribbled something on my chart.
“So was the meeting urgent?”
He froze and stared at her feet, “I slept in, it was a presentation for my ad campaign”
“Natural Bubbles by any chance?”
Her eyes grew to the size of the Moon. “How did you know?”
“I was going to present your ad campaign”
She buried her face in her hands.
I could only laugh at her reaction, she peeked between her fingers and smiled.
“I’m so sorry Tom.”
“Well I guess now we know how you can make it up to me”
She pouted and frowned as though in deep thought
“We can discuss it over a cup of coffee when you are well enough to move around”
She leaned over and kissed my forehead. My tongue weighed a million tons, she walked out of the room, her smirk held back something.
“How will I call you?” I called after her but she already left.
Dr. Sherry placed my chart back, I puffed, frustrated that I had no way of contacting her.
“Rosy Baxton, pretty girl.”
Puzzled I stared at Dr. Sherry, she pointed towards my cast.
There it was, written in bright red, a number and her name Rosy Baxton.
This will be fun.