I chose the image of a woman trying on a wedding dress for my twenty-minute sprint this week.
Melody stood smiling into the mirror, her mother behind her taking pictures. This was it. This was the dress. She loved how simple the lines were and the subtle beadwork that added texture without being frilly and over the top. She turned around, smiling at her mother.
“You look beautiful, sweetie,” her mother said.
“Thanks, Mom.” Melody was excited to finally be done with the dress shopping portion of wedding planning. There were only a few details left which meant less things to stress over.
Her mother helped her out of the dress and they filled out all the paperwork for ordering it. As they walked out of the shop, Melody sent a message to her sister. They were done earlier than expected, so they’d be able to make it back in time to see her for lunch.
They were half way back when Melody’s phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number but with all the vendors she’d been working with she answered anyway.
“Melody Shafer?” a woman asked.
“This is she.”
“You were listed on an emergency contact card for Michael Davidson.”
“Is he okay?” Melody asked, her heart racing at the idea that something might have happened to her fiancé.
“He’s been in an accident,” the woman said. “He’s stable but hasn’t regained consciousness. If you could come to the hospital the doctors have some questions.”
“I’ll be there as fast as I can,” Melody said. “Is there anything you need to know now?”
“Does he have any drug allergies?”
“No, but he’s allergic to latex,” Melody said. “Please call me back if anything changes.”
“I will, ma’am,” the woman said.
“I’m going to call his family. Should we just come to the ER?”
Melody hung up.
“Michael was in an accident,” she told her mother. “We need to go to the hospital.”
“Did they tell you anything?” her mother asked, immediately speeding up.
“He’s stable but unconscious,” Melody said. “I have to call his parents.”
Melody didn’t even remember what she said when she called Michael’s mother. His mom was going to call his dad and they’d meet her at the hospital. It took Melody and her mother another twenty minutes to get there.
“Go on in,” he mother said, pulling right up to the entrance. “I’ll park and find you.”
Melody hurried inside, glancing around to see where she needed to go.
Michael’s mother was there, hurrying over and hugging Melody tight.
“He’s going to be fine,” his mother said.
Melody burst into tears. She’d been so scared.
“His dad’s with him,” his mother said, holding her tight. “It’s just a broken leg. No head trauma.”
“Can I see him?” Melody asked. She needed to see that he was alright.
“I’ll ask them to take you back,” his mother said. “He can only have one visitor at a time, but they’ll just send his father back out.”
“Thank you,” Melody said. This was just one more thing that showed how wonderful they were. They’d welcomed her with open arms before she’d even started dating Michael.
His mother found a nurse and Melody was escorted back to the little bay where Michael was lying in a hospital bed. His eyes were open and he was talking to the nurse.
“Here’s Melody,” Michael’s father said, stepping back from the bed. “We’ll be in the waiting room,” he said to Melody as he stepped out of the cubicle.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Melody said, taking Michael’s hand.
“I was worried I wasn’t going to be,” Michael said, his hand gripping hers tight. “It all happened so fast, but there was this moment when I knew I wasn’t going to be able to avoid it.”
“I love you,” Melody said, the tears starting up again.
“I love you too,” he said. There were tears in his eyes too. “Stay with me?”
“Always,” Melody said. They might not be married yet, but she’d always be there for him.