A Long Lost Friend / Riker Fanfic

Crime and Recovery

Kayla's POV 

OH MY GOD! IT IS! Just then Riker started wheezing and gasping for air. The paramedics pushed me out of the way.

"We got a pulse! He is now breathing! Hurry give me the oxygen tank! I need a stretcher! We need to get him to the hospital stat!" The man who tried to move me screamed.

Oh my, he's alive. I can't believe this. I just sat there on the ground, watching every move they made. After they got him loaded and taken away they put me on a stretcher and done the same. I wasn't in horrible condition, but I definitely needed to go get checked out for my lungs.

Yeah, it hurt to breathe. But all I could think about was Riker. I have no idea how he is, and who knows when I will know how he is doing. I get to the ER and they start running all kinds of test on me. Here came the doctor, finally!

"Yes is this Kayla?" He asked

"Yeah it is." Duh, I thought to myself.

"Alright we ran test, we ran very single one we could possibly think of. Only thing you have is damaged lungs. Which is completely understandable. But with time the should heal, so until then we are going to give you an inhaler to use when you're out in public. Also, we are going to give you an oxygen tank to use at night for when you sleep. Do you have any other questions for me?"

"Not about myself. But how's Riker!? Can I see him?"

He gave me a strange look. Probably because I didn't care about me. My number one priority was him. I need to know if he's okay.

"Well, I can't release his information to you. Since your not family." WHAT IS HE SERIOUS?

"No, you have to tell me. I came on here with him. Please you have to tell me." I tried pleading.

"I'm sorry, but I can't break our privacy policy. Get a hold of his family and they can tell you after they come here"

"But his family is all the way in California!" 

"I'm sorry, but that's all I can do." Then he left.

Shit! I completely forgot to call Stormie and everyone. This is, I don't even know how to say this. I grabbed the phone in my room and dial her cell phone number. It rang about 4 times until I heard he droggy voice answer.

"Heelllooooo?"

"Stormie.... it's Kayla...."

"Hey sweetie everything alright? Who's number is this, where's your cell phone?" I just started crying.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" She asked again.

"Stories, you need to come here now. My mom's house caught fire. We're in the hospital, I'm doing decent, but they won't tell me how Riker is. I'm really worried Stormie please hurry and get here."

"Oh my.. I'm on my way."

She hurried and hung up the phone. I get my release papers and wait in the waiting room. Seconds, was minutes, minutes was hours. I sat there helplessly. I couldn't do anything. It was killing me inside. I have been here for at least 16 hours from when I arrived in the ambulance. Tears was flooding down my face, then I see everybody.

I jump up and run to them. They all just grabbed me, you could tell they all have been crying to.

"Where's Riker?" Stormie asked.

"I-I don't know, they won't tell mean nothing." I manage to get out.

Mark runs over to the receptionist and gets the information. They open the doors and we all run, back. Well I walked, I couldn't run. My lungs was still hurting. We get to the intensive care unit.

"Who are you here for?" The lady asked.

"My son, Riker Lynch. He was brought in a few hours ago."

"Have a seat and I'll call the doctor to come to you Mr. Lynch."

We all sat there, tears, and silence. Finally I had to say something.

"Stormie, Mark, everyone I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. If I wouldn't of left.... I'm really not trying to make this about me. But I feel so responsible. I'm so sorry." I laid my head on my knees crying so hard I couldn't breathe. Stormie grabbed me.

"Sweetheart, don't blame this on yourself. It's not your fault. Okay?"

"But I...."

"No. It's not, none of us could have known this was going to happen. It's not your fault, please don't blame yourself." She said to me.

Before I could answer the doctor comes out.

"Lynch?" He yelled. We all jump up and go over.

"Yes." Mark said.

"Okay, here's what's going on with him. He inhaled a lot of carbon monoxide. Inhaling carbon monoxide decreases the body's oxygen supply. This can cause headaches, reduce alertness, and aggravate a heart condition known as angina. There's a big possibility be might develop it. He's going to have to stay here a few weeks." He stopped but started again.

"I was informed by the paramedics that when the fire department found him, he was kind of laying on her. When he did that it helped keep her from inhaling as much as he did. That's why she is free to go and isn't in as bad of shape. Also, he was dead and the scene. They tried to revive him for 20 minutes and didn't get a thing. They told me that, that young lady laid there with him for over and hour after they pronounced him dead, she refused to leave him. Some how he came back to life, which is nothing short of a miracle." He kind of paused.

"Here's the best news we got him stabilized, he is now awake and breathing on his own. Only thing I could figure, is that girl is the reason he's alive. He held on for her, I've heard of stories like this. Not common, but it does happen. But he will have to be on oxygen for quite some time. If he is better in a few weeks we will release him to go home. You can go see him now."

Geez that guy was winded. I decided to stay out here and wait. I was sitting here for about 2 more hours. What's 2 hours compared to 16? Then they all came out of his room. Mark spoke.

"Kayla, he wants to see you alone now." I just nod my head and slowly go into the room.

I walk around the curtain and there he is, sitting up with so many monitors hooked to him. I couldn't help but to burst right back into tear, my eyes were raw. He looked at me and smiled.

"Come here." He said in a raspy voice. So of course I did.

I sat down beside him and he hugged me as tight as he could. I could hear him crying.

"I never thought I was going to see you again." He said.

"I know baby, me too. I'm so sorry Riker. This is all my fault, you wouldn't be in here if it wasn't for me. I love you so much" he let go and looked at me.

"Don't say that, it's not your fault. I told you I was never going to lose you again. I love you so much. I want you to promise me that you won't blame yourself for this." I shook my head yes.

He grabbed me and pulled me down beside him. I faced him and snuggled myself into his chest. Thank you God for not taking him from me. Thank you so much. Then I was out.

It has been 3 weeks since the fire. He was doing so much better. The doctors finally gave us the okay to go home. I still haven't heard a word from my mom, u couldn't get a hold of her. Who knows with that women though. I was helping Riker get dressed while the rest of the gang got everything else.

We was getting ready to walk out the doors when we see two men, they looked like FBI agents. They walked over to us and told us we had to come to the police station with them. They had some big news they had to talk to us about.

We did as they told us too. We got there and they started using all these fancy words. I just sat there looking like I understood. Until I heard a word I knew. Arson.