Waiting (A Marianas Trench Fic) - ON HOLD -

Waiting (A Marianas Trench Fic)

 Here is something that I have been working on, it's a major work in progress. Please let me know what you think.

I was inspired to write this, because of a part in Some Getaways Pay Well. So please, enjoy or not it's up to you

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Slouching in his chair, he shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable as he waited. He waited to hear something, anything. Nobody seemed to have anything to give him. They would walk by and when he asked they would just shake their head and give him the tiniest smiles known to mankind. Ian Casselman ran his hands over his curly hair and sighed heavily, he had bags forming under his eyes and he was tired, but he couldn't go home.

Even if he did go home, he'd never be able to stand it. What would he do there? Pace up and down like he was doing now. A kind nurse had suggested he try and sleep that last the sum of three minutes. The second he closed his eyes he could see it all. The image from a photo he had seen of the silver car, smashed on the driver's side was enough to make him physically sick.

He'd got the call while playing a gig with his band, he was the drummer. As he listened to their front man tell a few jokes, Ian could feel his phone vibrating against his leg. Normally he never took a call during a show, but something told him to check it at least. Fate had certainly intervened. Pulling his phone out, his face fell and he felt himself go almost limp seeing that it was the local hospital.

Without a word he had got up and rushed off the stage, taking the call as he went. They'd asked him to come down and identify somebody for them. The entire drive he had felt his heart in his throat, he could imagine what was waiting for him. Identify somebody usually meant come down and tell us if this is your loved one laying on out cold slab.

When he'd arrived he was met by a doctor, telling him that nobody had died but there had been an accident. Ian could feel everything around him starting to spin as the man explained the situation. There had been an accident, the car was a complete write off and Chelsea...she was in surgery but they expected her to make a full recovery.

Hearing that his girlfriend of four and a half years was at least alive and expected to be fine had lifted so much off of his shoulders, but he still wanted to know how she was and when he could see her.

"There you are!"Exclaimed his band mate and close friend, Mike, sitting in the chair next to him. "What's going on? You just ran and we were told there was an emergency."

"I'm sorry; I didn't want to worry anybody." Ian said quietly.

"Yeah, because running out didn't worry us." His other band mate, Matt said leaning against the wall.

"So." The fourth man spoke up, looking uneasy about the situation. Josh didn't deal well with issues like this. "Is..what..um.."

"She's in surgery, she...she broke her leg in three places, fractured a few bones and her head is pretty banged up." Ian explained slowly with a shaky breath.

"So they'll fix her up, give her some stitches and she'll be home by the end of the week!" Mike said trying to at least sound optimistic for his friend.

Ian shrugged and managed a small nod.

"If anybody can pull through this, it's Chelsea." Matt encouraged, poking Josh in the side to try and be upbeat. Josh nodded and muttered something about Matt and Mike being right. "Do you need anything?"

"No, but...somebody, maybe I should. Her parents don't..." Ian rambled. "Could you call them?"

Matt nodded and grabbed Josh's arm, dragging him away from the waiting room. They'd find a cafeteria or something; get Ian some food because Matt knew he hadn't eaten in a good twelve or thirteen hour span and to call Chelsea's parents. Calling them was going to be hard, Matt knew he didn't have every detail they'd want and being that they were in Winnipeg it wasn't like they could be in Vancouver in minutes or even without proper planning.

"What happened? Do they know why it happened?" Mike asked the burning question.

"Drunk driver, ran a red and..." Ian took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "When they called and asked me to come identify a person for them, I thought...Why Chels? Why anybody? Why do people do such stupid fucking things?" Ian spat.

"People are assholes." Mike agreed rubbing his hands together as he sat back in his chair. He may as well try to get halfway comfortable, because nobody was leaving this place just yet.

Sitting, Ian and Mike kept checking the time, slowly the minutes passed yet it seemed like hours had been going by. For Ian he had been here almost five hours, the other three had arrived maybe two hours ago. It had been almost half an hour before Matt and Josh returned. Matt explained that Josh had taken all the time he could not to head back to the emergency room. Nobody blamed him, Josh had his reasons. Under any other circumstance, Ian would have been with him, but this was different.

Explaining that he was unable to talk directly to Chelsea's parents, Matt had left a voice mail for them and asked them to call Ian back as soon as they could. Thanking his friends, Ian sat staring at the same spot on the floor that he'd been staring at for the last twenty minutes. Offering Ian something to eat or drink, Josh gave up when he repeatedly refused. If Ian didn't want it they couldn't force him.

Once everybody had settled in, they sat in silence which was unusual for the four. All they had to do now was wait.