I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

XXXV.

When Stevie arrived to the hospital, she had tears in her eyes as she approached the front desk.

"I'm looking for Robert and Shannon Walker," her words came out as a near whisper. Sniffling, "I'm Stephanie Walker, their wife and mother..." she then added when she realized she hadn't given her name.

"Mm..." the receptionist nodded, looking down at her clip board. "You can follow me," she stood from her chair. "Your daughter was just admitted, you can see her. In the meantime, your husband is being seen by the doctor and in the process of getting admitted."

"You wouldn't happen to know the gravity of the car accident?" she wondered, wiping her tears away. "How it happened, maybe?" 

As the woman led her to the elevator, she mostly kept her head buried in her clipboard. 

"The police that were investigating came to the conclusion that a drunk driver T-boned them as they were turning to get off the freeway. Both vehicles involved were totaled and the driver who hit them was killed in the accident."

She winced.

"It was a very deadly collision," she assured, making sure that whatever the woman was about to walk into wasn't such a horrible shock. 

The elevator opened up and brought them to the third floor of the hospital.

Stevie felt like a lost puppy as she followed the woman blindly through the corridor. 

Making her way down the hall, the receptionist then opened the door, revealing the fact that Shannon was in her own room and she was connected to all sorts of different machines.

"Oh, my little girl," she whispered, walking right over to her side. Swiping the girl's blonde hair out of her face, she sighed, pressing a kiss to her head as she slept too soundly. 

"Is there anything else I can do for you before I head out?" the woman asked the singer. 

"Um..." she paused, mostly taken by her daughter's wounds; the brace on her arm, the taped on bandages that covered some very red scrapes on various parts of her body. "Is the doctor that treated her available?"

"He's in with a patient right now, but I'll send him your way," she nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," she mumbled. 

"My pleasure," she stated before exiting the room.  

Stevie then took a seat in the chair, cradling her daughter's hand between both of hers---sighing to herself as she sat in silence.

Oh, my God... she thought as she became sick to her stomach. Why is this happening? 

After about 10 minutes, the doctor walked in and he pulled the clipboard out of the pocket on the bed.

"Hi, Missus. Walker, I'm Doctor O'Conner," he claimed. 

Standing tall, she sniffled and wiped her face.

"Can you please tell me what's wrong with my daughter? Maybe how my husband is?" she sighed.

"Well, as you know, they were in a very serious collision; she was brought in unconscious and when we noticed not too much visible damage, we ran some blood tests," he sighed. "It seems she has a pretty large quantity of cocaine in her system."

The way his words gutted her---learning that her daughter was walking right into her past footsteps, she almost couldn't formulate words to respond.

"I didn't..." she took a breath, settling her hand to her stomach. "I didn't know she was using..."