No!
“What? Your taxi crashed? Are you okay? Where are you?” I start screaming down the phone as panic and worry take over.
“Derrick?” Charlotte looks at me with concern.
“Sienna, are you okay?” I scream down the line.
“I don’t know, everything hurts,” she mumbles as the sound of sirens echo down the line.
“Be brave. I’ve got your location. I’m coming.”
6
DERRICK
Charlotte and I rush to the hospital where Sienna has been taken. Yvette will be here a little later once she has wrapped up her event. Sienna would be upset if she left to look after her, but I know Yvette isn’t going to want to stay either. Thankfully, Charlotte speaks French and can work out that Sienna is safe and in a room being checked out. Something about a drunk driver plowing into their taxi.
“I need to call Nessa,” I tell Charlotte as I pull out my phone and dial.
“Hey, D, what’s going on? How’s Sienna doing? Is she feeling better?” Vanessa says when she answers the phone.
I burst out crying. “Sienna was in a car accident. I’m at the hospital. I don’t know yet if she’s good or not. The doctors won’t let me see her. I’m so worried. She sounded so scared when she called me.”
“Fuck, D. I’m coming. Let me find the next flight to Paris and I’ll let you know. Stay strong. She’s going to be okay,” Vanessa says, trying to reassure me.
“I can’t lose her, Ness,” I say, breaking down.
“You won’t. I promise you. Sienna is a fighter.” With that she ends the call.
I must fall asleep in the waiting room as a nurse wakes me up, speaking in French.
“She says we can see Sienna, but she is sleeping.” Charlotte translates. “You go, I’ll wait here.” I follow the nurse down the stark corridors, the antiseptic smell turning my stomach until we stop outside Sienna’s room. When I walk in, she’s all hooked up and the machines are beeping. She looks like a sleeping angel, so fragile. I rush over and kiss her forehead and tell her everything is going to be okay.
“They’ve just arrived at the hospital,” Charlotte informs me. Vanessa messaged to let me know Evan was on his way. I’m still on the fence about him, but at least he’s pulled his head out of his own ass to be there for Sienna. Then I hear footsteps, and when I look up, I see the LA crew walking up the corridor. Evan looks like shit, good. And then I see Vanessa and rush over and hug her.
“We got here as soon as we could,” she tells me.
“I know. Thank you. She’s still out of it. I was able to sit with her last night for a little bit, but then I was kicked out. I slept here.”
Sebastien Sanchez walks back from the café with coffees for us all at the right moment. The look on Evan’s face seeing his rival there is gold, like I said, I’m a petty bitch, he deserves a bit of humble pie after what he did to my bestie.
“How is she?” Evan asks me, and I can see he is trying not to let Sebastien rattle him.
“The doctors are just talking to her. She’s lucky,” I snap back. I haven’t had my coffee so it’s hard to mask my true feelings. Evan is taken aback but takes it on the chin. “Thanks for coming.” I’ll give him that, he could have not hopped on a plane and flown halfway across the world, maybe there is hope.
What the fuck is he doing here? I look over Evan’s shoulder and don’t understand why Chance is here in Paris. We’ve been speaking every single day since London, and there may have been one or two or ten FaceTime jerk-off sessions, but I never expected that he would show up here. I step away from my friends, and I can’t hide the smile on my face seeing him. What does this mean?
“Hey,” I say, giving him a hug as Blake disappears, probably to check in with Charlotte. “What are you doing here?”
“You seemed stressed, and I thought …” He rubs the back of his neck nervously, those biceps popping and pulling my focus from him.
“You thought you would come help destress me?” I tease, loving the way his cheeks turn bright red as he quickly looks around to see if anyone notices.
“Something like that.” He smiles.
“I appreciate you being here in whatever capacity it is.”
Suddenly, the doors to Sienna’s room open, and the doctor and nurses file out. Their eyes widen when they see us all sitting in the waiting room. Some of the medical team recognize the guys, this is going to get out now, and it’s the last thing Sienna needs.
