Author's notes: Thanks for sticking with me. I teach Driver Education during the summer, so I've been driving around with beginning drivers for 10 hours a day! Not the time to spend writing since I'm too busy watching traffic and making sure the student is avoiding others. Any how, as of today I am free! So, here is the next chapter.

Hospital Waiting Room, White Plains 10:15pm

Why is it that no matter how attractive a waiting room chair looks, it still is the most uncomfortable thing in the world? Honey moved trying once again to find a comfortable position.

"Not very comfortable is it?" Peter Belden smiled ruefully. "I could take you home if you want. The doctor said it would be at least another hour before Regan is out of surgery and it's getting late."

"No thank you. I want to stay and make sure everything goes ok. If I were home I would never get to sleep." Honey walked over to the window and looked at the falling snow slowly blanketing the parking lot. "Thanks again for calling everyone. I know I wouldn't have been able to get through it with out getting someone panicked."

"That was no trouble at all Honey. I'm just glad we convinced Dan to wait until morning before driving down. The last thing we would need is another person to visit in the hospital." Peter stood and crossed to where Honey stood. " I'm going to walk down and see if I can find a cup of coffee anywhere. Can I get you anything?"

"I can't think of anything. I'll wait here." Honey returned to the chairs and attempted to find a comfortable position.

It was sometime later when Honey felt a hand on her shoulder gently shaking her awake. "How could I have fallen asleep?" She sat up groggily. "Is everything alright?"

Peter sat down across from her, "The nurse said the doctor would be out in a minute to talk with us since we represent the family. It sounds like everything is going to be just fine."

Minutes later the surgeon who had performed the surgery on Regan's leg was reassuring them that everything had went as well as could be expected.

"Young bones heal quickly," Doctor Cumberland informed them. "Of course he'll need some rehabilitation and therapy to get everything back in shape, but barring any complications I would say that Bill should expect to regain full use of his leg."

Honey let out a sigh of relief. "That's wonderful news Doctor. How soon can we see him?"

"He'll be out of recovery in a half an hour or so and then they'll get him settled into a room. You should be able to see him for a little while then. He'll be pretty much out of it the rest of the night." Doctor Cumberland stood, shook hands with Mr. Belden and disappeared back through the doors towards the surgical area.

"I can see you're determined to wait and see Regan's doing fine for yourself, so I won't even try to talk you into going home." Peter smiled a Honey and turned back to a four year old issue of Readers Digest.

Honey excused herself to the ladies room. As she washed her hands she studied the reflection in the mirror. Her hair had dried into clumps that had then flattened while she slept. Running her fingers through it in an effort to make herself more presentable she began to cry. The let down from the adrenaline that she had been experiencing finally had caught up to her. After several minutes of sobbing, Honey washed her face with cold water and left the women's room.

"I was just coming to find you." Peter was picking up their coats. "The nurse said they have just moved Regan into a room and we can stop in for a minute or two before we leave."

They walked silently along the corridors until they reached the room that the nurse had directed them to. " Why don't you go in and say hello while I speak with the nurse and make sure they have our numbers." Peter gave her a reassuring pat on the back. "Let Regan know we are all thinking about him."

Honey slipped into the dimly lit room. Regan's eyes were closed and as she moved closer to the bed Honey noticed how pale he looked. Taking Regan's hand, she squeezed it lightly and whispered to herself. "Bill Regan you scared me. If you ever do that to me again I'll kick your butt."

The rough, calloused hand in hers suddenly tightened and a slightly slurred voice answered. "Like to see you try it."

A surprised Honey pulled away. She hadn't expected this. Clearing her throat, "Regan. Of course I didn't mean, well I did, but," her voice cracked as it filled with emotion. Tears prickled at her eyes.

Regan eyes opened slightly "Honey, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Honey sounded incredulous. "You didn't do anything to be sorry about. You had an accident, it wasn't like you did it on purpose."

"I scared you. Wouldn't do that." Regan's eyes had closed again.

"It was just that I was so scared that I would lose you." Honey felt his grip loosen slightly and his breathing was evening out as sleep was overtaking him again. "I'm going to let you get some sleep. I'll be back in the morning." Getting no response Honey placed his hand down gently and leaned over to give him a light kiss on the forehead. "Sweet dreams Bill."

A mumbled reply surprised her. Straightening up, she looked at the sleeping man and slipped from the room. Outside the door, Peter Belden met her and together they walked to the parking lot.

It was a slow drive back. The snow had played itself out and according to Mr. Belden, the temperature had climbed back up enough to keep the roads from freezing. Honey sat quietly, her face turned towards the window. The occasional passing vehicle would light the car and reflect her image in the window.

Peter Belden glanced over, "Poor kid," he thought. "What a night she's had. She's probably still in shock from finding Regan injured like that."

Little did he realize that the 'shock' that Honey was dealing with was something completely different. Looking unseeingly out the window, the young woman sat replaying the scene in her mind, trying to convince herself that she had some how misunderstood.

Leaning over, her lips brushed against his warm forehead. "Sweet dreams Bill." A mumbled reply surprised her.

"Love you Honey."