I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

XCVIII.

Sitting in the corridor, Lindsey bobbed his knee up and down as he impatiently waited on her doctor to make some sort of diagnosis.

Of course, as soon as she was checked in under an alias, her doctor was paged and luckily, he was already in the hospital.

Pretty soon, Dr. Arthur walked in and immediately caught the guitarist's attention.

"Hey, doc, what's wrong?" he got up to meet him.

"Her blood pressure is very low," he stated bluntly. "What's going on? I have her on an I.V., she's in some sort of distress..."

"Her son died..." he mentioned.

"What?" he pondered for a moment. "Jeffrey?" It was only an assumption considering that it was the older one.

He nodded.

Before any questions were asked, Lindsey gave a brief summary of the accident that happened the day before he was supposed to come home, in fact, how he got to California and was technically only 20 minutes away.

"If you know your patient well enough, you know the way she gets her bad feelings something is gonna go wrong. She's been having really bad anxiety prior to finding out, we got the news yesterday morning and it's been a mess. Of course, I understand she's grieving, but it's been really hard already, especially while I try and take care of Lily."

He sighed, unsure of how to reply when surely he knew her just as well as her family did---she was like family to him and vise versa.

"I'm really worried about her," he shook his head. "Robert and her kids are worried."

"I understand..." he nodded in agreement. 

"We even thought she was going through postpartum, Robert brought it up..." he sighed. "But when it was time to get to that conclusion, a military officer came and delivered the news... Robert just told me to keep an eye on her because of the grief."

He nodded, "Y'know, despite it all, because she really is transparent with me---he knows her so well. You've both seen a lot, but he's dealt with so many of her mood swings, I can't tell you. It's a good he let you know that..."

"I'm grateful," he agreed. 

"How's he doing?" he then wondered, gesturing for him to follow him.

Following the man in the white lab coat, he started explaining some of the details---mentioning that Jeffrey's sudden departure wasn't anything they were expecting, but not truly everything as they were both pretty occupied with Stevie and her state.

"Can you explain the glass for me?" he wondered, picking up her hand to show how her forearm was wrapped in gauze.

"It was before I got downstairs, but she broke some things..." he shrugged, unsure of what to tell him. "I assume she threw it or something... There was glass shattered all over the kitchen floor and I got downstairs to Robert trying to console her."

"Okay."

"I don't think either of us noticed, she was crying so much until she passed out," he claimed.

"It probably bounced off and hit her without anybody knowing... Um," he sighed. "Tell me about the last couple days; her diet... Is she still breastfeeding?"

"Yeah, she is..."

"Okay," he checked off the box and kind of kept going through some of the more standard questions.

"Things started getting weird around Tuesday," he claimed, recalling well that was when Shannon got home.

"Weird, how?" he wondered. "I'm not trying to be nosy, but--"