In his head, Luke could hear Sky's glass shattering scream. He heard it every time he closed his eyes. What if I'm too late? Luke thought. One hour ago, Luke had received a phone call in Oxford. There had been an accident. They needed him to come back to London. Now he was here, in London, waiting at the hospital as the nurses filled him in. There was a crash. A bad one. Sarah Jane's tiny car didn't stand a chance. The trouble was, she, Sky, Rani and Clyde were inside. Clyde and Rani had escaped alive and with minimal injuries, but, as the nurses claimed, were being treated for shock. Sky, who had been sitting in the passenger seat at the time, and Sarah Jane has received the worst.
Luke fingered his dog-whistle. K-9 would know what to do. But K-9 was at Oxford. "It's Luke, right?" Luke looked up at the doctor who was adressing him, and nodded. "Well. Do you want the good news? Or the bad news?"
Luke stared blankly at him. "I'd just like news. Just any, at all."
"Keepin' it real, huh? Your sister's alive." Luke shut his eyes in relief. She was going to be okay. "Your mother, isn't doing as well. They both have several broken bones not to mention glass and shrapnel inbedded in their flesh. We'd like to keep them both overnight, and hopefully Sky will be released in the morning."
"Can I see them?" Luke inquired, hopeful.
"You can see Sky. Follow me." The doctor stood and walked towards a door leading out of the waiting room.