Gxxod's POV

As I drove away, I felt my heart pounding hard and fast against my chest.

'What's the matter with you?' I scolded myself. 'You and Bas are not committed to each other. You are both free to go on dates with anyone. Why are you feeling like this?'

Okay, I have to admit that I'm feeling jealous. I felt hurt that Bas was going to hang out with that other guy Joss. I felt a little insecure. Joss was very good looking and well built. I wondered if Bas was attracted to him.

Maybe I should try to disrupt their date.

I decided to video call Bas as soon as I got home.

I waited for him to take my call. It just kept on ringing. I waited. He wasn't responding. I waited some more.

I tapped on the red X on my phone screen in frustration.

I tortured myself with images of Bas and Joss kissing each other in Joss' car or inside some dark movie house, or worse, in the privacy of Joss' bedroom.

Stop it! I scolded myself.

I ran out to my garage and hopped into my car.

I drove out of my garage not knowing where I was heading for.

I just kept on driving, following the car that was ahead of me.

My heart was pounding furiously against my chest. My vision started to get blurry. Why was my surroundings getting foggy?

Then I realized it was because tears had formed in my eyes making it almost impossible for me to see what was ahead.

Suddenly I heard a loud BANG! and next thing I knew I had blacked out.

When I came around I was in a hospital bed and my mom and dad and my sister were all hovering anxiously over me.

"Thank heavens you're awake!" said my mom, bending down to kiss me on my forehead.

"Where's Bas?" was the first thing that came out of my mouth.

"What?" my mom asked in confusion.

"Where's Bas?" I asked again. I knew it was a stupid question but I had this burning longing to see him and to feel his arms around me.

"He's not here," my mom replied, "was he with you before your road accident happened?"

"No..." I started to say... "he was... he was not answering my call... he was... he was with... " at this point I stopped talking. I couldn't bear to mention the name of Joss.

Then there was a knock on the door and a uniformed nurse came in. She was carrying a small tray that had a small paper cup and a small transparent plastic tumbler of water.

She handed me the small paper cup.

"This is a prescription pain pill to manage your pain," she said.

"Will this take away the pain in my heart?" I asked.

Her eyes grew wide.

"If you're experiencing chest pain right now, I will get the doctor to come see you immediately," she said, concern written all over her face.

"No, no," I said, "I didn't mean physical pain. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You better not joke around with something like that while you are in a hospital," she scolded me, "we take chest pain very seriously here."

"I realize that now, please forgive me," I said.

I popped the pain pill in my mouth and took the tumbler of water that she handed me.

"I will be checking in on you after an hour to assess whether the pill has managed your pain," she said before she left the room.

"Not the pain in my soul," I wanted to say.