"Mister, you have to stay here." The nurse said, "We can't allow you to go in the trauma room."
"But-" Roger said but then was interupped by the nurse.
"The doctor will inform you to everything that is going on right now, soon. You can go to the waiting room across the hall from the trauma room." The nurse said then leaving Roger alone.
Roger slid down the wall and began to cry. Mark ran frantically to the hospital and looked over the hallway and saw the figure curled up aganist the wall.
"Roger." Mark said out of breath.
Roger looked up to him with his eyes were all red and swollen from crying. "Mark."
"Anything yet?" He asked and squat down to Roger's height.
"No." He whispered and wiped his nose with sleeve. "Why does this have to happen to her?"
"I don't know.." Mark put his hand on Roger's shoulder.
"For the past few days after her attempt, we talked and laughed, it made her forget the troubleness back her home." Roger said quietly. "She has become one of my best friends."
"Are you here for Jamie Elizabeth Maner?" The doctor asked, looking down to Roger and Mark.
"That's me." Roger stood up and sniffled. "I'm Roger Davis."
"Hi, I'm Dr. Pascal." He shook Roger's hand. "Mr. Davis, may I talk to you privately?"
"Yes." Roger nodded and went to another room with the doctor.
"Mr. Davis, she has a Basilar Skull Fracture, which means that she's has fracture at the base of her skull." Dr. Pascal said.
"Oh, my god..." Roger ran his fingers through his long shaggy hair. "Is she going to be okay?"
"The surgeron is going to explain to you what they're going to do." He said. "He'll be coming down shortly."
"Ok." Roger sniffled and wiped his tears. "Where is she now?"
"She's in the trauma room and is waiting for go to surgery." Dr. Pascal said. "You can see her for a little bit before she goes up. Would you like to do that?"
"Yes." Roger nodded.
"But I have to warn you, this can be graphic for you to see." Dr. Pascal said as he opened the door to the hallway.
"Roger." Mark said as he got up from the floor and watched him go in the trauma room.
Roger went into the trauma room and saw Jamie lying on the bed with the tubes in her mouth and hooked up on machines. "Oh, Jamie..." Roger's voice broke and he went to her. He caressed her swollen face softly and kissed her lifeless hand. Then he looked up at the doors where Dr. Pascal was talking Mark untelligetbly.
Then another doctor came in, "Hi."
"Hi." Roger said softly.
"I'm Doctor Shepard, I will be doing the surgery on her." He shook Roger's hand.
"Roger Davis." He looked down to her. "Will she be okay after the surgery?" Roger asked.
"It's differcult to say, Mr. Davis. Her brain is bit swollen." He said. "I have brought her X-rays to show you what we're going to do." He got out the X-rays out of the file and went to lightbox. "We're going to pop her skull out and put some rods or screws to keep it in place."
"Oh god." Roger said and looked over to her.
"Mr. Davis, you have any idea who would harm this woman?" Dr. Shepard asked, putting the X-ray back in the file.
"Dean." Roger looked up. "Her fiancee, he's so harsh to her."
"We're gonna have the police come to you and fill out that information." Dr. Shepard said. "Meanwhile, I'm going to upstairs to see if the OR is ready and they will be taking her upstairs in a few minutes."
"OK, thank you so much Doctor." Roger shook his hand.
"You're welcome Mr. Davis." Dr. Shepard said and left the room.
"Oh, Jamie. Why does he have to do this to you?" Roger began to caress her face.
"Sir, we're taking her to the OR now." The nurse said as they prep her up and began to wheel her out of the room.
"I'll be here Jamie." Roger kissed her forehead and her hand. Roger went with them until they went to a different hallway and left the doors on him.
"Rog?" Mark asked. "Are you okay?"
Roger turned slowly and slumped down the chair next to Mark, then put his head into his hands.
"Roger, why you won't go the chapel for a while?" Mark asked.
"I thought you were Jewish?" Roger's voice sounded muffled while he had his hands on his face.
"I am, but I heard that maybe praying could help." Mark said.
"I don't want to go, I rather stay here." Roger sighed and sat back of the chair.
"Dr. Pascal said, it might take a few hours to operate on her. Trust me, you won't miss anything."
"Ok, Mark." Roger got up from the seat. "Thank you."
"I'll call the gang while you're in there." Mark said, getting up too.
At the chapel, the room was empty, a darken but lit by little candles surrounding the room. Roger sat on the pew and kneeled on the the floor, "Since, I don't have any religious stuff in me or faith. Anyway, Angel and Meems, I need your help. Meems, I know you told me to move on before you died. When you died, those days became so miserable until this girl came along. She reminds me of you alot. Her smile and her hair, but there was something different about her. She was rich and unhappy. Those days of sneaking off with me, she was a whole different new person. She was so happy and very cunning in a way. Now it's been 7 months since you were gone, I need a person in my life. I need her. So please, please don't do this to me." Roger said and began to cry.
Few hours later, as the gang sat in the room, Roger was sleeping on the sofa, Mark pacing back and forth, Collins reading the newspaper, Maureen and Joanne just held together, looking dazed. Dr. Shepard appeared in the room. "Mr. Davis?"
"Roger?" Mark shook Roger lightly.
"Huh?" Roger said groggily.
"Dr. Shepard is here." Mark said.
Roger wiped his eyes and sat up straight. "How is she?"
"She came out of the surgery fine, she's up in ICU." Dr. Shepard said.
"Can I see her?" Roger asked.
"Yeah, I'll let you to see her." He nodded.
"Roger, we're gonna go, we're so tired." Joanne said.
"Call us, when you get more information." Collins said and hugged Roger. "Listen, you got our angels above, I'm sure they'll keep her out of the woods."
"I'll be here, Roger." Mark nodded.
"Thank you guys." Roger smiled and went with Dr. Shepard.
Roger went in to a room where it was almost identical to the room where Angel was in before she left them. Roger stood there looking at her as he stood by the door, her face was pale white, she had her head bangaged up, machines beeping of her heart rate and still had tubes in her mouth. Slowly, Roger had tears rolling down from his cheeks as walked up to her bed and held her hand.
"Doctor, how long is she going to be like this?" Roger sniffled and wiped his tears with his other hand.
"I don't know, she still has to recover from the surgery. It'll take time." Dr. Shepard said.
"Thank you." Roger shook his hand and looked down to Jamie as Dr. Shepard left the room. Roger grabbed the chair and sat next to Jamie. "Jamie, I hope you can hear me, I need you in my life. I'm not ready to letting someone special in my life go again." He said, caressing her face and put his head down on her bed next to her arm and began to sob. "Please..."
Soon, he fell asleep. A couple times, the nurses would check her up and left the room. Next morning, Roger heard a knock, it was familiar knock. "Come in."
It revealed Mark, standing there with balloons and sunflowers in his hands. "Hey, Roger, how are you?" He said somberly.
"Tired." He yawned and looked over to Jamie.
"How is she?" Mark said, setting the gifts on the table.
"The same." He said and caressed her face.
"The gang wants to come over to see her, but I don't know if the girls could handle Jamie's condition." Mark said, sitting on other chair.
"I don't think they should." Roger said as he held her hand. "I don't think Jamie wouldn't let the girls to see her like this." Roger looked over to Jamie.
"Do you love her?" Mark asked as he looked at Roger who was still looking down on Jamie.
"I do." Roger said as he caressed her face and then her hand.
"Rog, I want to give you this." Mark got the picture out of his pocket and hand it to Roger.
"Mark." He whispered and looked at the picture of Roger and Jamie at the Life Cafe. Roger was smiling down to her as Jamie looked up to up to Roger, smiling and laughing.
"I can see why she made you fall in love with her." Mark smiled softly.
"I remember that, she was making us laugh and I will never forget her smile." Roger looked down to the picture and put on the table next to them.
"And I also brought the newspaper, "The Son of New York's ex Mayor is arrested."
"Oh, good. That son of bitch is going to be locked up forever." Roger growled. "He deserved it to be in jail."
"I hear that." Mark said. "Bail is at 5 billion." He set the newspaper down on the table.
Roger sighed deeply as he leaned back towards the chair, "This is totally a nightmare, Mark." He rubbed his face with his hands.
"I know." Mark said. "But I believe that everything will be all right at the end. It just has to take time, Roger." He put his hand on Roger's shoulder.
"I know." Roger looked up at Mark.
"Do you want some coffee, Roger?" Mark asked as he got up.
"Black coffee with no sugar." They said in unison.
"Heh, you know me so well." Roger looked over to Mark.
"What are friends for?" Mark shrugged. "I'll be back."
"Ok." Roger turned to Jamie then looked at the picture of them on the table. "Do you remember the first time we kissed?" He smiled at the memory. "We went out to the Rockerfeller Center to skate. I cursed every time I fell on my butt, but then you helped me up and taught me how to skate better. Then it started to snow, it was so beautiful. I held you and asked you if I can hold you. And you said, 'Not if you pulled me down'. From there on, we looked at each other's eyes and then kissed." Roger smiled then sighed and looked out the window across the room. The full moon was out and the stars shone in the dark nightsky. Roger looked down to Jamie, "Please, I want Jamie to wake up. I'll do anything. Just please--" Roger sobbed again and put his forehead on her arm.
