ATTENTION READINGS: FROM May 29, 2010 TILL JUNE 7TH, MAYBE 8TH, I WILL NOT BE UPDATING. I AM ON VACATION AND HAVE NO ACCESS TO COMPUTER. I'LL MISS YOU ALL :( SINCERELY, KENZIE:(
The car ride was very quiet. Peter looked over at Neal once; it looked like he was in a great deal of pain because he was shifting uncomfortably his weight. He even groaned a few times, but Peter ignored it, not wanting to make the young con feel awkward.
Peter finally gave up ignoring Neal and came out and said, "Neal, what's wrong? Are you in pain?" he asked, well of course he was, his leg was covered in blood. Peter winced.
Neal nodded and said, "I just can't sit without my leg hurting. My stomach is in a great deal of pain too." He sighed and leaned back, "Its fine though, I guess. I just want to get to the hospital so it can be checked out."
Peter nodded and then grabbed another blanket from the backseat, "At least my car wasn't badly damaged, but I do hate this rental car." He sighed and he tossed the blanket to Neal, he looked cold.
Neal caught the blanket and wrapped himself in it, "Thanks." He sighed and then threw the other blanket around his legs.
Peter looked at Neal and then kept his eyes on the road, he didn't want to cause Neal anymore pain but wrecking this car too. He paid attention the rest of the ride.
Neal limped out of the car and staggered to the entrance of the hospital, he still had one of the blankets wrapped around him. "Neal, do you have a headache?" asked Peter, suspiciously.
Neal nodded and then said, "My body aches, but it's probably from the wreck." He whined. Peter walked over to him and felt his forehead, "I think you have a fever, dammit. Just what everyone needed." He sighed.
Neal's eyes looked like oceans now, was he crying? Peter looked at him; "Are you in that much pain?" he asked and sat Neal down. Neal shook his head, "You're mad at me, aren't you?" he asked.
Peter looked at Neal, he didn't mean to make him upset by cursing about his illness, but obviously, he did. "No, no. Neal, I didn't mean that I was mad at you. I just meant it's bad that you're reacted that way?" Oh God, that didn't turn out right…thought Peter.
Neal's eyes were swimming again, "I can't help my cancer." He cried out, Peter put an arm around him, "Neal, you know how bad I am with people that cry. Calm yourself, please." He asked of him.
Neal nodded and sat still for a while, he was just sitting there, he looked at Peter, and his eyes were back to normal again. They were a blue ray now.
Peter looked at Neal, "I didn't mean that I'm mad at you because you're sick. I just meant that's it isn't good that you're sick. I wonder how high your fever is." Peter wondered to himself now.
A few minutes later, a doctor came out; he was smiling at Neal and motioned him forward. Neal nodded and obeyed; he stood and walked over to him.
Peter didn't know if Neal wanted him to come, but he didn't take his chances, so he asked, "Neal, do you need me?" he asked and Neal smiled but shook his head, he walked with the doctor, the blanket tightly wrapped around him.
The next hour felt like agony to Peter, Neal hadn't come out of the office yet, but Peter just paced nervously. What if his leg was broken? How high was his fever?
Peter finally sat down after five minutes of pacing, and then just thought for the next forty-five minutes. He was quiet, people around him coughing and some crying nervously for they're loved ones.
Peter finally smiled when a nurse came out, but where was Neal? "Hi Mr. Burke, we have Neal in room five zero four. Would you like to see him?" she asked; a smile on her face.
Peter nodded and then asked, "Why is he in a room? What's wrong with him?" he asked.
The nurse's smile very quickly faded off her face, "Oh, well, he has a very high temperature, it is 105.8. It's also going up, we need to keep him here." She patted Peter's shoulder, "I assure you, he will be fine." She smiled again.
Peter nodded, smiling a fake smile back, and walked with her to the room. Peter already knew what Neal would look like; wires, IVs, machines at his side, and the usual hospital equipment with him. Peter was right, except he looked worse.
Neal's blue eyes were grey now, they had lost a lost of color, as it looked. Peter moved closer, he was very pale, a lot paler than usual, he still looked thin. Was he thinner? There was a basin by his bed. He must've thrown up.
His leg was wrapped up; it was a sad sight. Then Elizabeth ran through the doors, her hair whipped around her face and she looked at Neal, "Oh, hon." She sighed and walked over to his side.
His usual curly hair was a lot straighter now; it looked like it had been soaked down. Elizabeth was patting his hand, Neal smiling up at her, sheepishly.
Elizabeth looked at him, "What did you ever do to deserve this?" she asked him. Neal smiled, his pearly teeth shining, "Uh, should I answer that?" he croaked to her.
Elizabeth and Peter both laughed, "Probably not, especially since there is a federal agent in the room." She winked at him and patted his hand again.
Neal's smiled wiped off his face once he shifted his weight, he squealed in pain, Peter was at his side in a second's notice, and so was Elizabeth.
"It's okay, it was just my leg." He sighed and closed his eyes. He opened them a few moments later and sighed, "Thanks for being here, it was getting kind of lonely." He sighed and looked up at Peter and Elizabeth.
Peter smiled and so did Elizabeth, "We love being here, Neal. You're a friend and we're not leaving until you heal yourself. Got it?" he asked him.
Neal smiled, his teeth showing again, "Wow, thanks Peter." He smiled and then closed his eyes again.
Peter and Elizabeth chatted, while the young man drifted off into a heavy sleep, looking like a little kid again, his curls had returned, the blue had also, and a faint snore escaped his lips every once in a while.