Lady Jaye stared blindly out the window, her mood matching that of the stormy skies outside. She felt as pent up as they did, as if any moment she might burst. However, her storm would be filled with more than just tears.
Sighing, she turned around and stared at the hospital bed where he lay, almost hidden in a maze of tubes and other medical equipment. Tears threatened, but she held back. Now wasn't the time. She had to stay strong, for him. What if he woke up, only to find her blubbering like a fool? He'd end up saying some asinine thing like it was his fault.
She rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself. If only he would wake up, she thought. It had been just a routine mission. Something they had done all the time. How could it go so drastically wrong?
She watched silently as the nurses came in to check on him, jotting down notes on his chart. Normally, her phobia of hospitals kept her far from here. Now, they couldn't get her to leave and had stopped trying. Instead, they turned a blind eye or, worse, a sympathetic glance her way. She'd rather they ignore her as his condition never seemed to change.
His family, of course, had been alerted, and they were on their way. Scarlett had informed her of that the last time she had tried to persuade her to leave, if only for a little while. She needed sleep, she had told her, or at least rest.
Lady Jaye had shrugged in response, telling her she could get rest and food here, if she wanted them. Which she didn't. Reverse psychology hadn't worked on her, either. What would Flint say if he saw her present condition? they tried. He would've done the same for her, she knew, not leaving her side. It was just the way they were.
A damn routine mission.
She sighed, watching the nurses leave, shutting the door quietly behind them.
She walked over to the bed, to the chair she had drawn up as close as possible to the bed. She sat, resting her hand on his, hoping by sheer will power she could awaken him from the coma he had slipped into.
She laid her head on his hand, wishing to feel it softly caressing her face, if only for one more time. It couldn't end like this, could it? The doctors had shaken their heads, telling her there was nothing they could do but wait.
She frowned. Damn doctors, what did they know anyway? She had even thought of trying to move him to a private hospital – she had more than enough money to pay the bills, not to mention a whole host of specialists who would wait on him hand and foot. No, they had told her, he couldn't be moved, not in his condition.
She felt so….useless. Her continued presence didn't seem to help. Her money nor her family's influence couldn't buy his recovery. She sighed again. What good could she do? She just knew she couldn't leave him, not even for a moment. What if he woke up and asked for her? What if….
No, she didn't want her thoughts going there.
Her mind floated back to the specialists. Maybe if she couldn't get him in a private hospital, she could pay them to come here? She knew his present doctors would see it as an insult, but they were already overworked anyway…maybe they'd see it as a blessing? She'd use every penny in her account if she had to, to make sure he got proper care.