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Thank you to all who read, but here's an even bigger thanks for those who reviewed:
Jen: Thanks for the review but I don't think I'll be writing for the show just yet. J
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Jamie Abuse-4
The group sat in stunned silence. A million thoughts raced through Caitie's mind. 'A coma, oh God. I should have told someone sooner.' She thought bitterly.
'No you should have noticed sooner.' The other part of her replied snidely 'He's one of your best friends and you can't even tell when he's being beaten to a pulp!'
"We don't know when or if he'll wake up," the doctor continued. "I'll tell you if anything changes," He said, turning to leave. "Wait!" Caitie yelled, rushing up to him. "Can we see him? Just for a moment?" The girl pleaded.
The doctor looked at the beseeching girl and nodded. "All right, but one at a time."
The lobby
The brunette stood by the nurse's station lost in though, her mind heavy with worry and grief. So absent was she, that the woman barely noticed the nurse come in.
"Hello!" she said in a cheery voice, jarring the woman from her thoughts. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"What? Oh, yes. I'm looking for someone. A Jamie Waitie."
"Alright." The nurse said, sitting down to her computer. "He's in the Minors ICU (Intensive Care Unit), room 314. Poor thing."
The brunette felt her stomach do a somersault. "ICU? What happened to him?" the woman asked, apprehension clear in her voice. She had came a soon as she was called, but had not been told of his condition.
"Parental abuse, I'm afraid. People like that shouldn't be allowed to have kids." The lady did not respond as she headed toward the elevator.
'Damn you Scott!' she though furiously as the elevator rose to the 9th floor. 'How could you do this?! For Gods sake he's our SON!'
*Minors ICU*
Hank stared out the window of the small, dark room as the rain splashed against the window. What little light came through, tossed long shadows on the floor, giving the room an eerie look. The only sound in the room was the beeping of machines and the whooshing of the ventilator. Hank swallowed and forced himself to revert his gaze to Jamie.
The black-haired teen lay motionless on the bed, his skin sickeningly pale. He was covered in bandages almost head to toe, making the boy look like a mummy. Hank hit his chair in frustration. Why couldn't he have done something? As head EMT he felt responsible for everyone else on the team, but he hadn't even know about Jamie's trouble until Tyler called him, and by then it was to late to do anything!
He sighed and stood up to leave, still feeling insignificant in this whole scheme. Upon returning to the waiting room, he noticed the others were already asleep. Val was sleeping next to Tyler, her head resting on his shoulder and Caitie was curled up in an arm chair, eyes puffy from crying. As the teenager took his seat next to his friends, a woman of about 40 came around the corner.
"Hello," she said, noticing that Hank was still awake. "Could you tell me where Jamie Waitie's room is? Number 314?"
"And you are?" he asked suspiciously. 'Or better yet, what does she want in Jamie's room?' He thought.
"I'm Karen, Jamie's mother." Hank eyes went wide from surprise. "And who are you?"
"I'm Hank, one his friends from the EMT squad," he extending his hand." Nice to meet you, Mrs. Waitie."
"Ms. Robins, please" she corrected quietly. "We're divorced."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Jamie's room is down the hall." He said nodding in the direction of the room.
She thanked him and slowly made her way to the door. Upon entering the room, her hands instantly went to her mouth at the sight of her son. "Oh my Lord…." she said, tears welling in her eyes as she cautiously made her way to his bedside.
"Hi, baby," Karen cooed, softly brushing his cheek. "It's me, Mom." The teen remained unresponsive, but she had expected as much. "I can't believe how much you've grown," she continued. "Although, it has been more then two years since I've seen you. Journalism keeps you busy, you know. But I hear you've been keeping busy too." she said the unshed tears blurring her vision. "An EMT, who would have thought."
The crystalline tears finally reached the brim and Karen broke down. "Please wake up, I'm so sorry baby! I never thought Scott would take the divorce so hard. I guess I was wrong. But I promise you things WILL be different," she said, squeezing his hand. " You can come and live with me in New York and I swear that man will never lay another finger on you, so please honey, PLEASE wake up!" she pleaded, but her words seemed in vain.
She sat there watching her son for another hour or so, until she just couldn't stay any longer. "I'll be back soon, I promise. I'll never leave you like that again," she said, walking out of the room.
A small groan of pain escaped Jamie's lips.