Monticello: A Fictional Narrative

She stayed hushed, dumbfounded, and overall hurt; she let him walk out on her without a word.

I immediately rushed to the hospital to see if god had spared my Jacks. I was so confused about everything. I prayed over and over again that I wouldn’t hear the worst. My stomach was in knots, I felt like I was going to throw up at anytime. I drove with a heavy heart. If she was okay and I could get her back, I planned to redeem myself and spend the rest of my life with her. I debated whether or not I should tell her about cheating on her after the fight but I didn’t want to hurt her more. I’d have to think about it. As I walked in the building, there was a nurse in the entrance talking. I overheard her talking about a woman who was in an accident and I thought she was referring to Jackie but then she said the baby would be fine. I knew then, it wasn’t Jacks. I then approached the receptionist in hopes that she would tell me what I needed to hear.

“Yes. I am here for Jackie Monticello. Is she okay? Where is she?” My voice came off frantic.
“Relax, sir.” She took a long pause. “Oh Ms. Monticello, she is in the ICU, that’s on the fifth floor. You can wait for her up there but she can’t have visitors yet. I’ll notify the doctor you are here. You’re the boyfriend right?” She seemed way too friendly to deal with people in my situation.
“Yes, can you just tell me if she is okay?” I grew impatient with her.
“Sir, I’m not allowed to release information. The doctor will explain