Author's Note: Before I get started, I just wanted to say thank you to xjojox, wertzy, and MilicaBrooks for the kind reviews. (Also, if you don't recognize it, I own it.)
January 23, 2012
When Phil woke up the next morning he squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to sleep longer. Finally, the urge to pee forced him out of bed and he made his way to the bathroom. On his way to the other room, he noticed Penny wasn't in her bed, and assumed she spent the night in Tate's room.
When he was done he turned the TV on. He walked over to the coffee maker and started brewing a cup. "This just in," said the anchorwoman, "late last night there was a fatal car crash involving WWE Diva, Penny Brooks." The cup fell from his hand and he spun around to face the TV, his eyes wide with terror. The anchorwoman continued, "Brooks, and her boyfriend, Tate Rossi, were hit by a drunk driver, who died later at the scene. We don't have any word yet on Brooks' condition, or on Rossi's."
Phil turned off the coffee pot, got dressed as quickly as he could, and grabbed his cell phone and wallet. As he ran down the hall to the elevator, he checked his phone. He had two missed calls, and two voice mails, one from the local hospital, and one from Brie.
Phil arrived at the hospital and rushed inside, "Can I help you sir?" asked the woman at the front desk. "I'm here to see my sister, Penelope Brooks."
"Just one moment," she smiled sweetly, he didn't bother to return it. He was filled with anxiety, and needed to see that Penny would be all right. "She's on the second floor, room 206."
"Thank you." He started towards the elevator when the woman called him back.
"Sir, you need a visitor pass."
He groaned and turned back to get the little placard, clipped it to his shirt, and headed for the elevator once again.
When he opened the door to Penny's room, he saw Brie sitting at her side. Phil swallowed hard and blinked a few times, wincing at the sight. His beautiful sister laid in a hospital bed, unconscious. Her face was covered in cuts, and there was an IV attached stuck in her hand. Her skin was paper white, and with her red hair, she looked more like Stephen's sister, than his. A small teddy bear with a light pink shirt that read, "Get well beary soon" was sitting on a small table next to the bed. "There you are! I was about to call you again. It's called emergency contact for a reason."
"Forgive me for sleeping!" he growled. She didn't say a word as Phil moved around to the side of the bed. He held Penny's IV-free hand tightly in his and knelt down beside her. "Is she going to be okay?"
Brie shrugged, "The doctor hasn't come back with the MRI results yet. They took x-rays though, she doesn't have any broken bones."
Phil nodded to let her know he'd heard.
A few minutes later, the doctor came in with a folder. Phil stood up, and turned to face him. "You must be the brother Miss Garcia was telling me about."
Phil nodded.
"I'm Dr. Reed. I have the results from the MRI. There isn't any internal damage, however, your sister has lost a lot of blood. The blood loss is what caused her to loose consciousness, so we've hooked her up to an IV, and we're giving her a blood transfusion."
"She'll be okay, though, right?"
Dr. Reed nodded, "I believe so."
There was a moment of silence before the doctor left, and and Phil turned back to his sister, taking a seat next to Brie. "How long have you been here?" he asked Brie.
"Since about three o'clock this morning."
"Jeez! Why don't you go back to the hotel and get some sleep."
She nodded, "When I come back, do you want me to bring anything for either of you."
Phil thought about it for a few minutes, "Yeah, I'm gonna stay with her tonight, so if you could bring me some extra clothes, that would be nice." He brushed some of the hair out of Penny's face, and said, "And bring a few things for her too." He handed Brie the key card for their room, and she left.
A nurse came in every hour or so to change the blood bag on the IV. At one point, she asked Phil if she could get him anything, but he refused. He didn't know what time it was when the doctor came back and asked to speak with him. He stood and joined him outside in the hall, "Mr. Brooks, it's come to my attention that we're out of your sister's blood type, and unless we can-"
Phil cut him off, "Out of it! How can you be out of it?"
"Sir, please calm down. It's a rare blood type, and we're doing everything we can to find a donor."
Phil leaned back against the wall, trying to keep his cool. "Can you test me for a match?"
"Of course."
Phil was taken into a smaller room by another nurse who drew his blood. An hour later, they had a match. The same nurse that had taken his blood, set up a transfusion.
