We got home and Graham was trying to think of the perfect baby name for his little
boy.
“I like the name Adrian.” I said, looking through a baby name book.
“I like Ashton.” he said, smiling.
“Oh, that’s a cute name.” I said. I pulled myself off the couch and went to start
supper. Then the phone rang. My heart started racing as I looked at the Caller ID. It
was the hospital.
“Graham, it’s the hospital.” I said, my voice shaking. I slowly picked up, after
the third ring or so.
“H-hello?” I said.
“Mrs. Koplin? This is Doctor Sanchez at the St. Josephine hospital. We have
a patient here by the name of Gregory Young? Is this your father?” she asked.
“Yes, yes, that’s him. What’s wrong?” I asked, growing scared.
“Your father was in an accident this evening. Would you like to come down
and see him?” she said.
“Yes, can you tell me what’s wrong?” I asked.