Thursday (Day Seven):
Kit wasn't doing well.
No matter how many times Carlisle held the X-rays up to the light, it was there in her X-rays, staring him right in the face. It was there in her high fever and increased need for oxygen over the last three days.
Pneumonia. Hospital acquired, most likely caused from her severe aspiration and made worse by the ventilator she so desperately needed.
He opened his mouth and closed it, trying to force himself to relax.
This was not good.
Clutching the X-rays in his hand, he left his office and headed towards Kit's hospital room where Everly and Blake would be waiting, still hunched over with their heads pressed together and hands intertwined.
The thing about hospital rooms, was that they always had a quietness to them even when people were talking. They never got quite dark, either, always lit from the eerie glow from the machines or light spilling in from the hallways.
He sanitized his hands, placing the X-rays in the crook of his arm. The noise of the thick scans moving, caught the attention of Blake first, and the man turned his head, eyes widening when he spotted Carlisle.
"Everly, Dr. Cullen is here," Blake rasped as he nudged his wife, getting her attention.
Carlisle could only force the smallest of smiles as he walked into the room. Usually, he would ask how they were doing, or ask if there was anything he could do for them; but he decided that it would be best to just tell them. It would be painful and it would be worse to draw it out.
"Hello," he greeted, "I have some news about Kit's condition-
"Bad news!?" Everly interrupted, tears welling up in her eyes, "It's bad isn't it!?" before Carlisle could say anything, she burst into tears, covering her face with her hands, "I s-saw t-t-the nurses. They keep turning it up! It's been a whole week, now!"
Carlisle glanced at the ventilator, knowing that was the 'it' that Everly was referring to.
"It's okay," Blake spoke to both Everly and Carlisle, "What's happened?" he nodded to the X-rays in Carlisle's hand.
Carlisle nodded and took a deep breath, bringing in a number of scents: the saltiness of Everly and Blake's tears; the nitrous oxide coming through the ventilator; the scent of urine from Kit's catheter.
"Kit's come down with a case of aspiration pneumonia," he began, "It's an infection of her lungs. Brought on, most likely, due to her aspirating on her vomit. Once inside the lungs, bacteria then take advantage of any deficiencies in the immune system, which there were due to malnutrition."
He stopped talking, giving Everly and Blake the chance to absorb what he had just relayed to them.
Everly cried harder, pushing her face into the crook of Blake's neck and Carlisle noticed Blake's hands beginning to shake.
"S-s-so what happens now?" Blake coughed a little and cleared his throat.
Carlisle had opened his mouth when Blake interjected, "I mean, she's going to be fine, r-right?"
"It's going to be a struggle to get the infection out of Kit's lungs," Carlisle answered honestly, "As necessary as it is, the ventilator is making it easier for germs to further infect and injure her lungs; but in a moment, the nurses are going to come in and we're going to be giving her a broad-spectrum of antibiotics to try and fight the bacteria."
No one said anything, so he continued, "The good news, is that hospital acquired pneumonia is quite common, especially in the ICU. Which means, it's something we look for and are quick to treat."
"You know what they say about hospitals," Blake croaked, "The longer you stay, the sicker you get."
"A-a-a-are yo-you s-sure she's n-not in…p-p-pain?" Everly gasped, lifting her head to look at Kit.
"Yes," Carlisle walked closer to the couple, "No pain."
"Y-you promise?" Everly squeaked, wiping the back of her hand over her tearful cheeks.
"Yes," reaching out, Carlisle laid a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, "I promise."
Everly nodded frantically, her breath still coming out in gasping sobs, her eyes locked on Kit's still form.
"O-okay," she gasped.
Just then, Lina and Julia came in, their gloved hands overflowing with the things they would need.
"Julia's going to administer the medication while Lina supervises the procedure," Carlisle informed them, gesturing towards each nurse.
"Can I get the full name and date of birth?" Lina asked, tapping her pen against a clipboard, "Just for procedure."
"Kit Algren," Blake mumbled in a monotone, "Born July 12th, 1989."
"Perfect," Lina drawled, scrawling the information down.
Seeing that everything was being taken care of, Carlisle excused himself.
"I'll come back later," he promised Everly and Blake. He did, after all, have other patients, "I'll be here on my shift. Please have the nurses page me if you need anything, okay?"
"Sure, sure," Blake nodded as Carlisle edged towards the door, "T-thank you."
Carlisle took one last look at Kit, the scent of her blood hitting him from the IV. She didn't even flinch, oblivious to the world around her.
He was heading towards his office to gather another chart, when a voice stopped him.
"You okay, Carlisle?"
He turned and came face to face with Dr. Snow. He was an older man, the color of his hair fitting his name perfectly.
"Yes," Carlisle answered, turning fully to face his co-worker, "Breaking bad news to family is always hard," not wanting to sound too attached, he added lightly, "And I could use a cup of coffee."
Dr. Snow's thin lips twitched slightly, satisfied by this answer.
"Why don't you go and get it?" he offered, "What do you have next?"
What, not who.
"Follow-up from an appendectomy," Carlisle told him, glancing at his watch, "Forty-five minutes from now and then I need to chart."
Dr. Snow nodded, "You have some time, then?"
Carlisle tried not to frown. Small town or not, "having time" was something that sounded odd coming from a doctor in a place where ill and dying people lie, dependent on them for care.
Still, he supposed perks of being in a small town, was that (almost) everyone knew everyone; and Carlisle had yet to see any kind of mistreatment towards the patients from any of the medical professionals that he had witnessed at other hospitals he had worked at throughout the years.
"I suppose," he finally answered, "Why?"
Dr. Snow's face flushed slightly, "Your wife's arrived. Perhaps to see your patient," he glanced disapprovingly towards Kit's room, "Either way, she's waiting for you in your office."
"Ah," Carlisle breathed, "Thank you, Dr. Snow. That's where I was heading."
He went on his way, thinking of his family. He'd have to break the news again, a second time, when he saw his children. Everly and Blake had graciously given him permission to have his family kept in the loop in terms of Kit's treatment.
Through all the scents that made up a hospital, Carlisle could distinctly pick out Esme's. It automatically caused his shoulders to relax at the thought of seeing her. His mate was near.
As soon as he entered his office and shut the door behind him, Esme stood to face him, a paper bag clutched in her hands.
"You forgot your lunch," she teased, holding up the paper sack. She dropped it on his desk. It was routine for her to make this trip now and again. He was the forgetful human husband and she, the stay-at-home mom, tsking whenever she found his sack lunch forgotten in the fridge.
He smiled, "Thank you, dearest."
He went to embrace her and held her tightly, hiding his face in her caramel colored hair. He closed his eyes and simply held her, bringing his hand up to cup the back of her head.
They stood like that, in a long silence, neither breathing nor moving. They looked like marble statues in a museum, carved out of the finest material.
It was Esme who moved first, lifting her head, forcing him to lift his and he smiled as he leaned it against hers, their foreheads touching.
He moved again and kissed her, then, the world falling away. It was slow and soft, still passionate, yet at the moment, comforting in the way that words would never be.
He moved his hand to cup her cheek and pulled her close until there was no space left between them, their chests pressed together. He growled against her mouth when she ran her hands through his hair and kept them there, tugging slightly to lift his head.
"I miss you," he whispered against her mouth.
"I miss you too," Esme breathed, running her hand up and down his chest.
"How are the children?" he thought mostly of Emmett.
"The children are all right. Emmett's having a hard time, but isn't that to be expected? He's been hunting a lot. Him and Rose still aren't speaking. Alice is beside herself with worry…Jasper's been having a hard time at school. The first week is always hardest…" she trailed off, "It feels like it's been forever," she whispered.
"I know, dearest," Carlisle stroked her hair, staring into Esme's eyes.
She appeared troubled, as if she wanted to say something—he knew her so well—but she didn't, instead placing her hands back on his chest and frowning up at him. He must have looked worse than he thought.
"Darling, what happened?"
"Kit has pneumonia," Carlisle told her, "Aspiration pneumonia, both lungs," he pressed his lips together, "We're pushing antibiotics to fight the bacteria and hopefully, we'll see a change in the next couple of days."
Esme blinked rapidly, her face warping and then she burrowed her face in his chest, gasping.
"I know," Carlisle kissed her hair. Esme, like him, was very sensitive to Kit's situation.
"I don't want to lose another child," came Esme's muffled whisper.
Vanessa hummed to herself as she dug a spoon into the peanut butter jar, slapping a big dollop on a white plate before she turned back to the cutting board where she had sliced some banana and cut up an apple.
"Apple, apple, banana, banana, apple, banana," she mumbled to herself, laying the fruit on the plate for Indigo's after school snack.
For herself, she had made a cup of coffee and laid out a couple sheets of graham crackers, just for something to nibble on while Indigo ate.
"Indigo, honey!" she called, raising her chin towards the ceiling, "Snack is ready!"
She grabbed a few paper towels and went to set the plate on the table, having all ready poured Indigo a tall glass of milk.
"Indigo!" she called again at the lack of footsteps she heard on the stairs, "Come eat!"
If Indigo took too long, then her apple would start to turn brown and having raised two kids of her own, along with spending time with her nieces and nephews and the children in the church, she knew how picky children could be when it came to food looking weird or smelling funny.
Huffing, Vanessa ran a hand through her hair and left the kitchen.
"Indigo?" she called again, placing her hand on the banister.
She waited a few more seconds, counted to five in her head, then went up the stairs, sighing a little. She knew how sad Indigo was and how quiet snack was going to be. When dropping Indigo off at school, that morning, her teacher had gave her condolences and mentioned concern over Indigo's unusually quiet demeanor over the last week.
She knocked on the door, pressing her ear to the wood, "Indigo? It's time for snack. Are you hungry?"
She opened the door and poked her head in, going further into worry, when she didn't spot Indigo on her bed.
"Indigo?" she went to the bathroom where she door was ajar, but she wasn't in there either.
A frown etched onto her youthful face, she eyed the other door in the bathroom that went into Kit's room.
Her lips turned down in a disapproving frown, making a move to open the door. She hoped Indigo wasn't hiding in Kit's room. To her knowledge, the bedroom hadn't been cleaned up, yet or searched.
"Don't go in there!"
"Ah!" Vanessa startled, her head snapping around in shock at the loud exclamation.
Indigo was standing in the bathroom doorway, one hand griping the door hinge and her eyes narrowed.
"You scared me," Vanessa told her, "Don't you know better than to sneak up on people like that?"
"You can't go in there!" Indigo said firmly, ignoring the scolding, "It stinks in there."
'That's right, she vomited all over,' Vanessa thought, though she had to guess that the smell wasn't the only reason Indigo didn't want anyone going into Kit's room.
She thought it would be best not to tell Indigo that she'd have to go in there anyway. The last time she had talked to Blake, he had requested that she go in Kit's room in search of her cellphone.
"Okay," Vanessa took her hand off the doorknob, "I called you a million times. Didn't you hear all that hollering?"
Indigo shrugged, "I guess…"
Vanessa looked the child up and down, "Snack's ready. Come eat."
Indigo huffed and crossed her arms, basically stomping out as she led the way out of the bathroom and down the stairs.
Vanessa had half a mind to nag Indigo for her attitude or pop her on her butt, but she knew Indigo was upset about Kit being in the hospital and she hadn't been taken to visit. She hadn't seen Everly in a week and only saw Blake at night when he came home to make dinner and put her to bed.
When Vanessa made it to the kitchen, Indigo was sitting at the table, but she was leaning back in her chair, far from the table, with her arms folded across her chest. She hadn't touched her food or her milk.
Vanessa went to stand behind her own place at the table and picked up her coffee to put it in the microwave.
Indigo's apple, she noticed, had started to turn brown.
Any other time, with her own children, she would have told them to suck it up and eat what they were given. Indigo was like her daughter, considering she was Kit's godmother, but she feared she would make Indigo cry and that wouldn't go over well with Blake.
No, Indigo wasn't used to Vanessa's parenting style and she needed to be extra gentle. She needed to keep up a "normal routine" and in that normal routine, Indigo probably would have been offered a new apple.
"I can cut you another apple if you'd like?" Vanessa offered, "Your banana looks okay."
"I guess," Indigo mumbled. She picked up a slice of banana, turned it over in her fingers, then put it back on the plate, wiping her hand on her napkin.
Vanessa blinked at her, waiting, "…Sooo…yes to another apple or no?"
Indigo's nose scrunched up, "No thank you."
"All right, then," Vanessa went to the microwave and placed her mug inside, "I went through your lunch bag when you got home. You didn't eat all your food. Aren't you hungry?"
"Not really."
Vanessa pursed her lips together, glancing back and forth between Indigo and the timer on the microwave.
She wasn't aware of Indigo ever having trouble with her blood sugar. The child didn't look any thinner and Blake hadn't relayed that Indigo was super picky about anything. She had no allergies.
Vanessa needed to make it clear that not eating, whether she was sad or because she was throwing a fit, was never an option. She had gone over this with Shelly when she had started gymnastics, and again when she joined the cheer squad.
Vanessa took her coffee out of the microwave and leaned against the stove, taking a long, slow slip. She swallowed audibly.
"Well," she started, licking her lips, "You're not leaving that table until you eat your snack. That can be in five minutes or five hours. That's up to you, baby girl."
"Don't call me that," Indigo mumbled in a quivering voice.
Vanessa shrugged and took another drink from her mug, using her free hand to pull her cellphone from her jeans.
"I'll be right back," she told Indigo, leaving the kitchen in favor of going to sit on the stairs.
She sipped from her mug and pressed a button on the speed dial, holding the phone to her ear.
The phone rang once, twice, three times and right when she was about to hang up, the line clicked.
"H-hello?"
Hearing Blake's raggedy voice, Vanessa felt her heart drop and she straightened up, her body tensed.
"Oh goodness, what happened?" she whispered, placing a hand over her pounding heart.
On the other end, Blake sighed heavily, "Aspiration pneumonia in both lungs. The doctor put her on a bunch of antibiotics, but…I don't know. We'll have to wait and see."
So, things weren't good right now, and that made Vanessa feel bad about what she was going to say next.
"You and Everly need to come home for a couple of days," she told Blake, setting her cup on the step.
"What!?" Blake's voice went up an octave in panic, "We can't. What happened!?"
Vanessa blinked, "Indigo misses you, that's what happened."
"Vanessa," Blake sighed, "Don't scare me like that. Just tell Indi I'll see her tonight."
"No, that's not good enough," Vanessa interjected, "You both need to come home and you both need to stay here. Not just at night."
"What are you—did you not just hear me say that Kit has pneumonia!?" Blake cried, "They had to put another IV in! The oxygen concentrator's been turned up three days in a row!"
"And that's awful," Vanessa agreed. She loved Kit just as much as they did, "And I'm sorry, but you have another kid. Indigo needs you, especially Everly. Look, I came here to watch Indigo—pick her up from soccer and take her to school. I didn't come to be her substitute mother. She hasn't seen Everly in days!"
If she were to be honest, Vanessa really didn't mind staying over. It was nice having a child again. Still, she was taking time off from work and time away from her family back in Hampton to be here.
"Indigo is old enough to understand that Kit is more important, right now," Blake said calmly, "She's a smart kid. Kit's sick and every night, Indigo asks about Kit and begs me to go back-
"That doesn't mean she's not lonely!" Vanessa turned towards the kitchen and lowered her voice, "Her teacher is worried and she's not eating. Her favorite person in the galaxy is in a coma, she hasn't seen her mother, and you're only here at night-
"I'm doing my best! I still have to work!"
"I know," Vanessa took a deep breath to try and calm down, "Kit needs you, but so does Indigo. Just for a night or two, then. Or maybe it's time to take Indigo to see Kit. It might help."
It was silent after that and she took this moment to sip her coffee, making a face as she swallowed. It was lukewarm.
"…You're right," Blake mumbled from the other end, "I'll talk to Everly. You know, Dr. Cullen's kids offered to pay Indi a visit. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. She adores Emmett and Alice. Bella, too."
"Okay," Vanessa had no other response to that. She really didn't care what "Dr. Cullen's kids" did. Whether they came over or not, wasn't the point. Indigo needed her parents. All eight-year-old little girls did. Especially when they were upset. She needed to be comforted by her mother.
"Come home," she said curtly.
And then she hung up, dialing a different number.
Hampton, New Hampshire:
"Hey, sweetie."
Shelly looked up at Deetra looming over her. She was a pear-shaped woman with dark skin, her cheeks covered in darker acne scars. She had her black hair in box braids and her brown eyes were narrowed in concern, a crease between them.
"Hey," Shelly mumbled. She was in the back room, lying on one of the couches and staring up at the ceiling.
"You doin' okay?" Deetra asked, kneeling beside her.
'Thank goodness, I had no intention of moving,' Shelly thought, turning her head to look at her friend.
"Yeah," she answered, "My mom hasn't called in awhile, though. Do you think something bad happened?"
"Like what?" Deetra asked.
Shelly shrugged, "Small town…full of white people. That doesn't sound like it could end well."
Deetra chuckled, "True, but I'm sure she's fine. Some of those white people are the ones who made you Kit's godsister. They'll keep an eye on your mama."
"I just, like-" Shelly cut herself off, "Like, Kit's not stupid! She aced health class. She knew better than to do stupid sh—stuff like that! And she didn't even tell me she had a boyfriend! I don't even have a boyfriend, how did she get a boyfriend!? Not that she's not attractive or anything…but she always said she wouldn't have time and she hasn't been sixteen long."
"I'm confused. You're upset that she has a boyfriend?"
"I don't know…" Shelly shook her head, "I mean, she can get a random boyfriend, but she can't call me for two years!?"
Deetra tsked, "Shelly…obviously she was having a really hard time. She took Katherine's death so hard an-
"Did you think she was going to kill herself?" Shelly interrupted, "Because when Katherine died, I thought she'd kill herself. Mom said that Everly said that Kit didn't get out of bed for days. She wouldn't even shower."
Deetra didn't say anything, so Shelly continued, "Do you think she's learned to live without me?"
"Kit?" Deetra sounded surprised and Shelly nodded, "No, not at all. I'm sure she thinks of you all the time. You two are a package deal."
"She was only gone for three months," Shelly exclaimed, "What the hel—heck happens in three months that warrants someone to try and kill themselves? Again, she's not stupid. She knows better than to go messin' around with pills and all that crap," she placed a hand to her forehead, "I don't think she tried to kill herself. That doesn't make any sense…"
Again Deetra didn't say anything and Shelly closed her eyes. While her mother was gone, Deetra was in charge of running choir practice and it was supposed to start soon.
The feel of her cellphone vibrating in her pocket, caused her to gasp and shoot up from her spot, scrambling to dig it out of her pocket.
"My phone, my phone!" she gasped to Deetra, "Go get everyone, I bet it's my mom."
Deetra jumped to her feet, stumbling and Shelly hurried to answer, pressing the phone anxiously to her ear.
"Hello? Hi, mom, is that you?" she hurried in one breath.
"Hey, Shelly, yeah," her mom said, "Where are you?"
"Church," Shelly responded, "But it hasn't started yet," she picked at a thread on her jeans. She hadn't changed, either.
She looked up when muttering came through the door, along with fifteen people of different adult ages. Shelly was back to being the youngest and she wasn't too happy about it.
They all wore their church robes. They were a shiny off-white color. Sleek and non-see-through. There were strong center pleats on the front of the choir robe, the cuffs of the long and open sleeves red to match the traditional choir stole with arrow pointed edges around their necks.
When she saw Anthony, a white boy with brown hair who looked teary, she quickly patted the spot on the couch her feet occupied and moved them when he got close enough.
"Wait, hold on, mama," if her mother had been talking, she hadn't been listening, "Everyone's here and I'm going to put you on speaker."
"Okay."
Shelly took the phone from her ear and because her hand was shaking, it took her a couple of tries to hit the speaker button.
"Mom?" she asked in a loud voice.
"I'm here," her mother's voice blared through the phone and Shelly turned up the volume.
"How's Kit?" Anthony blurted before Shelly could say anything else.
They were all tense and Shelly grabbed Anthony's hand. Like her, he wasn't dressed in church robes. He wasn't even a member of the church anymore, but had come at Shelly's request when she had told him about Kit's condition.
"Um," Vanessa paused, "…Not well. I'm sorry, baby girl, she's worse."
A few people gasped, another few tsked and Shelly wilted, grimacing when Anthony squeezed her hand tighter.
She tried to speak, but felt her voice clog up. Her eyes burned with unshed tears.
"I—what happened?"her voice cracked and she sniffed, wiping her eyes. Though she wasn't crying, at the moment, multiple people tried to comfort her, rubbing her back or patting her legs.
"Before she was brought to the hospital, she aspirated on her vomit. That, along with the ventilator, caused aspiration pneumonia. The doctor says it's in both of her lungs, but they're giving her antibiotics and it's something he says they look for."
Shelly sniffed again. She didn't know what to say to that. Was Kit gonna die?
"Here, lemme…" someone took the phone from her, "Vanessa, it's Deetra. Tell Everly and Blake we love them. We think of them everyday and we're always praying for them. Father Shay, too."
"I'll let them know," Vanessa said, "Where's Shelly?"
Shelly shook her head and wiped her eyes again when Deetra tried to hand back her cellphone.
"She's upset, right now," Deetra told her mother, "And Dom's not here…"
Feeling her face crumple, Shelly got up from the couch and left the room. Her mom would call back later to say goodnight, or to check in and Shelly didn't want to hear anything else about Kit's worsening condition.
She took a seat on one of the pews, pissed the hell off. She had begged her mom to go to Forks with her and now Kit was getting sicker and she wasn't there. It wasn't fair! She would bet that she cared more about Kit than her mom did. Even if they didn't go to the same school, Shelly and Kit had spent almost everyday together and usually had sleepovers on the weekends, if they didn't have things to do. She had been the only person to attend the one time Kit tried to have a birthday party.
"Dee's done with your phone," Anthony came over to her, trying too hard to sound casual, "Your mom said she'd call back later. Dominic's gonna get it."
Shelly took her phone back and swallowed thickly, "I'm just, like, s-s-so," she hiccuped, "I-irritated. I-I don't even wanna freakin' talk about it!"
"Okay," Anthony took a seat beside her, "That's fine."
Still, Shelly leaned her head on his shoulder, her breathing coming out, quick and gasping.
Flashback:
Hampton, New Hampshire, 2003:
"…And then I figured Alexa would want to try out for captain, but honestly, I think Lucy is a lot better. I think Alexa lost weight, but not enough to be a flyer. Still, she's the only one who can do a back handspring into a backflip without almost breaking her ankle and—Kit? Kit are you listening to me!?"
"What?" Kit, her godsister, whipped her head around, her long and wavy forehead bangs moving with the motion, "Oh," she glanced down at her sketchpad, "No, no, I'm not."
"Kit!" Shelly whined, hitting the throw pillow on the couch, "I'm not being dramatic, this time! I'm actually really nervous."
"Okay, okay," Kit made a big show of placing down her colored pencil, turning to face Shelly.
Shelly glared at Kit as her sister moved her waist-length hair over her shoulders before taking a deep breath and folding her hands in her lap, over her sketchpad.
"Okay," Kit said seriously, "I'm listening."
"Forget it, you ruin everything!" Shelly huffed, turning away childishly, "I'm not repeating all that."
"Well, I was working on something," Kit replied, going back to her sketch, "Besides, practice is supposed to start soon. You wouldn't have had time to finish your story, anyway."
"Ugh, whatever," Shelly shook her head, "If mom and Katherine fight again, I'm drowning myself in holy water."
"Well, I told my grammy not to fight with her," Kit said, scribbling more vigorously, "And then she said: 'I'm just trying to protect you!' which, of course I appreciate-
"But it's church!" Shelly interjected.
"Yes!" Kit exclaimed, "I don't need protection from my godmother."
"They just can't stand each other and like to punish us to get back at one another."
It was so irritating. Katherine and her mother, Vanessa were always bickering. It was so embarrassing. The entire choir stood there staring while Shelly was hoping she'd die. They fought, wasted time, and then everyone in the choir, blamed her and Kit.
"Hopefully, today will be better," Kit said optimistically, "If not, well, then at least we get to be with the kids later. I love them so much!" she gushed.
Shelly made a sound of distaste. Kit absolutely adored children and Shelly didn't understand why. She thought they were loud, attention-seeking and irritating. She could never picture herself with kids in the future, but if she ever did have kids, she'd probably adopt or foster.
Kit would probably have a hundred kids and more.
"Will you help me study for my math test, this weekend?" Kit asked, turning towards her, "If you do, I'll help you with history."
"Okay," Shelly agreed, "But I really need help with my art assignment."
Kit grinned, "That, I'd be more than happy to do. Piece of cake."
"Oh, I would kill for cake, right now," Shelly commented, making Kit giggle, "But thank-
End Flahsback:
"Shelly!"
"What!?" Shelly jumped out of her thoughts, wincing when she hit her back against the pew, "Ow."
"You're not even changed! Go get your robes on!"
"Okay, okay," Shelly stood up. There was an area in the church designed to accommodate them. It was located in the chancel, between the nave and the altar. Everyone was standing there, except for Anthony who was standing beside the pew.
"Come with me," she grabbed his wrist, dragging him behind her.
"Ugh, I don't want to watch you change!" Anthony pretended to gag.
"I won't tell Will, if you won't," Shelly promised.
"He asked about you the other day," Anthony said, "I told him we'd all get coffee or something."
"Thanks, but not now," Shelly politely declined.
"Come on, Shelly, don't torture yourself," Anthony scolded, "Kit's going to be fine. Isn't she always?"
More tears welled up in Shelly's eyes and she kept her back facing Anthony as she took her robe from it's hook.
"Obviously not," she mumbled, unzipping her jacket.
Author's Note: So, it's been a week since Kit has been in her coma. It's supposed to be towards the end of April.
Anyway, I know, it's been awhile since I've updated, but not only was I struggling with Writer's Block, my computer broke in early December and I just got it back two days ago.
The time helped with my block, so expect consistent updates!
Thanks for your patience, along with my Beta Reader, Sabrina06.
Don't forget to review!
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