Simon had the forethought to ask the paramedics which hospital, so we know where to go. We have three cars now, including Matt’s. Janna still has his backpack, which turns out to have his keys, and so Patrick sends the two of us in Matt’s car.
It’s weird, riding in the seat I’ve ridden in so many times now, but without him behind the wheel. If I turn my head and look out the window, I can almost pretend—
Janna sniffles.
So much for fantasy.
“It’s going to be okay, right?” she asks. “He’s going to be okay?”
“He has to be,” I answer. “We need him.”