My Darkest Desire (girlxgirl)

Chapter Nine

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Cricket hated hospitals. She had ever since she'd been brought to one after the accident, and she saw her parents for the last time in the morgue. Her body shivered as she walked through the door of the lobby, Mrs. Borgenson clinging to her arm, but if the woman asked she would blame it on the draft running through the air.

Somehow, the nurse at the reception desk seemed to know exactly who the woman was, and Cricket would realize only later that it was because she and Carolina looked so much alike. They were taken immediately to the ICU, making Cricket's heart sink even further.

At least they hadn't been taken to the morgue. There was hope.

She tried her best to listen as the doctor explained just what had happened, but she was trying to peer over his shoulder into the room behind him. Carolina was in there, she just knew it.

“Blood loss...nothing broken...unsure of the degree of head trauma...”

Cricket was only catching bits of the doctor's explanation, but it was enough to freak her out.

“Will she be okay?” She interrupted, tears finally leaking from her light eyes.

For the first time, the man seemed to notice her, and he gave her a once over before he answered. “She should be fine. None of her injuries seem to be life threatening. We'll do all we can. She's a fighter.”

She's a fighter. Isn't that what all doctors say before the patient dies?

Cricket pushed the thought out of her mind. She had to stay positive.

“Can we see her?” Mrs. Borgenson asked, and the doctor nodded. Cricket immediately pushed past him and straight into the room, not looking at the person in the bed until she was directly beside it.

Carolina was pale, that was the first thing she noticed. There were marks ranging from scratches to shallow cuts to bruises slowly forming all over the face that was usually so perfectly clear. Her body was dressed in one of those cheap hospital gowns that always left your backside bare, but from her neck down she looked fine.

Cricket was dimly aware of the broken girl's mother beside her now, sobbing quietly into a handkerchief that the hospital must have given her. The brunette herself didn't know how to react, but she didn't want to leave her friend alone, either.

She sank into the couch at the foot of the bed and curled up, willing herself to wake up because this couldn't be reality. Could it?

The next thing Cricket remembered was opening her eyes to find the hospital room empty, except for herself and the obvious inhabitant of the bed in front of her. She must have dozed off and Mrs. Borgenson didn't think to wake her as she left.

Not like she would have gone with the woman, anyway. Cricket pretty much declared this couch hers for as long as it took Carolina to recover enough to come home.

But now they were alone, and Cricket couldn't stop herself from moving to the plastic chair next to her best friend's bed side. She noticed the girl's pale hand sticking out from under the sheet, and she didn't hesitate to take it.

She had been so angry at the girl just that morning, so confused by what had happened recently between them. It seemed as though all that anger melted away now, and she'd take the awkwardness between the pair if it meant Carolina would be okay.

She had to be okay.

Tears were welling up in Cricket's eyes now, but she tried to keep them from spilling over. Carolina's chest rose and fell steadily as she breathed, and side from the lacerations on her face, the blonde could have very well been sleeping.

“Carolina?”

Cricket looked to the door, frowning when the figure stepped into the harsh lighting of the room.

“What do you want, Danny?”