Betrayed
A/N: Now a fourshot. Or well, this would be the first half of part three. The last part should be up tomorrow. I just wanted to hurry and post something, because I meant to update this weekend but didn't have time, because I was out shopping and visiting family.
Part Three
Clare sat slumped in one of the hard backed, uncomfortable seats in the waiting room. Her arms were wrapped protectively around herself and she was staring numbly at a far wall, as she awaited the news on her father. She didn't know what to think or what to feel. Emotions usually came so easy to her, but she had no idea as to what she was feeling. All her anger at her dad had vanished as soon as she'd gotten news about the call. She couldn't believe that her dad was here in the hospital. That he'd been in a horrible car wreck, one caused by a drunk driver slamming into his vehicle.
So far, there was really no news on how he was doing. All she knew was that he was getting some kind of surgery. She didn't even have a clue as to how badly he had been hurt. Clare jumped when she felt a gentle hand touch her thigh and she turned her head to lock eyes with Jake's soft, comforting ones.
"It's going to be okay, Clare." Jake told her earnestly, smiling reassuringly as he wrapped an arm around her slender shoulder's and pulled her close. He pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to the top of her head.
Clare just closed her eyes and took a deep breath and sighed. She wished so much that she could believe him.
Jake's arm tightened aroung her when he saw the doctor coming around the corner holding a clipboard with a grim look on his face.
She sat up straighter when she saw the doctor and she moved her hand to wrap around Jake's, needing his strength.
The prematurely grey haired doctor came up to her and smiled down at her politely. "Are you Clare Edwards?" he asked, looking down at the clipboard in his hands.
She nodded hesitantly, biting her lip. "Yeah." She answered softly, blue eyes filled with worry and terror. "Is my dad okay?"
The doctor who identified himself as Doctor Raegan sighed and took a seat beside of her. "I'm not really sure if it's okay to tell you this without your mother here, but Nurse Johanna told me that your mom said that it was okay and that she'd get here soon."
"You're not answering me Dr. Raegan." Clare answered, voice hardening as she glared at him with icy blue eyes.
Dr. Raegan looked at her sadly. "When the car slammed into your father's, his head slammed into the windshield which caused a brain hemorrhage or bleeding of the brain. Along with that, he has three broken ribs and a broken leg. We are working on stopping the bleeding, now. But I'm not going to lie to you, Miss. Edwards. This doesn't look good. I'll have my nurse come out and let you know when he's out of surgery and when you can see him." He reached a hand out to gently pat the teenage girl on the shoulder, comfortingly before he stood up to leave. This would always be the hardest part of the job. Giving his patients' families bad news.
Clare swallowed the lump in her throat and felt tears sting her eyes. She could feel her hands shake with nerves as she struggled to control her sobs.
Jake sucked in a breath when he heard the doctor's words. He moved out of his chair and knelt infront of Clare, taking both of her hands in his, and looking in her blue eyes. "Clare, c'mon. Please calm down. You aren't going to be of any help to your father if you get yourself sick." He looked at her for a moment before saying, "Do you want to go get some water from the cafeteria? That might calm you down, a bit."
She finally looked at him and nodded slightly, standing up on shaky legs, leaning on Jake for support. He wrapped his arm around her waist and walked with her to the cafeteria to buy them both a drink. When they got back, their parents were standing next to the chairs that Clare and Jake had vacated, gazing down the hall.
"Clare!" Helen Martin shouted, voice filled with emotion and eyes full of concern.
Clare broke away from Jake and ran into her mother's arms, wrapping her arms around her waist and finally letting her tears flow free.
"I'm so sorry that I wasn't here earlier, honey. Glen and I got held up in traffic on the way here from the grocery store." Her mother said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and gazing down at her little girl sadly.
"It's okay." The teen answered, hicupping. "But mom, t-the doctor said that dad has a brain hemmorhage. It's really serious. What if he-"
"Clare Diane Edwards, you are not going to think like that." Helen said firmly, hugging her daughter once more, before leading her to the chairs, Glen and Jake following them, closely.
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A couple of hours later, Clare felt herself being shaken awake. She lifted her head off of her mother's shoulder and looked around the room, bleary eyed. Her gaze landed on the nurse and she woke up fully.
The nurse smiled at the young girl and said, "Dr. Raegan sent me to tell you that we got finished with your father's surgery. He's being moved to his room now. He's not awake and he probably won't be for awhile, but you can go see him in about a half an hour."
"Thank you." Clare's mom murmured to the woman gratefully. She slid her arm from around Clare and unzipped her purse, pulling out her cellphone and zipping her purse back up. "I told Darcy that I'd call her and tell her what is going on. She got on a plane to come home as soon as she heard what happened."
"It will be good to see Darcy." Clare said softly, staring down at her lap. Maybe knowing that Darcy was coming here would help her father heal faster. Clare was already going over what she was going to say to father after not speaking to him for so long. She needed him to know that she loved him, no matter what she tried to say. She couldn't lose him.
Next Part: Clare goes to see her father in his hospital room, Darcy arrives at the hospital.(this really will be the last part.)
