cast l.h

week twelve part seven

"Welcome to Hampton's Heritage, I'll be right with you," the receptionist says to a new patient. She has repeated this for the eleventh time in the past hour.

I look at my hands. They're cut in some places, and I can't tell if the blood beneath my fingernails is my own or Izzy's.

I seem to be reliving the crash with every second refreshing the scene.

I found her covered in blood. It happened so quick, I turned onto the road, going as fast as I could to catch up with her, but it was too late. The car had lit into flames. I had broke open the drivers side window and probably called out for her a million times.

Although she wasn't conscious, I knew that she knew I was there. I waited for a few minutes for the paramedics to arrive. I clung to her faint body, putting pressure on the giant wound on her torso.

It hadn't seemed real, but instead it felt like it was all a bad dream. I feel a burn in the back of my throat and then wetness filled my eyes.

"Luke," Ben's voice rings simultaneously with Jacks.

I turn my head and look at them as the rush towards me. My legs pick me up and I wipe my eyes as they both pull me into a tight hug. I let out a sigh into their shoulder. Jack pulls away first and sits down next to my waiting room chair. Ben sits on the other side.

My eyes avoid their concerned looks. I stare at my feet and tap them against the floor while biting my lip, trying to stop the tears.

"What happened Luke? Will she be okay? You were so vague on the phone," Ben mutters.

"It's bad Ben," my voice cracks "they all keep telling me to wait and be patient. The nurses said they are doing their best. You know thats never a good sign." I tug at my hair, "It's my fault to. She was leaving because of me," the tears return and my teeth break the skin of my dry lips.

Jacks hand rests on my back, patting it every so often. "You can't blame yourself for things you had no control over," he says.

I look into his face, "She always says that when I get upset about Mom."

He sighs. Ben taps my shoulder handing me a small styrofoam cup of hot coffee. I hadn't even noticed he had left. "She will be okay, I know it," Ben hesitantly says.

A hear a door open and shut behind me. The doctor walks to the receptionists and whispers something in her ear. She stands up with a clipboard in her grasp, "Luke Hemmings?" Her voice fills the room.

I stand up as quick as lightning and rush over to the front desk. The doctor is taken aback at first. "You're here for Isabella Cooper, correct?"

I nod frantically, afraid of what he'll say.

"Normally I wouldn't let you see her, because you're not family and all, but from the closest looks of it . You're all she's got here. She keep asking for you anyways."

My eyes widen at his news, she's alive. She's alive. She's alive. Thank God.

The doctor then motions for me to follow as he walks back into the halls. I glance back at my brothers who both nod when I meet their eyes.

Her room is a single, and it's far from the entrance. The long winding hallways remind me of a maze. Ominous feelings linger in the air. When I reach the door I look to the doctor, but he has already left me alone, probably to attend to another patient.

The door handle is cold and when I go to open the door, the hinges squeak loudly. I cringe entering the dark room. Machine noises fill the room somehow echoing off of the floor and walls. Her bed is covered halfway by a hanging curtain.