A Way to Yesterday

Chapter 17- Mommy!

Cara's POV:

Present.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

That's all I kept hearing. Was the stupid ticking of the clock. Counting down the minutes until Harry stepped out of that room. Until he either told me he had saved him. Or that he did his best.

I was growing anxious. I needed to know. They had been in there for about an hour and a half now. It shouldn't be taking this long. Maybe something went wrong. Maybe I should go in there.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I feel like I'm going to go insane from the ticking. And the pacing. But I can't stop either. Not until I know. But for now I'm just waiting. Waiting. That's all I can do.

Arolyn's POV:

My cell phone starts buzzing but I don't make a move to answer it. I can't. I'm too busy trying to figure out what I'm going to do if Liam doesn't make it. What was I supposed to do?

My mom always told me if I marry for love then I would end up miserable, but if I marry for status then everybody will be better off. My dad was a wealthy man so it's safe to say my mother took her own advice. And I had done the same.

When I met Liam, I didn't know what to think. Sure he was attractive but when he told me what he did well that just made him all the more attractive. So in all honesty I lucked out. My father wasn't the best looking man but my mom married him nonetheless.

My phone buzzes again and this time I look down at the screen. It's Karen. I hit accept and slowly raise the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Arolyn. What's going on? Why haven't you answered the phone? Did something happen?" Karen speaks frantically.

"Liam is in surgery again. His brain started to swell," I say almost robotically.

"Oh my poor baby. I'm almost there. Call me if anything happens," she says then the line clicks. I sigh and drop my phone back in my lap. What was I going to do?

Harry's POV:

Almost done. I was nearly finished. I just had to close. Once I finished closing I sighed in relief, much like I did after every surgery. I took a look at the machines and everything was normal. He had made it. Cara would be happy to hear it.

"Alright. He's done. Take him to the ICU," I order Lydia.

"Yes sir," she replies quickly.

"Lydia please stop calling me sir," I say just before she leaves the room.

"Sorry. I keep forgetting," she calls back. I leave the room and pull off my gloves and toss them. Now I had to find Cara and tell her the 'wonderful' news.

Sure I was happy that I had saved him but something in the back of my mind was telling me to make a mistake. One little mistake and I could take away his ability to speak. Or worse. But I wasn't that person. I couldn't think like that.

To say I was jealous would be an understatement. I hated him and I didn't even know him. He was the one that held her heart and I didn't like that. But I had one advantage over him. I was the one that Cara was confiding in with all of this. We had a strong bond. Stronger then a long lost love that returns to your life with a wife.

I wouldn't use it though. I wouldn't hold it against her. I couldn't. When the time was right I would simply present her with the decision to choose him or me. I would just hope that she chooses me. But now was not the time to make her decide.

I find her pacing outside the ICU. Her body is tense and she seems deep in thought. I approach her and she looks up at me.

"Is he okay? What happened?" she asks.

"He's fine. The surgery was a success. But I think you should wait until he wakes up to go see him," I warn her. She nods then throws her arms around me. I hug her back.

"Thank you," she mumbles.

"For what?" I ask. She lifts her head up and looks at me.

"For saving him," she says and presses a kiss to my cheek. She pulls away. "Anyway I should get back to work. I'll see you later?" I nod and she walks off. Now I wasn't feeling so confident that she would ever pick me.

Liam's POV:

"Liam? Liam? Can you here me?" I hear the soft voice of my mother. My body is slowly coming to and I'm becoming aware of the pain again. Everything hurts. It seems worse then when I woke up the first time. My eyes flutter open and land on my mom. She smiles in relief.

"Mom?" I ask. She nods. "What are you doing here?"

"Arolyn called me," she answers. I totally forgot about that.

"You didn't have to come mom. I'm fine," I say. She shakes her head.

"Oh don't be so strong Liam. You just came out of another surgery. You could have died," she says softly.

"But I didn't," I mumble. I look around for Arolyn but she's not in the room. "Where's Arolyn?"

"She said she was going to the cafeteria."

"Oh." is all I say. We're both silent for a moment. "You really didn't have to come mom. I know how you hate hospitals," I say. She smiles weakly and places a hand on mine, careful not to disturb the IV.

"It's okay Liam. Besides what kind of mother would I be if I didn't come see my son in the hospital," she tries to make a joke but I don't find it funny. It just sunk in that I could've died today and I didn't even know it.

"Mom. I'm scared," I say quietly. She frowns and caresses my cheek.

"It's going to be okay Liam. You're going to be okay," she soothes. My eyes start to water as I think of how much it destroyed her when she lost my dad. It was a hard year for her. For both of us. I swear I could feel death breathing down my neck. But I didn't know what was going on at the time. All I knew was the pain in my head and everything was fading in and out.

"What if I'm not?" I ask. She closes her eyes and takes my hand.

"You can't think like that Liam. You'll be okay. Just keep telling yourself that," she tells me. I nod slowly and smile weakly. I was going to be okay. I had to keep telling myself that. I wasn't ready to leave this world. Not the way things are.

A/N: Sorry for so many POV's this chapter. I had to get everybody. But yeah so this is probably going to be a short story so I'm thinking it will stop around maybe 30ish chapters, maybe more. I have no idea yet. Anyway until next time peoples.