Martijn POV

Minerva rings the bell at least 7 or 8 times before opening the door.

"Why are you doing that??"

"To let the couple know that we are entering"

"And....? What's the point? "

"This tells them to quickly end the fuck and dress up"

I am not embarrassed right now. Not even a little bit. Who am I kidding...

Minerva opens the door and a shirtless Chris walks into the kitchen from the rooms corridor.

"Hey guys! Hi Martijn"

"Hi Chris..."

I wish I had that body, but mother nature said 'here's your pizza' instead.

Minerva looks at me as she was waiting for something.

Wait, did she ask something?

"Sorry did you ask me something? I just zoned out"

"I asked what would you like to eat"

"Oh, anything is good to me"

..... Hours later....

Minerva was so sweet to give me a ride to my parents house.

By the way I just rang the doorbell and my mother opened the door a few seconds ago.

"Martijn, darling!"

"Hi mom...." I tell her in an hug.

"Come in, dinner is almost ready"

As I walk into my parents house, I heavily breathe in the smell of my lovely house.

My father is sitting on the sofa watching TV, while my sister is nowhere to be found.

"Hi dad!"

"Hi son"

"Where's Laura?"

"She is at a friend's house, but she should be back home in minutes"

I nod, sitting on the sofa with my dad.

Something normal, finally! From here I can also see my mom cooking something really delicious in the oven.

I can hear the noise of a car parking behind me. It's Laura.

She enters a few seconds later, almost screaming "Where's my handsome brother????"

My mother almost dropped a water bottle because of this but.....

"I'm here sis!"

She basically jumps on me, strangling my neck with her arms in an hug.

"I.... I can't... Breathe!"

"Oh. Sorry brother!" she says getting off of the couch.

My mom asks her "why did you take so long to get home?"

"There was an incident on the highway"

"Oh. Was it serious? Anyway dinner is ready! "

We get up from the couch and sit down at the table.

"Not really, but one of the cars was really not in a nice condition"

Dinner is served and we start to eat, today the menu is composed by pasta, oven-cooked chicken with potatoes and vegetables. To end it magically: chocolate cake.

I was halfway through the dessert when on TV they give the news about the incident on the highway.

I wasn't really interested, until I heard 'accident between a BMW suv and an old Renault'
And....

'21 years old student... Minerva Bakker'

What.
No.

I feel myself faint for a moment on the table, my parents waking me up with a few slaps.
"Martijn! Martijn! Oh God is she a friend of yours!?"

I feel my legs again... So I immediately get up and run to the door. I need to go to the hospital.

Fast.

My sister runs after me, taking her car keys and sprinting to the car, inviting me to get in.

A few seconds after, we are already getting out of the driveway.

"So she's a friend?"

"She's my best friend. She took me here before.
This is my fault. It's my fault!!!"

"Martijn! Calm down! Everything is going to be OK"

I'm trying to calm down by heavy breathing. In.... And out. In... And out.

Laura pulls up in front of the hospital and says
"go! If you need anything, just call"

I get off the car and run to the hospital entrance. I can actually feel my phone vibrate in my jeans' pocket but I don't care.

I run to the reception and ask the lady

"Good evening Miss. Please, I'm looking for Minerva Bakker"

'She came in minutes ago. You will find her in a first aid room"

"Thank you miss!"

I sprint off to the first aid, asking to the acceptance in which room I can find Miné.

'Emergency room E4'

"Thank you!"

I walk into the corridor where the several rooms are.

The E4 room is the casts room. Damn she broke her arm or whatever.

I'm standing outside the door, hoping to see her soon, but nobody is coming out.

Only after twenty minutes of waiting, the door opens.

And I finally see her.

She's on a wheelchair, being carried around by a nurse, her left arm covered in bandages but.... She's OK!

Just a few scratches.

"Minerva....."

She turns her head to me and smiles.

"Martijn! I tried to call you. How did you find me?"

"Are you OK?"

"Yes I am but.... Answer me"

"the news on tv...."

The nurse, understanding that she isn't alone anymore, leaves her to me, smiling at us.

I take control of the wheelchair and start to walk her to the exit of this horrible place.

"So, tell me. What do you have on your arm?"

"I dislocated my elbow. They pushed it back into place but told me to leave it well rested for a week to reduce the swelling. My legs hurt but nothing much. I was really lucky"

"You were. Do the guys know that you are here?"

"Yes, they are picking me up. I still don't know if I can walk tho...."

"Do you feel like trying?" I ask her.

"Yes I do"

I stop the wheelchair in the waiting room and help her to get up. Her legs are weak, but she can stand by herself.

She stands on my left side, her right arm around my waist, an we begin to slowly walk to the exit.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, but I'm sorry, I am so slow!"

"Miné.... You just had a car accident and you are walking. This is enough I think"

"yeah, you are right"

While we are waiting for Chris and Christina, I make sure that she has nothing to pay for first aid. Of course she hasn't.

Then someone yells from the corridor "Minerva! Where's Minerva? We have to ask, we have to pass by at the reception! Come on Chris follow me!"

The two guys are walking fast like two chickens to the first aid acceptance, but we both can't stop laughing because of their awkward running.

"Hahaha guys! Stop it, I'm here!" she tells the couple, who immediately turns around and walks to us, Minerva waving at them.

"Oh my God, you're fine! And walking! Martijn?!"

"Yeah. I heard of the incident on the local news...."

When we are all more relaxed, we slowly walk to the exit, Minerva giving an update on her elbow. Once out, we are going to the parking lot where we'll get Chris's car to get home.

"Chris, I guess I can't come with you and your friends tomorrow. I'll have to take care of her" Christina tells her boyfriend.

"No guys, you have to go to that wedding. I'll be fine, it's just a couple days"

We are standing outside the car, the couple getting in and Minerva still a little traumatized. I understand....

She seats on the right backseat, to be able to be safe with her left elbow. Knowing that she can't surely fasten the seat belt by herself, I do it for her, Miné kissing my cheek.

I get out and close the door, asking Chris "Chris, can you please give me a lift to my parents house?"

"Sure bro, get in"