"Come on Liz you no I'll bring it back, I promise. Please?" said James with a pleading voice and his cocky smile. He pulled his hands together under his chin in a begging possion. I knew that it was impossible to resist that look of his, it always was a weeknes of mine to break for him. I still liked to try to resist it though. It was my soft pink lips that betrayed me this time. They broke into a smile as I handed him the key the old 1997 Buick.
"Thanks Liz, you're the best." he said giving me a huge hug, grabbing the keys and heading out the door.
"Not a scratch," I said trying to be like, Hans Solo, in Star Wars. A small 'Pirate'comment muttered under his breath was his sly comeback.
"Yes and don't you forget it!" I said smiling and turning back to my computer screen. I had a bad feeling about giving him the keys, but I waved it away with the my thoughts of 'it's nothing'. I started typing again as the sound of the car's engine reaved up outside my house. I didn't realize it then, but from that moment on, everytime I heard a car engine starting, would mean a night in hyperventalation and fear.
It was late at night and I was still working on my piece for work. I worked for Atlants Tech in Florida. Even though I lived for practically all my life in Mesa, Arizona (the trip to Georgia for 10 months not included). That was a family trip with James. Even though James was not related by blood, to the family, he was still conisidered one. We had been friends since fifth grade, a time were we both were complete dorks in school and had no friends. Who grew up to still be the best and closest of friends, both succesful, and yet both still dorks.
I sat for a while at the computer, finishing up a last sentance when the phone rang. I let it ring for a small while longer, trying to finish the sentance. Then I picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked trying to soud polite, unsuccesfull as my irritation of having my work delayed.
"Hello this is the Mesa Hospital, from Mesa, Arizona calling. Is this Elizabeth Anna Marie Taylor?" said a woman's voice on the other line.
"This is." I said as suprise and confusion hit me at the same time. Why was the Mesa Hospital calling me?
"Well Miss. Taylor I'm calling you to tell you that a one James David Aaron has been involved in a car pile up. He is in critical condition and has been flown over here for emergency surgery. I have contacted you as his emergency number and ask if Mr. Aaron has any insurance that you could help us with." she said. Her voice held no sympathy as she said these words. I seemed to notice it most since I was holding on to the phone like it was a life line. My house seemed to be spinning out of control. My breathing became shallow as panic came at me harshly.
"Hello? Ms. Taylor? Are you there?" asked the lady. I gave a nod to the phone before I remembered she couldn't see me, so instead I told her I was comming and hung up.
Within minutes I had myself packed, had booked a last minute flight to Pheonix, and was waiting for the "Green Taxi" to come. While I waited, I sat on the front porch, my foot pounding on the wooden floor beneath me. Time seemed to take forever, giving my mind to flash around the different reasons for why James had gotten into such a critical condition. Also to try and come up with a reason for why on earth James would have to be flown all the way from Poinciana, Florida all the way to Mesa, Arizona?