*his expression went from worried to down right terrified, tears already catching at his eyes as he listens to this news. if she makes it through the night? if? he felt his heart slowing to a halt, and all blood draining from his face. even the news of being able to see her, even if for a moment, isn’t enough to make him smile*
p-please i… i want to see her…
*a part of him doesn’t want to. what if this was the last he saw of her, broken and hurt in a hospital bed? what if she didn’t make it and the last memory he has is of her in a cold, empty hospital bed? but he has to see her. he has to*
“Follow me,” he instructed, walking swiftly down the halls, turning to make sure the blue boy was following him. The hospital was big and the last thing he needed was someone getting lost.
A few turns around some corners, passing another nurse’s station and they arrived at huge double doors. The doctor swiped his badge, the red light turning green to allow him access to ICU.
Opening the door for the young man, he instructed softly. “She’s in room 3, just down this way and to the left. Do not disturb the other patients, keep your head down and if you behave I might let you stay if you want. Don’t lose hope, son. I’ve seen worse conditions recover.”
And with these final words, the doctor walked off to attend to other important matters.
*and so Jack was left standing there alone in the ICU department. room 3. room 3. he tried to steady his heart, calm his breathing, clear his head, but nothing was working. she was hurt, katelynn was hurt and there was nothing he could do. lifting his hands, he pushed them against his eyes*
stop crying. stop crying.
*he began to walk to the door and when he reached room 3 he stood outside for a moment, still trying to gather himself. giving up on that, knowing he may lose it the second he opens the door, he just slides the door open and walks in*
Jack Maple 