Chapter 14: Fear of Losing a Child
Kimberly felt the fear running through her veins as she brushed her caramel brown hair. "Mommy," Kylie called.
"What is it, baby?" Kimberly asked.
Kylie ran in and jumped on the bed. "When are you and daddy going to be home?" She asked. Kimberly smiled.
"We'll be home in a few hours. Hannah's going to be watching you," Kimberly replied.
Kimberly pulled her hair back in a clip. "So, how do I look?" She asked.
"You look pretty," Kylie replied.
"Aw thanks munchkin."
Kimberly kissed her forehead. "Mom, Dr. Oliver's here," Hannah called.
"I'll be down in a minute," she answered.
Kimberly put the finishing touches on her makeup. "You don't need makeup, mommy," Kylie told her.
"Aw, that's sweetheart," Kimberly answered.
She kissed Kylie's forehead again. "You be good for your sister," she instructed. Kylie nodded and watched her leave.
(Dance Club)
Tommy pulled up to the club and helped Kimberly out of her side. "Such a gentleman," she commented. Tommy shrugged.
"I could be rude," he teased.
Kimberly laughed and nudged him slightly. "Thanks for taking me out, Tommy. I don't remember the last time I actually went out," she commented. Tommy looked at her quizzically. "Tommy, between raising four kids, mentoring Rangers, and working, I didn't have time to have for myself," she pointed out.
"So, no fun at all?" He asked.
"Well we had fun," she answered.
Kimberly rubbed her forehead. Tommy wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they walked inside. "I'm kidding," he told her. Kimberly gave him a slight glare before kissing his cheek. Tommy laughed before leading her out to the dance floor just as a slow song came in. They slowly danced to Because you Loved Me by Celine Dion. Kimberly placed her head on Tommy's shoulder and closed her eyes.
"I hope Hannah and Kylie are okay…I mean with Zeltrax out there…" she trailed off.
"I'm sure they're fine," he answered.
Kimberly bit her lip, she couldn't help but worry and have a feeling like something's about to happen.
(Hart Home)
Hannah was looking over her history homework, Kylie was upstairs playing with her toys. Not knowing that Zeltrax had appeared from behind her. Kylie came downstairs to ask Hannah something when she saw Zeltrax. "HANNAH!" She screamed. Before Hannah could react, everything went dark.
(Dance Club)
Kimberly felt a chill run up her spine. "Oh no," she whispered. Fear came into her head.
"What? What is it?" He asked.
Kimberly let him go. "I have to get home," she replied.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Just take me home."
"Okay, okay."
Kimberly grabbed her purse and she hurried out of the club.
(Hart Home)
When Kimberly came home, she found her daughter unconscious on the floor. "Hannah!" She gasped. She ran over to Hannah and she saw something on her head. She touched the back of Hannah's head and she gasped.
"What?" He asked.
Kimberly showed him her hand. "She's bleeding," she replied.
"I'll call an ambulance," he informed.
Kimberly took her the sweater she was wearing and pressed it against the back of Hannah's head. "KYLIE!" She shouted. Not answer and it made Kimberly's stomach get queasy from the worrying. "TOMMY!" She shouted. Tommy came out of the kitchen. "Tommy, please try to find Kylie," she insisted.
"Right, the ambulance is on it's way," he answered.
Kimberly nodded and she kept the sweater pressed against the back of her daughter's head while holding her in her arms. "Hannah, sweetheart, answer me," she murmured. She bit her lip when Hannah wouldn't wake up. Tommy came downstairs.
"Kimberly, she's gone," he informed, his voice shaking.
"What?" She asked.
"She's gone, Kylie's gone."
Before Kimberly could react, the paramedics came in. "What's her name? How old is she? Does she have any allergies?" One of the paramedics asked. They got Hannah on a gurney.
"Her name is Hannah Hart, she's 17, and she's allergic to penicillin," she replied.
"We'll take it from here, ma'am," the paramedic informed.
"I'm her mother. I'm going with you."
The paramedics nodded and Kimberly looked at Tommy worriedly. "Don't worry, I'll find Kylie. Just worry about Hannah right now," he assured her. He kissed her forehead and watched as she got into the truck to get to the hospital.
(Reefside Memorial)
Kimberly was sitting by Hannah's bed with tears falling down her face. She was chewing on her bottom lip. "Mom?" A voice asked. Kimberly looked up to see Hunter standing there.
"Hunter!" She gasped.
She stood up and hugged her eldest son tight. "What happened?" He asked.
"We don't know yet," she replied.
"Is she okay?" Another voice asked.
Kimberly looked at the doorway to see Blake there. "Blake," she whispered. She took both of her sons into her arms. "The doctor said she'll be okay when she wakes up," she added. She let them go and they looked over at Hannah. Kimberly wiped her tears away, but they kept making their way down her face. "Kylie's missing," she whispered. A sob escaped her lips. Blake hugged his mother tight.
"We'll get her back, mom," Hunter assured her.
Kimberly nodded as she held onto them both. "I'm so glad to see you both here," she murmured. She knew how awkward this must had been for them.
"Hannah and Kylie are our sisters," Blake answered.
"We'll put things aside for them," Hunter put in.
Kimberly nodded her head slowly and she sat down. "I want my baby back," she whispered. Tommy came in just as those words were said.
"Kim," he called quietly.
Kimberly looked up at Tommy. Hunter and Blake backed up when Tommy walked over to her. "Any sign of her?" She asked. He shook his head slowly.
"Zeltrax has her," he replied.
Kimberly suddenly felt so numb. "No, no not again, please not again," she sobbed. Tommy kneeled in front of her and hugged her tight. She buried her head in his shoulder and cried. "My babies," she sobbed.
"We'll get her back and Hannah will be okay," he assured her.
Anger filled Tommy's heart. Kimberly put her emotional wall up, she had to be strong, even though she was miserable. Then all four of them sat in silence as they looked at the unconscious girl in her hospital bed, her heart monitor beating to prove that she was still alive.