"... those idiots who just got their license"

Shanice hates traffic jam.
And she is stuck in one right now.

'God,' she thinks. 'Please, please don't make this longer than it would be.'

Just because she (finally) got her driving license, does not mean she is a patient driver.
The line moves, but just an inch.

Shanice is at the brink of pulling her hair out and scream but she quickly remembers old Mrs. Bom, her driving teacher and decides not to.
It's like being in a race and the fastest is at a snail's pace.

After what feels like an eternity, the traffic clears up. Shanice hits the pedals and she zooms off, hoping that she makes it just in time.

There's a lot of things going in her mind right now but all her thoughts are focused on one - James.

A number of cars sounded their horn at her but she doesn't care.
Suddenly, an ambulance whiz past her.

She shakes her head, thinking about the poor careless fool.
"Probably one of those idiots who just got their license," she says to herself.
...

Mrs. Bom holds her son's hand with an iron grip.
"Don't die," she sobs. "Don't die."

She would never forgive James for leaving her. It's bad enough her alcoholic of a husband passed away just twelve months ago.
She doesn't want James to do the same.

Mrs. Bom is a woman at the peak of her fifties and is known for her patience and calm composure.
But at that moment, she feels like a different person. A stranger.

Anger, frustration, disappointment, sadness, anxiety... All these feelings are rolled up into one and buried deep within her.

She doesn't know whether to yell at her unconscious son for being so careless to drive when his energy was at the minimum.
Or perhaps she should cry, beg to wake up, out of the sleep that could be so easily mistaken for death.

Mrs. Bom decides for both.

"James, I told you not to drive. I told you. Now look where you are! In an ambulance."
At the last word, her voice breaks and she begins crying all over again.

Suddenly, the hand in Mrs. Bom's death grip move.
Just his fingers trying to release from his mother's.

"J-James? You're alive!" She hops in the ambulance and is about to hug him (in an equally tender grip as before) when the nurse stops her.
"M'am, please," he says.

James says something softly.
So soft that suddenly everything sounds thrice its volume ; the clattering of the IV, the hushed whispers of the driver and the other nurse.

"What is it, James?" she asks anxiously.
And he whispers again.
"Shanice."

After that, his hand goes limp. His eyes closed.
& then, it's just a blur of people yelling, "Code Blue! Code Blue!"