All American: One Shots

Lay Me Down ( Lay Me Down Series Part Two)

7:15 pm.

"Where is he?". Olivia rushed through the hospital's double doors with Layla right behind her. Running straight into her father's arms, Layla collided with Jordan hugging him tightly.

"They just brought him in. He's with the doctors and Miss Grace now. We should know more soon,". Her father gripped her arms, holding her from rushing to go find Spencer.

"I need to see him,".

Olivia spoke in a frantic state. Her eyes searched everywhere for any sign of Spencer.

The hospital was busy, with the phones ringing uncontrollably, families of other patients crowding the waiting room, and doctors and nurses rushing by. It all felt overwhelming. The feeling of her father's hands on her face kept her from crumbling.

Catching his eyes, she focused on them. They didn't ease her worry much seeing that they looked tired. Scared even. Something she hadn't seen in his eyes since the last time Spencer had been admitted.

Since the last time she almost lost him.

The thoughts she wished away were slowly making their way back to the surface. The same ones that would keep her awake through the night. Shaking away her fears she tried to listen to her father's voice.

"I need you to breathe Liv,".

Her father was gentle with his words trying to get his daughter from not having a panic attack. She gave him a nod, trying to breathe through the overwhelming panic she felt building and bubbling in her chest.

"I'm scared,".

She confessed. Olivia's bottom lip quivered blinking back the tears she felt forming in the corners of her eyes. Her father hummed pulling her close to him and hugging her tightly.

"I know baby, but Spencer is strong and he is going to pull through,". Olivia shook her head. "We don't know that,". Billy gave her a nod, letting out a sigh. She was right. He didn't know.

"I don't know Olivia, but that's all we could hope for,".

Olivia understood, her father was right. No one knew. The only thing they could do now was wait until the doctor or nurse would come in and give them an update on Spencer.

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8:30 pm.

It'd been over an hour since Olivia arrived at the hospital and they still hadn't gotten an answer. She hoped this meant it was good. That Spencer was okay.

No news is good news, she kept telling herself. And if the doctors would've came back quickly, it meant that Spencer had needed surgery, or he was in critical condition. But they haven't. At least not yet. And for now, that was the hope she was holding onto.

With every minute passing her energy was draining, and the exhaustion from the adrenaline leaving her system was settling in. Still, she couldn't let herself rest. She couldn't close her eyes for a second afraid of what reality she would wake up to. Instead, she stared ahead awaiting an answer. A sign that Spencer had been okay.

Every now and again Olivia's eyes would drift from the clock on the wall to the double doors. The same double doors the doctors or nurses would come in and out from. It had been more than an hour since Spencer was brought in and she knew any second a doctor would come in.

Yet every time a doctor would walk through those double doors, her heart would stop. She would hold her breath until they passed her by, walking over to another family to break the news about their loved one.

Every time she would hear the doctor say: I'm sorry we did everything we could, she knew they would come bearing bad news. Her legs shook out of nerves while her stomach did flips praying that when it was her turn, that the doctor wouldn't start with I'm sorry.