Punks Not Dead

Long Way Home.

•Lilith's POV•

It had taken lots of coaxing and many soft words whispered into my ear for me to gather myself and to regain composure again.

Rotten had helped me out of Maxi's room and we were now seated in those super uncomfortable hospital chairs, located in the hallway. I stiffled my sobs and burried my face into Rotten's chest, his shirt already soaked from my previous tears. He stroked my hair softly.

Weirdly enough, I thought about how I never realized that Rotten actually had a soft side to him. Before today, he had never let it show. Now, here he was caressing my hair and trying to sooth me from my pain, although I know he probably felt as I did. I tore my face away from his shirt and looked up at him. His face was calm, but in his eyes I could read the pain and worry like it was writen there in ink. He returned the gaze and gave me a reassuring smile.

I never once felt anything more than friendship for Rotten, but at this very moment, with him looking deep into my soul with those teal-blue eyes, I felt my stomach flutter with butterflies. I couldn't help but to give him a half-hearted smile, as I raise my hand to caress his cheek. He bowed his head and his lips brushed mine ever so softly.

A shiver ran through my spine, but all happiness washed away from me as I saw Dr. Sven approach us. I instantly got up and anger and fear seared through me like a hot iron.

"Ay, you better not be here to tell us some more fucking bad news! You said she was in fucking good hands!" I screamed at him, my words dripping with hate.

Dr. Sven remained calm, obviously used to this kind of reaction and he gestured for us to sit down. "I came to give you some news about Miss Maxigan, yes..." My heart sank into my shoes and a sudden urge to vomit overwhelmed me. I clung to Rotten for support. "But this is good news, not at all what you were thinking, Miss...?"

I sighed in relief, "Lilith."

"Well, Lilith, I came to tell you that Maxigan has shown sign of consciousness. She's not conscious at the moment, though. And it may take days or weeks even, before she becomes fully conscious, but the fact that she is already showing signs, proves that she will be able to make a full recovery." He said, smiling at us. "She's a very strong willed little lady. After what she just went through, in all honesty, not many people actually make it back." He spoke, placing a caring hand on my shoulder. The thought of Maxi being able to recover in full brought tears to my eyes. But this time, tears of joy.

"DID YOU HEAR THAT ROTTEN? SHE'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT!!!" I exclaimed, jumping into his arms, almost causing him to keel over. I kiss him passionately. He looks at me, dazed and a wide grin playing his lips.

"I think we ought to go out and get a drink, m'love. We both need it. Our nerves are shot and well...we might as well celebrate a bit." I nod and turn to Dr. Sven.

"Can we come back to see her tonight?" I ask him. "Not tonight, unfortunately, we're going to be running some tests on her and she needs to rest up as much as possible. But if you two want to swing by in the morning, you're more than welcome to do so. Just leave your name and number with the nurse at the front desk and we will give you a call if there is any progression."

We thank the doctor, give our names to the receptionist and head home for a well deserved rest. One thing is still buzzing in my mind as we stroll, hand-in-hand down the darkened streets. Where the fuck is Sid?