Tess, Jodi and 'Robert' arrived at the hospital. Robert excused himself and let the two girls go to visit Stevie. He decided it would be better for him to be out of sight for the moment. After a while he made his way up to ICU to find out what was going on. It wasn't that he particularly cared about Stevie, it just wouldn't be very convenient for her to die right at the moment, since she was the obstacle that had come to stand between Alex and Claire. He watched from the shadows as Tess, Jodi and Alex discussed Stevie's condition in the waiting room. He couldn't hear the entire conversation, but from what he could gather his sister was out of danger. Alex excused himself and left the room, he wanted to find out where Rebecca and Rose had disappeared to. That's when Claire, Nick and Charlotte showed up.
Tess embraced her sister "I knew you would come"
Claire shrugged. "So how is she?" Claire asked, relieved that Alex wasn't around.
"She is much better, the Drs say she will be ok" Tess told her.
"Great, so can we all go home and get back to work now" Claire asked, handing BOM to her aunty Tess.
Claire turned away and went down the hallway, ignoring Tesss calling. She knew that Tess expected her to go and see Stevie, but she couldn't...It hurt so much, all that betrayal. And the last thing she wanted to do was run into Alex. Tears formed in Claire's eyes and she wiped them angrily and turned left on the corner. She looked in front of herself and noticed Rose. What was Rose doing here all alone? And in a moment when she wanted to call her, a woman showed up and said something to Rosie. Claire felt that she was seeing things, or that she was dreaming.
"Oh, my God...", she whispered in shock, realizing who the woman was, recognizing her in a minute she saw her. Barely audible, she breathed out. "Carrie?"
At that moment Claire felt a someone grab her from behind, and a hand over her mouth so she could not scream as she was dragged away down the corridor. It was only when she was in the car she recognized that man.
"Michael?" She asked horrified, "What are you doing?"
Michael shook his head to himself. What was he doing? It wasn't supposed to be like this. What was Carrie doing here? Claire wasn't supposed to see her, no one was. And now everything was ruined. He hadn't wanted it to be this way, but he couldn't have Claire talking to anyone about Carrie. A second thought struck him. Stevie. Had Stevie seen her too?
Claire tried to open the car door, but it was locked. He drove a short distance, dragged her out of the car kicking and screaming and took her inside a house. He locked her into a room. It was dark, and cold. Claire was alone, frightened and confused. What the hell just happened? She heard the car pull away and realized Michael had left. She screamed for help but no one answered her. So she sat, and waited. Never mind, she told herself, someone will come and get me. Someone will find me. Someone will notice I am gone and look for me. Tess, or Nick, or…Alex.
Daniel sped back to the hospital. He would have to keep Stevie quiet too. Then he would find Carrie and deal with her. Daniel walked quietly along the hospital hallway, careful not to be spotted. He quietly opened doors of Stevie's room and grinned. "Aw, my little sister is sleeping", he came toward her bed and picked her up in his arms, whispering "You destroyed my life, little sister...now I will destroy yours", and with those words he quickly bolted out of the room.
He drove back to the house where he had put Claire earlier. As he pulled into the drive way, Stevie woke up. She was confused and disoriented. She was still very weak and couldn't think clearly. As she look in front of her, she saw man driving the car. Gasping in horror, she breathed
"Daniel!"
Daniel opened the doors
and pushed Stevie inside, not caring about her injuries. She fell
down on the ground, wincing in pain and closing her eyes. And in the
same moment, she heard
footsteps rushing toward her: "Oh, my
God, Stevie! Are ya okay?"Stevie opened her eyes and in the dim
light, she recognized Claire.
