The Bucket List

six weeks

Kevin's point of view

"What did she say?" Natasha asks, quietly, I know she's thinking the same thing I am, but doesn't want to believe it.

"She's okay." I breathe a breath of relief. Except it's something much stronger than relief, but I don't know what it is. "But, her lungs are weak. And, considering the damage, they aren't exactly looking at four months anymore. More like six weeks to two months."

"Six weeks?" Addison asks.

"That's a month and a half." Nolan says.

"I know," Liam says, "but she's still asleep and she doesn't know yet, so nobody mention it when she wakes up. Either me or the doctor will tell her."

We all nod.

"She's going to be crushed." Rachel says, and we all nod.

Six weeks. Six weeks until I lose my Morgan.

At least she's okay, I tell myself. At least she's going to live.

I can't believe Ashley would do something like this.

"What?" Natasha asks, and I look up at her.

"What?" I ask.

"Did you just say that Ashley did this?"

"Not out loud."

"Yes, you did." Addison says.

"I did?"

"Yeah." Natasha says, "Ashley did this?"

"Yeah." I say, "it was her car. But Morgan can't know that. You can't tell her."

"I can't believe this. She is going to die." Natasha says, and starts to walk towards the door.

"Nat." Julian calls after her, "now's not the time."

"We'll sort her out later." Addison reassures her. "Liam, when can we see her?"

"Whenever. He says, "but we're only allowed two at a time."

"You go first." Rachel says to him, and then looks at me. "You too."

Liam swings an arm around me, and we walk together, through that set of double doors.

The door is closed, and I'm afraid to open it. I don't want to know what she's going to look like, because i'm afraid that it'll hurt me to look at her like that. I don't want to see her when she wakes up and finds out she only has six weeks left. I don't want to see her cry.

Liam puts his hand on the doorknob and slowly turns it. This isn't the first time we've had to do this together. When I slammed the breaks too hard in the car, we were the first two who went to go see her.

When we look inside, there is a curtain that separates us from her, the type that would be there to give her privacy if she had a roommate, except she doesn't have a roommate, and I'm left wondering why it's there. Liam pulls it open just slightly and peers inside, and then walks in. I take a deep breath and walk in behind him, but I won't let myself look at her.

I hear a noise from Liam but I can't tell if it's a sigh of relief or a cry of disbelief.

"Kevin." He says, and I look at him. I can see her in my peripheral vision, but I can't see any of the features.

"What?" I ask coldly, not being able to meet his eyes.

"It's okay. It's only a couple bruises. She's going to be okay."

My gaze goes back and forth between her corner of her bed and the floor, and finally force myself to look at her face, and it is not just a couple bruises. Her skin is paler than snow, and her lips are almost white as well, and they are dry and cracked. A purple, almost black bruise sits underneath her left eye, and another, lighter one sits right below her left cheekbone. There are a couple faint scratches across her forehead and cheek. Her neck is okay, but I can see the top of a large bruise peeking out of the top of her hospital gown. Her right palm is covered in road rash, and her left arm is completely covered in shades of purple, yellow, green and brown. I can't help but notice the ring she's wearing on her left ring finger. The one that I bought her. I smile sadly, remembering that day.