The Journey Home: Part 3

Outside I found a bench away from everyone. Sitting there staring into space and praying. After a few minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"You look like you've had a rough day." A woman who looked about in her twenties said to me.

I nodded and she sat down beside me.

"I'm Dana." she said. "My husband broke his leg."

"I'm sorry." I replied. "I'm Jenna."

She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out and lit it.

"You want one?" she asked handing the pack my way.

"No thanks." I said. It was a good thing I said no because just then my parents arrived. After all the hugs and the questions were asked we all went inside to wait. About an hour later a nurse came and motioned for me to come with her.

"Billy's doing good considering the wreck he had." she told me. "He's got a pretty bad gash on his head and a broken rib, but other than that he should be just fine."

She showed me to his room and I entered nervously. Not knowing if he would be awake or not. Not knowing what I would say if he was.

"Did you call his family?" I asked before she left. "I don't know where he lives or anything so I didn't call."

"We got his personal information from his wallet." she told me and I wondered why I hadn't thought of it first.

"His parents are on their way."

"Ok, thanks." I said and went over to the bed as she left the room.  I found him awake, looking like he could fall asleep any minute.

"Hey." I said with a smile. "I'm Jenna. You might remember me as the car in front of you before you ran off the road."

He smiled back at me and for the first time I noticed how cute he was. Even banged up. His eyes were blue-green and they lit up when he smiled, even tho I knew he didn't feel well.

"My brakes went out." he told me. "Thank you for helping me out."

I just nodded my head feeling self-concious. Scilently thanking God that he had made it through as good as he did.

"If you wouldn't think bad of me, I'd like to repay the favor." He said.

"Oh, no. You don't need to repay me." I told him shaking my head.

"Not even with dinner?" he asked trying to hide a smile.

I thought for a minute. "I'd like that." I said. "After your better ofcourse."

"Ofcourse." He said with a smile.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled back.