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Past Mistakes and Present Problems

Chapter 11- In the Hospital

The pesky three-inch heels Katie had somehow convinced Summer to wear on her date were making it very difficult for her to run. With each step forward, she felt another blister forming on her toes. The long, black dress she had once thought to be her favorite, most beautiful piece of clothing, she now hated. For if it wasn't so long, she wouldn't be tripping nearly as much as she was.

Why did she have to go on a date tonight? She's such an idiot, she doesn't date. She cringes at the word. Memories of bad dates constantly coming to her mind, making her wince in embarrassment. And now, here she was, running down the hallway of the children's hospital. What a perfect ending to the most perfect evening.

After getting in the taxi, and telling the driver, Pedro, where she was headed, she proceeded to hysterically rant to him about the effects a bad date could have on someone. She want on for the entire fifteen minute ride to the hospital, only stopping every few seconds to breathe. But Pedro had been very understanding, introducing himself and making the appropriate noises of outrage or disgust at the proper times. And now, here she was, running down the clean sterile corridor of the hospital, dodging nurses and doctors, hardly finding the time to mumble an excuse me before taking off again.

The nurses at the nurse station had told her Rae was in room 113, on the third floor of pediatrics. Running there had been no easy situation, but the only thought passing through Summer's mind was Rae, (Well, Rae, and a few fleeting thoughts of Stuart, but she thought it may be hard to throw up and run at the same time, so she quickly pushed those particular thoughts away.)

It was almost relaxing to run like this. If it hadn't been for the impending doom, Summer would almost feel at ease. She put running on her mental list of things to do, before laundry but after grocery shopping.

And finally, finally, she reached room 113.

The first thing she saw was a flash of blonde curls, directly in her face, and then, a florescent pink piece of plaster, that promptly whacked her in the gut. But Summer didn't care, because it was Rae, her baby, with a broken arm.

"MOMMY! I BROKE MY ARM! RIGHT HERE, IN THE ARM, YOU SEE IT?"

And it was then Summer knew Rae was fine, because if she wasn't she certainly wouldn't be acting like her usual self.

"I see, sunshine. That's a nice color you've got there."

"I know! I got to pick it out, and then, Jacob was a little baby, whining he didn't have a cast, and I told him, 'I'm the one with a broken arm here!' but he didn't care, so the doctor gave him a lollipop, and I'm the one with a broken arm here, so I started whining and she game me two lollipops!" Rae happily held up her other arm, revealing two blue lollipops.

"Well, that's great, honey. How about you and Jacob go eat your lollipops over there, alright?"

"Is this when you kill Uncle Zack and Aunt Katie? 'Cause he said you would kill them, on account of my broken arm. And I don't think it's their fault, I was the one jumping on the bed that was a million billion feet off the ground. Honestly!"

Summer laughed and put Rae gently on the ground, as if afraid she would break another part of her body. As she walked towards Zack and Katie, they each took a tentative step back, instinctively grabbing onto each other's hands.

"Summer, really, you heard your daughter. It's all right. She'll be fine in a couple of weeks! It was a small break! Kids'll be kids, eh?" Zack attempted to protect himself and his wife.

"You guys it's okay, I know it wasn't exactly your fault. These things happen. I just wish they wouldn't, is all." Summer tiredly sat in one of the hard plastic chairs, and relief instantly coursed through her exhausted muscles. It had been a very long day.

Zack and Katie breathed audible sighs of relief.

"Come on guys, I'm not that bad, am I?"

They each glanced at each other, seemingly deciding who was better to answer the question. The answer was obviously Katie, because she spoke up, using a soothing tone.

"Of course not Summer! It's just; you've been so stressed lately…what with, well, you know. And we know how much you love Rae, and we do too, you know that. And well, we worry about you is all."

"Yeah, I know. It's just, she's all I have." Summer glanced over to where Rae and Jacob were playing. Or, more accurately, Rae was roughly punching Jacob with her uncasted arm. Then her glance shifted to where Katie had just comfortably settled herself on Zack's lap.

"Do you guys think…that I'll have what you have with each other? Ever?" she asked.

"Summer. Just stop it, of course you will. You're an amazing woman, all right? Any man would be lucky to have you! Right Zack?" Zack nodded his head and Katie continued. "What? Was the date bad?"

"Yeah, bad date, story of my life—"

"All right, I'm here, what's going on, where's Rae?"

And there it was, the exact voice that had been plaguing Summer's thoughts and dreams for the past week. The one that made her feel so many emotions at once, particularly anger and sadness.

He had just burst in the hospital room, just like that. WHO DOES THAT, ANYWAY? Summer thought. His hair was tousled, he obviously ran though the hospital, the same way she had. And he looked handsome, nice jeans, a sliver-but-not-in-a-tacky way shirt brought out the brown in his eyes, and Summer noted, with a pang of jealously that he looked 'date like.' She remembered the look well from when they had went out on specific occasions, and not just the regular Saturday night movie.

And she was mad that he was on a date with someone else, and not her. How pathetic. She hated him; did she forget how many times he's made her cry? And yet she's still in love with him. It's just sickening, she thought. And then she remembered where she had been before this hospital trip, and felt vindicated. She had also been on a date, not one she enjoyed, but there was no way for Freddy to know that. All he saw was her looking especially pretty.

Summer was saved from having to make any comments, by her daughter, the reason they were all having this charming get together in the first place.

"Daddy! You came! I'm happy you came, Daddy! I feel off the bed, see? Here on my arm, it's pink, because it's broken! It doesn't always turn pink, because you can pick a different color I guess, but I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to have a pink arm! I would want a pink arm! That's why I have a pink arm! That, and 'cause it's broken!" As per usual, the small girl spoke her long and entertaining sentences in one breath. A trait Freddy had come to realize was one of her many talents.

"Well, of course I came. I'm your Daddy, aren't I? And I love you."

He shot a pointed look in Summer's direction, without looking at her.

"I guess you are. Aren't you? Why are you asking me? Your not?" she asked.

"You know Rae, for such a smart girl, you sure do act a little…funny sometimes." He figured telling a five-year old she was stupid on occasion was illegal, so he refrained.

"That's what Mommy says. She says I take after you. And that's okay with me I guess. I think I wanna be a drummer, like you. After my arm is all fixed, Daddy, I wanna be a drummer! You can teach me, all right? Okay, see ya." She scampered off to do some more damage on Jacob's internal organs.

"Summer, it's nice to see you're teaching her all the correct things about me. At least she's right in one, I am one helluva drummer."

He smiled in what he hoped was a charming way, but inside he was seething. Why did Summer look so nice, if she was just heading out to the hospital? Why had Zack called him saying Rae was hurt and she was crying for him, if Summer had been right there, he assumed? But Zack had said they were babysitting, so where was Summer? Was she dressed like that for a particular reason? Did she…have a date or something?

And then the name Stuart Stewart came to mind. Asshole probably took her somewhere nice, a beautiful romantic spot; they were probably having a great time, discussing intelligent things intelligent people discuss, over fine foods and spirits. Great. Sounds like a great time. And where was he? With the slut of the year, Leanne, chugging down whatever form of alcohol he could get his already unsteady hands on.

And the 'Most likely to kill himself in the next 2 minutes' award goes to…Freddy Jones!

A/N Okay, I know a few people out there may want to kill me, but hear my excuses first, because they're pretty good. Alright, until school started, that was being lazy on my part, but, then school started, and of course, it's completely crazy. I have volleyball after school everyday, so when I get home I barely have time to eat and shower and do homework, let alone write the next chapter. And I was really, really, planning on doing it last weekend, and if you can believe it, my freaking computer would not turn on. So, it took all week to fix, and last night I had a very consuming night of watching the little mermaid with my dad (I'm not kidding about this.) so here I am now, with a barely passable chapter, but I like it.

Rae is so fun to write because I can go on and on and on, and it's for the sake of the story. Plus, I really like to use italics, if you can believe it. (Can you tell?) Anyway, I know it's short, and I'm sorry. But please read and review, and try to ignore any mistakes, because I'm pretty much rushing to get out of my house right now. So, much love, and thanks for reading.

Annie

And, coming next chapter: I have no idea! But, a confrontation with Summer & Freddy, because I too lazy to write one now, and, possibly a longer chapter! (Don't count on it though. Hahaa)