Sorry that it's taken me so long to post anything. I haven't gotten a lot of time to write. Well here's the next chapter. Thanks again for all of the support you guys have been giving. This chapter is a bit different than the other ones, but I thought it gave a little time to calm down before the drama unfolds since chapter 6.

Sitting in the waiting room was brutal. Few people in the room were speaking; the only ones were an excited, but tired looking young man and the elderly couple, presumably his or his wife's parent, he was speaking to. They were the only people who looked anywhere close to happy. Everyone else sat silently; the rooms only noise came from those three talking and the annoying chatter of a daytime talk show coming from a large wall-mounted TV.

Among those who were waiting silently, Idris sat, she twiddled her thumbs as she stared vacantly down at them, not really seeing them or anything around her. She was still in shock at what had happened. That was the first time she'd seen anyone faint and it was not something that she wanted to see again.

"Oh John…" She mumbled. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt tremendously tired all of a sudden; she could see his body crumpling to the floor. She kept hearing a shattering noise as it did so, even though that hadn't actually happened.

Idris held her head in her hands, feeling as if this was just a nightmare.

Amelia and Rory Williams sat just a few chairs away from her. They too were silent. They held hands tightly, but Amy was visibly disturbed. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were flushed, standing out against her pale skin.

She'd taken a few steps toward him, she'd spoken to him and then he'd just dropped to the ground. Had she done something to him? Had she hurt him in some way?

Her hands ran up and down her jeans anxiously. She hated this incessant waiting! Nothing was happening. She'd been sitting in the waiting room for hours, doing just that waiting. But no information had come through and even though she wasn't a nurse like Rory, she knew that that couldn't mean anything good.

Rory seemed to read her thoughts. "Amy," He said kindly and took her hand lovingly. ", it wasn't your fault. He fainted. It happens. He probably had some kind of disorder. And just because we haven't heard anything, doesn't mean that something's wrong."

"I can't take waiting here, Rory." Amy gulped. "I just can't."

"Why don't you go home then?" Rory asked. "You can, I'll wait."

"No." Amy said stubbornly and sat back in her uncomfortable chair, crossing her arms obstinately.

Rory sighed at his stubborn wife and sat back in his own chair.

Idris watched the couple's dispute. She'd been surprised that the couple had joined her in coming to the hospital. She now knew that the boyfriend was a nurse and was glad that if it had to be any customer that John was to faint in front of it had been him. He'd been excellent at taking care of him. It was his girlfriend that Idris was worried about.

John had actually fainted in front of her and the woman looked visibly shaken and now, from what Idris had overheard, it sounded as if she was blaming herself. Idris would have loved to go over and hug the woman, but she felt it would be odd and awkward to do so, especially, because that would mean she'd have to tell them she'd been listening in on their conversation.

Not that there was much else to do here. After sitting in the waiting room for hours she was beginning to go stir crazy and she figured it had to be just as bad, if not worse, for the couple. Her eyes turned to the hefty woman sitting behind a shield of a glass window, doing paperwork.

One look back at the couple, now sitting awkwardly apart, not facing each other, and she stood up and marched over to the woman. Gathering her strength, she stood, trying to look as imposing as possible, over the woman.

It took the woman a moment to realize that Idris was there and look up from her paperwork. "Can I help..."

Idris cut her off. "Yes. You can. I've been waiting here, along with that couple over there," She pointed to Amy and Rory. ", for hours on end and we've gotten no news! None, whatsoever!"

"Well, miss, you can't rush medicine." The woman said quietly.

"I don't even know if he's alive!" Idris cried, her voice raising to the point where the rest of the waiting room was staring. "Surely he's awake by now, but we haven't heard a thing! We're worried sick you know!"

"Who?"The woman asked sheepishly.

"John Smith!" Idris cried.

"Mam…" Idris glared at her. "Mam… I'll see what I can do."

The woman stepped down from her chair, she was much shorter than she had looked, and waddled away. Idris impatiently tapped her fingers against the glass. She turned back, most likely a bad idea, and saw the couple staring at her. Of course, they both turned away as she looked back, but she could see that they both visibly looked calmer.

She smiled to herself and was about to actually walk over to them, when a voice from behind her said. "Miss." Idris returned to the window, expecting the small woman to be there, but instead she found a surprisingly young and pretty woman in a lab coat, her dark hair tied back in a spiky pony tail, staring at her.

"Yes?" Idris asked, ready to turn her anger on this young woman.

"You inquired about John Smith. I'm his doctor. Dr. Jones." She answered.

"We've been waiting here for HOURS!" Idris howled at the doctor. Dr. Jones didn't answer and Idris now noticed that she seemed on edge and jumpy as if she'd been spooked. In a quieter tone she continued. "You've given us no information if John is even alive!"

"Mr. Smith is alive." Dr. Jones answered formally. "He's awake now and has been so for a few hours. I'm sorry that no one told you. Sometimes there's a lack of communication and information isn't passed down here. Again, I apologize."

Idris was about to retort when she saw the look in the young woman's eyes. Her sparkling brown eyes seemed to be staring straight into Idris, trying to tell her something. Looking deeper into them, Idris could see worry and was that fear?

"What's wrong with him?" Idris asked.

Dr. Jones seemed taken aback by the question, but she answered. "I… We're not sure yet."

"Oh." Idris paused awkwardly. "Can I see him?"

"No." The doctor responded quickly.

"Why not?" Idris gave Dr. Jones a puzzled look.

"He's not up to company."

Idris crossed her arms angrily. "I've been waiting here with no information, wondering if he was even alive, for hours. Then, you tell me he's okay and he's awake, but you won't let me see you."

"I apologized for the lack of information and I'm sorry that you waited here so long, but he's really not up to seeing anyone. If you leave your number here, the hospital can call you with updates or he can call you once he's ready to. What is your relation to Mr. Smith anyway?"

Idris felt her cheeks grow hot as she blushed. "I'm his employer."

"Why are you blushing?" Dr. Jones asked raising an eyebrow.

"I…" Idris trailed off. "Where can I leave my number?"Dr. Jones handed Idris her clipboard and Idris scribbled her name and number down on top. "You better tell that couple over there too. They've also been waiting."

"Thank you and I am really sorry for all the worry this has caused you." Dr. Jones headed off towards Amy and Rory leaving Idris standing alone, silently fuming.