Chapter 17 – The Calm before the storm.
Two doctors came out, their faces relieved and calm. Wiping his face, clearing his face of all the strain and stress streaming down. He sighed deeply and took a deep breath in and looked at Madeline for a moment; gathering his thoughts and thinking deeply about how he'd explain the situation to them. His palms brushed together he stepped forwards, ready to let them know.. he could see them all begging for answers, their faces clouded with distress and panic.
"Don't just stand there.. Tell me what's wrong with my Son…"
Maddie responded to the man's silence and uncertainty. She couldn't stand watching the man stand there twiddling his thumb whilst she was too frightened to even think about the outcomes of the situation.. She'd thought she'd already know what had happened and what was going on, but no the doctor just stood there collecting his thoughts. It was irritating. She began to wonder how he could just stand there in his own world whist they stood there, almost trembling and falling to their knees waiting to hear if Michael was alright.
"He suffered from a cardiac-arrest, due to trauma... Not his wounds"
He cleared his thought; trying his best to tell them in a light matter. He knew he'd done it wrong but he couldn't lie nor give false or misleading information regarding his patent. Whether it be hard to take, or a complete disaster, he had to tell them. He tried his best to word it in a polite and settled way, but no matter what he's say it wouldn't sound Ok to his Mother. None of them replied, or even reacted to the news, it sank in and soaked them. Frozen in their place… Not sure what to think or say, all they could do was be lost in their own world; trapped in darkness.
"He's stable for now, but we have to keep a close observation on him in the next 12 hours ours.. The Next 12 hours are critical"
The words sank through Maddie fast, leaving her breathless. Not sure on whether to be happy he was alive… or to scream and claw her way to his bedside and watch over him. She had little faith in herself after everything that happened. She wasn't sure of anything anymore; scared of everything. She turned to Fi who stepped forwards, an aggressive look upon her face as she studied the doctor before her.
"I'll be staying with him"
Demanding, not asking. She was going to stay by his side no matter what or who it took to be there with him; she did it before and she'll do it again. The Doctor gave her a brief look before hesitating..
"You need your own bed, Madam"
He watched her, she was clearly still exhausted and in pain, but she held it in good.. but for his eyes; he sore right through it. He could tell Fi was still straining. Still suffering from pain as she'd been forcing herself awake, causing her wounds to strain and delay their healing process. He may had been able to see that, but he didn't see the love and devotion she had for Michael. The lust and admiration she carried inside; something she'd never been able to battle. She wasn't letting anything get in her way anymore. Never again.
Not staying for his answer, she swiftly moved into Michael's room. Sam and Maddie followed her in; they knew they weren't going to get an answer from Mr. Silent standing there dumbfounded. Sam shut the door behind him as he was the last to enter, turning to see Fi and Maddie already beside him. Maddie stood behind Fi as she sat and took his hand. Sam sighed deeply; with relief that he was stable enough. He couldn't stop his mind from racing, all he could hear was the terrifying sounds of the flat-line.
Sitting down on one of the spare chairs, Sam occupied himself near the door. Keeping a close watch out the window, observing anyone who came pass, looked inside or gave him any reason to believe Michael was about to be sabotaged. His arms crossed his chest, leaning back further into this chair. His legs stretched out, folded upon one another. He watched closely at the only women in Michael's life. For a moment, he wished he could get a decent word in to his brother.. but the girls beat him to it every time. There was so much he felt he had to apologize for, still feeling so heavily guilty for calling him in the first place, He felt the whole ordeal with his fault.. then the car accident that's put him in this hospital.. Let alone himself, Maddie and Fi.. He hated and despised the fact that he was left with bruises and cuts yet; Michael and Fi were admitted into the hospital with far worse injuries. Sam's mind then spun to the realisation he needed to clean himself up… he was still wearing the same clothes, he was covered in dirt and dust, his own blood stained on his yellow Hawaiian shirt. He even had small droplets of blood on his shoes.. He took a deep sigh before shaking his head, he didn't really care.
Fi watched Michael, admiring him like she did. She always watched him with such devotion and lust. But the love she had for him was so much more than she could ever feel for anyone. Maddie watched Fi, she could see just how much she loved her son, a smile crossed her lips softly. Admiring how Fi watched him. Stepping back and standing next to Sam, she sighed deeply. Catching Sam's attention, carefully looking up at Maddie. He gave her his questioning look before coking an eyebrow. She was deeply worried inside for her son, but for some reason she felt as if everything was going to be ok; she knew her son would pull through and for once felt safe.
"Everything ok Maddie?"
Sam asked her as she started digging through her pant pockets, she was dying for a cigarette. Panicking as she searched and searched but found nothing… she lost them with her bag in the accident, at least that's when she thought she did. For a moment , she couldn't even remember the last time she saw her bag. Sighing with frustration she growled and started for the door.
"I need a cigarette"
She aggressively spat as she left the room, Sam knew she was intensely worried. He just gave out a small chuckle before turning to see Fi watching the scene play. She watched for a moment before turning back to Sam, a soft smile crossed her lips.
"it has.. been a long time since she'd had one"
Shrugging. She instantly turned back to watch Michael. Clenching on his hand tightly, she drifted off into her own world again. A world of her and Michael and explosives; Perfect. A smile crossed her face, so wide and full of happiness. Her face soon glowed, a wider smile of glee struck her face, she could feel the sudden tingle of happiness strike her. She watched Michael as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking to gather his vision. Slowly awakening from the traumatic aftershock of everything. He slowly turned to see Fi beside him again, but this time they weren't alone.
"Michael!"
Fi gasped as she watched him come through slowly, his hands occasionally twitching and regaining strength. Sam heard Fi and jumped up from his chair, quickly making his way to the side of Michael's bed, wearing a large grin.
"Hey Mikey!"
Sam gave a small cheer, so pleased to see him awake. He soon wondered if he should go out and let Maddie know the good news of him waking up, or to let her take her time with her cigarette, if she got one that is. Sam took a brief look around the room before continuing…
"How are you feeling?"
Sam asked, with a rather bright tone. He tried to lighten the mood; he didn't want them all accusing themselves for everything that had happened. He didn't want them to strain one another about the disaster they were forced into. None of it, please. He just did his best to try and keep things calm and settled; no more dramas. Fi turned to look at Sam; frustrated with him as she craved to have time with Michael alone. He knew what this meant, but ignored it.
"I'm fine, Sam…. "
He grumbled, not wanting anymore fussing and worrying over him anymore; it's all they did. It's what they always did in his line of work. This time they didn't bother to hide it, they'd been far too close to losing him, hell.. Each other. There were no games anymore, no more playing hide and seek with their feelings. Sam still had this strong and agonising feeling that Darcy and Anton wouldn't have given up so easily..
"Are you ok?"
Michael turned to Fi, then back at Sam as he asked. His voice filled with concern. Looking back at Fi as he then realised she was admitted in to the hospital as well; he was worried she had been in more trouble than she had let on. Of course; Fi didn't want to tell him of her injuries but knew he'd know just by watching her carefully. There was no denying it anymore, she needed the sleep.. and at this time she felt she could finally rest up.
"I'm fine Michael"
Fi replied with a frustrated tone. She didn't want him worrying about her, He was in more trouble than she was; hell she hadn't had any rest for seven days, let alone check-ups for her wounds. She didn't care unless he was awake and well. She was fine for the meant time; but now the exhaustion and strain had finally caught up, but with the relief that he was ok; she gave in freely. Michael's eyes looked to Sam; locking his eyes with his. He knew Sam felt responsible for everything…
"I'm fine, Mikey.."
Sam nodded, returning his glance with a large grin. Trying to reassure him that he was fine. Taking frequent glances out the window; narrowing his eyes on anyone or anything that looked remotely suspicious. Michael could see he was edgy and on the lookout. However he didn't question it. He knew Sam was doing it for everyone's safety and protection. It was just what Sam did.
Before they could interact with Michael any further, a nurse and doctor came in. The nurse came to the end of his bed and studied his notes whilst the doctor studied and checked on him. Assuring his heart rate, blood pressure and bandages where all well. They ignored Sam and Fi; who watched them ever so carefully like a cat at night – stalking it's pray. The doctor was surprised at how quickly Michael had recovered in only just a few hours. It had been four hours since the incident as he double checked his wrist watch and the notes after receiving them from the nurse. Who as well; was shocked? She exited the room and left the Doctor there to talk to Michael.
"Wow, Michael…you're healing rather well…How are you feeling?"
He skimmed through the notes, double checking and reading all that was on them. Some of it wasn't needed, as some was highly needed and highlighted. He looked down at Michael who slowly drifted his eyes from Fi took look at him.
"I feel fine…"
He replied with a hint of irritation; he hated Hospitals and didn't feel he needed to be there.. He probably had all the equipment somewhere in his loft. Why did he have to be here? After all Sam would know what he needed to do, Right? He truly felt no need for it, as well as people checking up on him every hour or so, Same with Fi, Sam and Maddie having ask him how he is. He felt fine, yet that didn't mean he was fine.
"Right.. Well, you'll be able to leave tomorrow, giving everything goes well"
He sighed deeply; uncertain of his words, but giving the circumstances he was saying what he had to. He couldn't hold him any longer if there wasn't too much to observe and take care of. Even with the warning of him being closely watched within the next 12 hours; the man was healing rather well and had already healed from the aftershock of his cardiac-arrest. Was it a miracle? He didn't know, but what he did know was that, he was on a fast road to recovery.
Nodding, the Doctor made his way out of the room. Closing the door quietly behind him. Sam and Fi quickly turned to Michael; they both held questioning faces… Unsure of Michael's words.
"You better be fine Mikey, I know you don't like hospitals"
Sam quickly got a word in before Fi, who he knew was going to blow his head off. As Sam asked, Michael swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, rubbing his forehead. Sighing deeply before taking a glance at Sam.
"Sam… I'm fine…"
He aggressively replied, fed up of them double guessing his words. Did they really think he'd lie just to get out of the hospital? Fair enough; he hated them but he wouldn't put himself in harm's way just to get the hell out of the hellhole.
Michael eyed off his clothing that were in a plastic bag, resting on a seat where Sam was. Sam knew what he wanted and shook his head. He wasn't going to let Michael walk out of here, regardless of how "great" he was feeling; there was no way he was fit and well enough to walk out.
"Mike, I don't think so"
Sam shook his head as Michael leapt off the bed, pulling off the drip and other useful cords he was attached to. Starting towards Sam, he held his hands out at a halt. Keeping him from his clothes.
"Sam, I just want to wear my clothes"
Michael tried to assure him that was all he wanted. His eyes intense and filled with so much certainty. Sam was soon pushing Michael back, carefully.
"I'd rather you, with no clothes on"
Fi snickered at her little remark as she watched Michael get pass Sam. His was steady on his feet. No signs of dizziness, he was standing tall. She watched him, her cheeks blushing red like a tomato. She giggled as his gown was slightly open at the back, her eyes peered at his backside. He wore white briefs.
Smirking with delight… She couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Blushing even more, letting out small chuckles. She had quite a view. Placing a seducing face on, sticking her index fingertip just slightly on her bottom lip, she twirled around and pushed herself in-between Sam and Michael.
"Now, Now boys… play nice"
Fi looked up at Michael; her body pressed against his. Sam moved back and let Fi play. She reached back and grabbed the bag containing his clothes. Snarling at him, playfully before wrapping her left arm around the back of his neck, she dangled the bag's handles with her fingertips behind him. Bringing up her other arm, she smacked his backside before giving out a small snigger.
"you owe me.."
She smirked as she kissed him lightly before pulling away and shoving the bag into his chest. Pushing herself away from him, she quickly turned to Sam who have her a an angry look; she didn't realise just why Michael wanted his clothes.. to get out of there.. This wasn't a time to play games. Sam was annoyed with Fi's actions. He voiced them instantly..
"Fi.. you do know Mike is going to walk out of here?"
Sam growled and spat at her, raising his voice slightly. Irritated that Fi was too blind to see just what Michael wanted to do. Or was he wrong? Did Michael just want his clothes to wear? Maybe he felt a little embarrassed by what he was wearing? Who knew; it was only a matter of moments after he had placed his clothing on they would find out. Sam was only worried for Michael's health.. but he didn't show it very well.
"Sam… I-"
Michael was soon cut off as a Nurse walked in, she stopped in her tracks for a moment , taking a look at who was in the room before shutting the door firmly. She gave them a soft smile before glancing at the bed then back to Michael, Fi and Sam.. she looked puzzled..
"Hey sugar, you looking for Mike?"
Sam tried to fix the nurses confusion as he pointed at Michael who was buttoning up his shirt.. Sam watched her for a moment, studying … taking a perv at her backside as she started for Michael. "Nice" He softly let out; he didn't even realise that he had said it aloud until Fi smacked him across the head, hard. Sam gave her a soft growl before he continued keeping an eye on her; not for safety reason's but for pleasure. He liked her curly dark hair, her dark green eyes. He was almost mesmerised by her. Fi stood back and crossed her arms across her chest; watching the women like a hawk prying its prey. The nurse gave him a confused look before seeing that he had taken off his drip and other needed instruments.
"Sir… you're not allowed to leave"
She softly stated before taking a glimpse back at Fi and Sam, giving them a rather peculiar look. As if to say "why let him leave?". Sam shook his head and pointed at Fi. Fi shook her head in return and just hissed. Not paying too much attention to Sam, as her eyes glued on the nurse. Who was now taking Michaels arm? Before they could blink an eye; the Nurse swiftly jumped behind Michael; wrapping her forearm around his neck and pulled out a needle with the other, pinning it to his neck. Only slightly piercing his skin. Michael froze for a moment before stomping his left foot only to have her pull at his neck harder and move her foot back, avoiding his attack. Striking his left elbow backwards to strike her In the ribs, He was pulled back again harder.. causing him to slightly choke.
Sam jumped up only to have her bring her thumb up to the base of the needle; threatening to inject it into Michael's bloodstream. Her eyes glowed with rage as she watched Sam and Fi.. Who shook in dread of the sudden attack. They were complete unaware of it… it was unseen and looked upon. How could they have been so blind? They couldn't risk anything; they had no idea what this psycho had in the syringe.
"Don't dare to try anything…. Trust me"
The tone in her voice so untainted and filled with so much resentment. She struck a smirk, glaring at them both. She was in charge… whoever she was.
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