Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the characters (Except Dean, Linda, Lyndsaie, Lisa, Lenore, Lowden, and Lorianne); I'm not using this for money, yatsa, yatsa, and yatsa.
Prologue:
Lucy Knight's family is coming for a visit from Palm Beach, Florida. She's been really nervous – and surprised when her mother said they were coming a week earlier.
Also: I wrote this prior to Lucy's death. This is AU to any of the episodes about Lucy's death & her mother's visit to the ER.
Lucy's family:
Dean Xander Knight, age 48 – Lucy's father – brown hair, brown eyes, 6' 3", 204 Lbs.
Linda Joan Knight, age 47 – Lucy's mother – blonde hair, blue eyes, 5' 8", 152 Lbs.
(Lucy Avea Knight, age 23 – eldest knight child)
Lyndsaie Ruse Knight, age 16 – golden-brown hair, hazel-blue eyes, 5' 0", 110 Lbs.
Lisa Kloe Knight, age 11 – sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, 4' 6", 87 Lbs.
Lenore Mery Knight, age 7 – dark brown hair, blue eyes, 3' 10", 73 Lbs.
Lois Bobi Knight, age 5 ½ - dark brown hair, brown eyes, 3' 2", 46 Lbs.
Lowden Jett Knight, age 3 – sandy blonde hair, hazel-blue eyes, 2' 10", 32 Lbs.
Lorianne Juli Knight, age 11 mon. – reddish-brown hair, hazel-green eyes, 1' 11", 20 ¾ Lbs.
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To see Lucy
Part Two
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Thursday – 9:46 am
Lyndsaie dried her eyes and looked up at the doctor before her, "Dr. Ross!" She said, surprised. She smacked Lucy in the back, as the med student shut the door and looked up at Doug.
"I thought you were supposed to be sleeping, and Dr. Carter is looking for you." He said, a serious look on his face.
Lucy managed a smile, "We just came to see them."
Doug nodded his head. He understood – Lucy and Lyndsaie were the two eldest and they need to know if their siblings were okay. He would've done the same thing.
"I'll take her back to her room. Come on, Lyndie." The elder Knight said, putting a protective arm around her sister, and walking away.
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Thursday – 10:16 am
Lucy walked into the room. Lyndsaie looked up, tears down her face.
"What's wrong?" Lucy asked, instant concern and fear filling her.
Lyndsaie looked at the two children she was sharing the room with, and then began to speak, "Lucy. I need to talk to you."
"Okay." Lucy sat down on the bed at her sister's feet.
"You know about three weeks ago, when I had to go in for that test, because I had that stomach ache for three days straight?" Lyndie asked, brushing away the new tears that came down her cheeks.
"Yeah. Mom called and said it was nothing."
Lyndie shook her head, "No. We…I didn't want to worry you. I mean you have all this stuff to deal with already. I told her to tell you that."
"So?" Lucy asked. She was becoming scared now that something was seriously wrong with her sister, her best friend.
"The test said that I have…" Lyndie paused to gather herself, "It said that I have cancer. It's the reason that I've been having all those pains. It's basically a tumor that's engulfing my uterus and it's going to enter my bloodstream."
Lucy blinked back tears. Her sister was dying. "It's a tumor, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then it has to be removed. Dr. Miller had to schedual you for surgery."
Lyndie shook her head, "Dad has to sign this form. He hasn't done it."
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Thursday – 10:32 pm
Doug sat down next to John, Kerry, and Carol. They'd all gone down to eat something while on break, though they had another motive – to get away from Lucy, so they could discuss the Knight family.
"You know, she's been acting more protective since they got here. She wants to be with everyone of them at once and when she can't get to the next room fast enough, she gets really upset." John said, shoving a fork of salad into his mouth.
"I've never seen her like this." Carol added, reaching for the carton of milk on Doug's tray.
Lucy walked over, "Hey." She grabbed a chair and sat down.
"Hey." They four doctor replied, in perfect unison.
The twenty-three year old turned to John, "Lyndie wants to know if you want to come see her, and Denny wants to see you." She finished, now looking at Doug.
"Why not? If she's anything like you, I'd enjoy being around her." John said, hoping to say something more caring then usual.
"Sure." Doug said, sipping his coffee, "So, when's your dad getting here?"
Lucy tensed up noticeably, and then forced herself to relax.
"Something wrong?" Kerry asked, concern in her voice.
"Yeah. Everything's fine. Why do you ask? You know what, I should go check on Lyndie and Denny and Lois. I'll see you later." Lucy said, quickly. She got up and walked back toward the cafeteria door.
The four doctors watched her, concerned for the young adult. Each was worried that Lucy was hiding something – something important. However, Doug looked at the others, thinking he knew what the problem was – but he couldn't have been more off.
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Friday – 11:06 am
Lucy sighed, walking into the hospital's front door. John Carter had forced her to take a few hours away from CCG, so she could think about things, but now she was returning in the same mood as before. She was currently cursing her father silently. How he could let his sister get sick and die was beyond her. Lyndie was only sixteen. She still had her life.
So deep in thought, Lucy didn't hear John's calls, and she walked straight into Kerry.
"Dr. Weaver! I'm so sorry!" Lucy said, helping Kerry to her feet.
"It's okay, Lucy." Kerry said, "What's wrong?"
Lucy gave her a sideways look, and then looked into the mirror Carol had suddenly shoved into the student's hand. She looked at her face, noticing the red streaks on her face and her puffy, pink eyes. Lucy looked at her hair, seeing that she hadn't brushed it – just merely pulled it back. "Nothing's wrong." Was all she said, before walking off toward the elevator.
"We've gotta talk to her." Doug said, as the other doctors gathered around.
"Has her father arrived yet?" Mark asked, as John walked over.
"No. He hasn't even called her." The doctor said to the rest, "I was just upstairs talking to Linda. Apparently, there's a story behind Lucy and Lyndsaie that their father isn't too proud of. He isn't going to come as long as Lyndsaie's one of the ones hurt."
"What story?" Carol asked.
"I don't know. That's all she said. In her words, 'There's more to my eldest daughters past then you know of, Dr. Carter. Their father isn't going to come as long as they are among the injured.'" Carter wanted to continue, but an emergency was rushed in and the team spread out.
Friday – 12:34 pm
Lyndsaie stood up and walked out of the room. Both Lois and Lowden were asleep, so she felt like escaping to see Lucy. The sixteen-year old had always been close to Lucy, and now that they were living in two different places, Lyndie wanted to spend as much time as possible with her sister. Lyndie snuck down the hallway to the elevator and pushed the button for the ER.
When the doors opened, Lyndie was face-to-face with Dr. Ross.
"Do you have radar on the brain or something?" Lyndie asked, playfully.
"Maybe. Maybe you're just real good at finding me." Doug replied, smiling, "Now as I recall you were supposed to be sleeping."
"Sleep? In the middle of the day?" She paused, "But then again doctors sleep whenever, right? Welps, I came looking for my sister. I just want to talk to her."
Doug nodded, "I promise that I won't tell."
"Thanks." Lyndie said, smiling, before walking toward her sister.
Lucy looked up at Lyndie, as she walked over, "I thought you sleeping."
Lyndie grinned, "You and Dr. Ross must have your brains working on the same wavelength."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. So, do you want to do something with me?" Lyndie asked, smiling.
Lucy looked at her sister, "Depends."
"Welps, I wanna have one of our races."
"No." Lucy said, a tone of finality in her voice, "Not in three million years."
Lyndie pouted, "Aw, come on, Luce! I'm not that sick."
Lucy looked at her sister, and sighed, before putting down her book, "Alright – but if I get in trouble, you're taking the wrap."
"Fine wit' me." Lyndsaie got in the position of a runner.
Lucy copied the example, and began to count off, "1…2…"
Lyndsaie ran off, followed by Lucy and the two headed down the hall. All the personnel watched in delight, while the girls reached a point, and turned around. Each took off, same as before, and ran as fast as possible. Before reaching the end, though, Lyndie crumbled to the floor, gripping her stomach in pain.
Lucy heard a thud and turned around to see what had fallen. She ran over, seeing it was her sister that had fallen, followed by Kerry, John, and Doug.
"It hurts, Lucy." Was all Lyndsaie said, before becoming unconscious.
Doug and John were quick to pick her up off the floor – and nearly threw her in the air, because she was so light. Doug grabbed her body from John, and made his way to one of the empty rooms. He laid her down on the bed, before looking at Lucy, who's facial expression was a mix of fear, hatred, sadness, and love. The doctor walked out of the room to join the other two and the med student.
"What was that?" He asked, trying to not sound as though he was mad.
Lucy just looked in the room at her sister, her eyes transfixed on the form. Lyndsaie seemed so frail to her, and she was sure that if anyone touched Lyndie, the teen would break. Lucy ignored the three doctors and walked into the room. She stopped at the side of the bed, undid the side bars, so she could get in, and she laid down beside her sister. She laid there stroking the soft golden-brown hair, which Lyndie usual responded to, but Lyndie wasn't responding to Lucy's touch. Instead, Lyndie was sweating and her face was contorted in pain.
"Lucy." John said, getting her attention. He was standing beside the bed, looking at the twenty-three year old, who was now crying.
"She's dying. She has Cancer." Lucy paused to get her bearings, and then went on, "Dad…Dad won't let her have the surgery. There's this form that both parents have to sign to get consent. I don't know why. He…He won't sign it."
John looked at her, eyes wide in shock. Had he just heard that a father wasn't allowing his child to get something she needed to continue living? He looked at Lyndie. Lucy was attached to her, and the stories he'd heard about her were something he'd enjoyed hearing. The antics and troublemaking had made her sound so happy – so healthy – and she had, to him, sounded like a caring, wonderful, typical teenager with a great future – like Lucy. How anyone could deny her her own future was beyond him. "That's why your father isn't here."
Lucy nodded her head. She shut her eyes against the new torrent of tears. She hated her father. She hated him more then anything in the world. He had always been less loving to her and Lyndie, but this wasn't right. He was trying to kill her sister, as far as Lucy was concerned – and she hated him.
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Friday – 9:16 pm
The last nine hours had been a blur for Lucy. Lyndie's secret was told, Lorianne had gotten worse, and her father had decided to make his appearance – much to everyone's dismay. Lucy had had a hard time keeping herself away from him, and keeping him away from Lyndie. She didn't trust him anywhere near her dying sister.
"Lucy. You look so tired, come on. I'll take you home." John said, softly.
Lucy jumped, even at the kind voice he was using, "No. I want to stay here. I don't want him to get near Lyndie."
John sat down beside Lucy, and sucked in a deep breath, "What did he do to you, Lucy?"
She thought about what he'd been asking, and then replied, "He didn't hurt me physically, Carter. He just held out longer on things for us, and he'd pay less attention to us. He never really loved us the way he loved Denny and our sisters, didn't say kind things to us, ignored us. He abused us emotionally and mentally, but never physically." She said, "And I guess the fact that I know it was abuse kinda makes it okay. I know it wasn't true, and so does Lyndie."
He looked at her for a moment, "I'm sorry."
"As long as I'm near her, he won't go into her room. I'm staying." She said, answering his first question.
"I understand." He paused, "You know that this could be the thing that can get him away from her. If your mother knows about this, she could press charges."
"She'd never do that. She loves him. Lyndie and I have lived with him, we'll be okay. I just…want her to get that surgery. I don't want to lose my sister." Lucy began to cry, and she latched on to John, who held her close and hoped to God that she'd be okay.
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Friday – 11:51 pm
John walked into Linda Knight's room. The woman was happily watching her son draw on paper with crayons. Denny had been brought to her room earlier, and had insisted on staying.
"Mrs. Knight?"
Linda looked up. One eye was swollen shut, but she still managed to focus in on the man before her, "Dr. Carter, right?"
"Yes. I was hoping to talk to you alone, if that would be possible." He said, gesturing to Carol who was also in the room – playing with Denny. Carol understood and picked up the little boy. She took him into the hall, and began to rock him to sleep.
Carter shut the door and began, "Mrs. Knight, I don't know if you know this, but I've been told that your…"
"My husband doesn't love my two girls. I know. I've been told many times by many people." Linda began herself, "Dean isn't the man he used to be. I guess that that is proven by my eye. I was just going to ask nurse Hathaway about a social worker or something."
John nodded, "I was just checking. There's something else I need to discuss with you. I'm sure you've been told about Lyndsaie already. Lucy told us that Lyndie needs surgery for a malignant tumor."
"I know. I've been trying to get my husband to sign the paper, but since I'm not going to let him anywhere near my daughters, I don't think that he has any say in this. Please, you do it. I don't want to lose my daughter. I'm sure Lucy doesn't want to lose her sister, either. I can't lose either of my girls."
John nodded again, before leaving. He walked to the elevator, and went back down to the ER. He walked to the lounge, opened his locker, and grabbed his coat. He switched his white coat for the other one, shut the locker, and walked out of the ER. He walked down to the basketball court, where Doug was already.
"So I'm not the only one out here." Doug said, dribbling the ball.
"Nope." John stole the ball and made a dash for the net. He shot and it rebounded, which Doug caught. He made his shot, and it too rebounded.
"Linda said she knew that Dean wasn't the kindest person in the world. I hope wanting to kill him is normal." He said, taking another shot, and sinking it.
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Dani Charlie
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PS: I had my sister finish the last few lines & publish this. She must've put it on the wrong pen name. SRY!