It was ten days until Christmas this year, and while other people had the most free time at Christmas, Yolanda Taylor, however, was the busiest.
She’d taken on two wedding setups, the last of the year, not in Oman City, but in Dieter City.
She hadn’t had a cold for long, but a gust of wind hit her head a little when she got off the highway.
When she got back to the hotel, Yolanda Taylor rushed to order a ginger tea takeout.
The wedding was the day after tomorrow, and the hotel only gave them one night to prepare, so they had to check all the props today, and then go over to set up the scene after ten o’clock tomorrow night.
The owner of this wedding is also generous, the budget is less than three hundred thousand dollars, Yolanda Taylor with materials in all aspects are not so much concern.
Their people had already gone over early, and Yolanda Taylor and Taryn drank brown sugar and ginger tea before going over to the hotel to see the actual venue.
When she first made the design drawings, she hadn’t come over here to do a site visit, and Yolanda Taylor wasn’t very clear about what the actual banquet hall was like.
There were some discrepancies between the actual banquet hall inside the hotel and the photos provided by the other party. After Yolanda Taylor calculated the actual area, she went back to work overtime to change some of the layout ratios of the design drawings.
The night before the wedding, a group of people worked overtime at the hotel until 5:00 a. m. to complete the setup.
Yolanda Taylor had planned to wait in the hotel until the bride came over at 9:00 a. m. the next day to check the acceptance, but Taryn drove her back to the hotel.
Yolanda Taylor had no choice but to come out and stop the car to go back to the hotel.
She wasn’t sleepy, but she was hungry.
Yolanda Taylor looked at the food stalls outside the car window, pursed her lips, and asked the driver to stop the car.
It’s almost six o’clock now, so after having breakfast and going back for a nap, she can go back to Oman City after having a meal at noon.
On such a cold day, Yolanda Taylor asked for a bowl of hot oatmeal with hot soup.
She felt cold when she got off the bus, but a bowl of hot oatmeal warmed her up.
Yolanda Taylor asked for a cup of hot coffee to warm up her hands before she left, and this place is still 500 to 600 meters away from the hotel, which is very close.
She looked at her cell phone’s navigation while walking in the direction of the hotel, she lowered her head, so she didn’t see a car driving straight at her from behind.
It was too late for Yolanda Taylor to sense something was wrong, yet just when she thought she was going to be hit, her whole body was suddenly knocked out of the way.
“Boom-” the person who had just knocked her out of the way went straight into the car.
Yolanda Taylor fell onto the tree pit on that sidewalk, and when she looked up, she was just in time to see this scene of Gwen Fox being knocked away.
Her face changed, and she got up and ran over, “Gwen Fox!”
Blood, blood on the ground!
Early in the winter morning, on this road, there wasn’t even anyone.
Yolanda Taylor’s whole body was dazed, and it took her several seconds before she remembered to call the police for an ambulance.
However, her cell phone fell to the ground, and she ran over to pick her phone up in a roll.
The screen of the phone was cracked in a large part, thankfully it still worked.
Her hands were shaking and she pressed 911 twice before dialing it.
The operator inside asked her where she was, but she had no idea where she was, and looking around in a panic, she saw it was exactly across the street from the hotel she was staying at.
By the time she finished her call, Gwen Fox on the ground was barely conscious.
Yolanda Taylor rushed to his eyes and squatted down, raising her hand to hold his hand, “Gwen Fox, don’t sleep, I’ve called an ambulance, don’t sleep okay, don’t you sleep!”
His face was covered in blood, blood flowing out of his head from nowhere, dripping along his cheeks all the way to the ground, shockingly red, Yolanda Taylor looked at him and only felt as if her heart had been gripped hard by something.
Tears fell, dripping onto the back of Gwen Fox’s hand, and he moved, his grip on her hand tightening, “Don’t cry, Dear.”
He said it so softly that it probably took all his strength to open his mouth, a few short words, but not one of them biting solidly.
Yolanda Taylor looked up and around, there was no one, the minivan that had hit the car had crashed into a tree and the driver seemed to have passed out.
No one, no one was coming to help her!
But she didn’t dare move Gwen Fox either, she didn’t know where he was hurt, she just saw a lot of blood underneath him and a lot of blood on his face.
Yolanda Taylor looked at him and something flashed through her mind, it was blood too, blood all over the place.
The hospital was nearby and the ambulance arrived in less than five minutes.
Gwen Fox wouldn’t let go of his hand as he was being lifted onto a stand.
Yolanda Taylor’s hand was caught in his grasp so tightly that when the stretcher moved, her whole body was yanked with it.
She startled for a moment, looking at Gwen Fox on the stretcher, and it took her a moment to realize that this was reality, not a dream.
“I’m going to the hospital with you, so don’t say anything!”
Seeing him move, Yolanda Taylor hurriedly followed in the ambulance.
Inside the ambulance, Gwen Fox was already covered with an oxygen mask, and the nurse was stopping his bleeding, Yolanda Taylor looked at the cotton stained off clumps of blood, and couldn’t imagine what she would have been like if Gwen Fox hadn’t pushed her away, and that car had crashed on top of her.
Just after arriving at the hospital, Gwen Fox was wheeled into the operating room for resuscitation.
Yolanda Taylor stood outside that emergency room, the hospital was quiet at just before seven in the morning and it was still dark outside.
It was quiet all around her, and as she stood there, she felt nothing but a hard feeling in the back of her mind for no apparent reason.
She wanted him to be well.
Time passed by and Yolanda Taylor didn’t know exactly how long she stood there until a police officer came over to get her to take a statement and she snapped out of it.
By this time it was already dawn, Yolanda Taylor stared blankly at the police officer in front of her, “My friend is in there being rescued.”
When she opened her mouth, her voice was choked.
The male police officer hurriedly comforted, “Miss Taylor, don’t be nervous, we’ll just make a statement here.”
Yolanda Taylor raised her hand and covered her face, “My head is blank right now, I’m a mess.”
“It’s okay, I’ll ask, you just answer.”
She huffed and tried to stabilize herself and nodded, “Yeah.”
The police asked several questions, almost all of which Yolanda Taylor didn’t know, “I just came this way yesterday, I didn’t know the roads at all, I was just getting ready to go back to the hotel for a break from work, I was walking on the sidewalk the whole time, the car came from behind me, I was too late when I heard the engine, the car looked like it was going to hit me, it was my friend rushed out and pushed me out of the way.”
She tried to recall the scene, however the car came from behind her, she really didn’t know anything, the only valid information she knew was that the owner of the car hit Gwen Fox and then the car crashed into a tree on the side of the road and passed out.
Seeing that she was really in a bad mood, the police had no choice but to call it quits for the time being, “In that case, we’ll leave Miss Taylor alone, Miss Taylor you’re in a very unstable mood right now, I suggest that you have your friends come over to keep you company.”
“I know, thanks.”
She responded, looking up at the operating room that was still in surgery.
It had been over three hours since Gwen Fox had been in the operating room, and all Yolanda Taylor could feel was coldness all over her body.