Alicja was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the bus that took her from home to school and back five days a week. For her, it was an ordinary December day. Nothing foreshadowed what was to come.
The bus was late. Alicja was starting to feel cold. Her dark cheeks were turning red, and her toes were tingling with an unpleasant tingling. She couldn't wait any longer. She went to the nearest telephone booth, inserted a few coins, and called a taxi. Five minutes later, the taxi she was waiting for arrived. She climbed into the seat next to the driver and…
"What are you doing here?" she asked Kuba, who was behind the wheel.
"Nothing," the boy replied, a bit confused. He was twenty years old (three years older than Alicja). He had known Alicja for about five months, since he and his family moved to the street where Alicja's grandparents lived. They saw each other quite often, but rarely spoke… And now this meeting?? "Normally, I study marketing and management, but sometimes I work part-time at my father's company. So where should I take you?" – the boy didn't want Ala to think he was working as a taxi driver
. "Well... home... I mean, to Kościuszki Street, please." The girl was stunned
.
The road was covered in ice. Kuba drove intently. They both remained silent. At one point, as they were driving downhill, a fast-moving Mercedes came around a bend straight at them. Kuba turned the wheel a few times, but it was no use because the road was too slippery. Alicja screamed and held on to her seat tightly. Meanwhile, the boy lost control of the vehicle. They crashed into a roadside tree at quite a high speed.
Alicja woke up in one of the hospital rooms. Her head hurt, and her right arm was in a cast.
Next to her sat a figure with a worried expression. It was Ali's mother.
"My daughter! It's so good that you've finally woken up! Do you recognize me?" How are you feeling!
- Mom……… What happened??
- You had an accident, remember? But everything will be fine, you'll see! You just need to get plenty of rest.
- Aaaau! - The girl moved slightly, causing her immense pain. - What's wrong with me?... - and then she remembered everything. - What about Kuba??!
- You have a concussion and a broken right arm, but don't worry, my daughter. You'll pull through! And Kuba? He's fine too. He has one broken leg, but that's all. The police say it's only thanks to him that nothing worse happened. And they've already caught that road hog. It turned out he was under the influence of alcohol. I'll make sure he doesn't get away with it…….
"Good morning," Kuba stood in the doorway, leaning on crutches, one leg in a cast. He also had a plaster on his forehead and, like Ala, was full of bruises. Mom decided to leave the young couple. She knew Ala didn't like being interrupted while meeting her friends. When the door to the gym closed, Kuba sat down on the girl's bed with great difficulty.
"How are you feeling?" he asked the girl.
"As you can see," Ala smiled at him friendly. "And you?
" "I'm quite, quite well. They're discharging me today. You'll be kept for another week or so for observation.
" "Oh! What am I going to do here! I'll be bored to death!" "
I assure you, not at all!"
Kuba was right; Alicja wasn't bored at all. The boy always came from college to visit the sick girl. Concerned for his health, his father had forbidden him from taking taxis... and Kuba, after what had happened, had no intention of doing so anyway.
The young couple had grown very close. Kuba didn't want to go home. Sometimes he stayed there until the nurses shooed him away. Alicja didn't want to leave him either, but the knowledge that she would see him again tomorrow filled her with joy.
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