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Chapter 20

Why did I Leave You

When he burst through the doors everyone was looking at him. Ricky went up to the desk and spit everything out at once.

"She's hurt,"

"Someone help,"

"Hurry!"

All seemed to come out in one word. They saw that he was carrying Amy and that she was unconscious, immediately they pulled out a stretcher and Ricky laid her on top of it. He ran back with them to the familiar doors where they had brought John only a few months ago, only this time he went in with them.

"I'm not leaving her alone." He told them, before having to answer all there questions about what happened.

He told them everything about his father, about John, and about the abandoned warehouse. He wanted to know what they were doing with Amy but they wouldn't tell him. They just kept hooking her up to all of these monitors and wires. They finally got to the end of the long hallway and turned into a isolated room where they said he couldn't come any farther. He stood outside of her room for what seemed like hours before he got a call from Mrs. Jerguens, "Hello." He said answering the call.

"Ricky where are you?" Anne questioned with sincerity and worry in her voice.

"Anne," He leaned against the wall and slid down until he reached the floor. "Bob, he, Amy." Nothing he said made since, all he could say was, "Come to the hospital quick."

"I'm on my way." She hung up almost before being able to finish her sentence.

In about twenty-minutes Anne came busting through the doors with John in her arms and his diaper bag slung across her shoulder. She flew down the hallway to where Ricky had just stood up. John was asleep in her arms and Ricky reached out to take him.

"What happened?" She asked. "Where's Amy?"

"Bob had beaten her up and when I found her she was unconscious, she's in there now." He said pointing towards the doors that said, 'Isolation Ward, No admittance.' Ricky had obviously been crying, his eyes were red and he had tear stained cheeks. "BOB!" His face grew in shock. "Can you take John a minute?" He handed him to Anne and walked outside. He dialed 911 and told them where he was, and what he did.

Ricky walked back to the waiting room and sat down next to Anne. He was furious with himself, why had he let Amy get involved with this, this was all his fault. Anne turned to him, getting ready to say something, she cleared her throat.

"Ricky," she started as he looked down at the floor. "I ant you to know that none of this is you fault. You couldn't control what your father did to you or what he did to Amy." She said this and then turned away from him. They sat in silence for awhile until George and Ashley showed up.

"What happened, is everyone okay? I got your message on the answering machine." He asked as they came into the door. Ricky couldn't say anything he hid his head in shame the whole night. Anne took George outside and told him what had happened with Amy. Meanwhile Ashley sat down next to Ricky, and tried talking to him.

"I bet you feel pretty crappy right now." She said, he didn't reply so she continued. "Why are you acting like such a jerk? Or better yet why is everyone feeling sorry for you?" He turned to look at her now, he sat up straight in his chair and folded his arms across his chest.

"Well I don't want people to feel sorry for me." He muttered back to her under his breath.

"Good because I'm not, everyone should feel sorry for Amy right now, not you." Ashley forced out. Anne and George walked in and he went up to the front desk, he looked furious. Ricky heard him start to yell so he got up and walked over to them. Ricky took John from Anne because George was going off, trying to get information about Amy but they said that couldn't tell us anything, BULL CRAP. John woke up because of all the yelling and so Ricky went to sit down and talk to him, it always helped him.

They all sat down in silence for the next few hours until a doctor finally came out and call them up. "Jerguens?" He said looking up from his clipboard. The got up and went over to him.

"How is she?" Ricky asked.

"Better since she came in, but she's in a coma." He said and paused to hear everyone gasp. "A fraction of her skull is crushed where she was hit and we believe that is what caused her to go into a coma and that she was strangled until she lost consciousness." Again he paused and looked up to see everyone staring at him. "We'll know more in a little while." He said.

"Can we go see her?" Ricky asked rocking John in his arms.

"Yes," He replied. Ricky sped down the hallway holding John to his chest. He stopped and took a deep breath before walking into her room.

Amy had her head bandaged up and she had two gauze wrapped around her wrists. Then there was the expected IV and heart monitors hooked up to her. "See John, there's mommy." He said picking up John's hand and waving at Amy. There were tears streaming down his face as he set John down with Amy on her hospital bed, he was careful not to touch Amy's wrist or head, laying him beside her arm so that he could feel the warmth of his mom next to him and he gently kissed her on the lips so he could feel it too.

Ricky pulled up a chair close to her bed and talked to her for hours as all of her family came in to see her but they all left in tears, even Ashley. He kept trying to wake her up, begging, pleading, just talking to her, but nothing was working. "Oh Amy, why did I leave you…"