Hey! I don't think there are going to be many new parts on this story. I have lost a lot of readers for it, and I think some others are a lot more hooked to my new story: For Better or Worse. Personally, I think I am too, but I'm not one to leave things undone. Therefore, I am taking this one to the end!!
Please review and tell me what you think.
Don't own a thing.
When Four Years Pass Chapter 9
"Is there a Hank Beecham here?" A scared Val asked the nurse when they arrived to the hospital.
"I'm not one to ask. Ask the receptionist."
"Where?" Val was getting frustrated. It seemed nobody would tell her where Hank was.
"That desk over there."
Val turned to make her way to the desk, but was caught off guard as Brooke ran quickly in front oh her and asked the receptionist where Hank was.
"Down the hall and to your left. Room," she paused to look at her chart, "145."
"Thank you."
"Wait, mam, only family is allowed." The receptionist called after Brooke.
"She is family." Tyler told her.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but she doesn't look much like the patient." The angered lady pointed out.
"Why don't you let her go in and get off her back about it." Val said, eyes fury with anger.
The nurse shrugged as if saying "Not my business." And shooed them off.
"Hank?" Brooke asked while walking into the room. It was worse than she thought. Tubes were coming in and out of Hank's mouth, his chest, and his throat. He was a darker color than normal, and his breathing was possible from and only from the machine to his side.
The blonde walked closer and pulled a chair aside to the bed. She sat in it and took Hank's cold hand. She flinched at the freezing temperature, but didn't let go, knowing that Hank needed her there. She reached up as her vision became blurry, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.
"Please make it through. You can't die Hank, you can't." Brooke whispered in his ear. She leaned forward and kissed his cool cheek. Letting the tears fall, the teenager laid her head on his chest. Up and down. Up and down. Hanks chest rose and fell at the aid of a machine.
"Miss? Miss?" Brooke woke to the voice of a woman in a white outfit. She opened her eyes and slowly remembered where she was and what had happened. She looked slowly down to Hank, and smiled. His color was much better.
"I'm sorry miss but you'll have to wait outside. The doctors need to take a look at him."
"Ok, thank you."
Brooke made her way into the hallway, looking for her sister. Seeing Val's familiar face made her smile, and without even thinking, Brooke ran into her sister's arms. Tyler came over and comforted the two.
"Miss? Are you here with a Hank Beecham?" The doctor asked as he neared.
"Yes. My name is Brooke." She said as she grabbed and shook the doctor's extended hand. "How is he?"
"Well, despite everything that happened to him, Hank will be able to leave in a few days. He has a broken arm and a lot of scratches and bruises, but that's it. He suffered some lung damage, but he is scheduled for surgery in a couple hours, which will heal that. After the surgery, he won't need any aid in breathing. We need to keep him a couple days, and he'll have to come back every week for a month for us to see how the surgery went. Overall, I'm happy to say that Hank will be fine, and he'll get back on his feet in about a week."
Brooke turned to face Val and smiled. 'Hank was going to be ok.' She thought to herself.
"Is he awake?" Tyler asked the doctor.
"Actually, yes. You can see him if you'd like."
Brooke ran and hugged the doctor. She was so happy that Hank was ok.
"Hank? You awake?"
"Brooke! You have no clue how happy I am to see you."
"I think we are equally happy."
Brooke leaned forward and kissed Hank on the cheek. Hank, at the spur of the moment moved his head so that his lips were right in front of hers.
"You know, I don't think it's good to kiss girls in your condition." Brooke said playfully.
"Well, I think I can take the risk." Hank said as he moved his lips closer to Brooke's.
"Good I'm gl.." Brooke's lips were interrupted by Hank's. His soft lips shot electricity through her body. She leaned forward to deepen the kiss when all of a sudden………..
"Hank! Hey buddy how ya doin?" Tyler asked, nonchalant of what was going on.
Hank took his lips from Brookes and looked at Tyler as if saying 'what were you thinking man?'
"Val, what are you hitting me for?" Tyler asked as he looked back to his fiancé.
Val gritted through her teeth: "They were having a moment."
"A wha..?" Tyler asked, confused as ever.
Val gave him a look with her eyes. Her big, blue eyes.
"Ohh, a mo…OHHH!" Tyler said quietly. He turned back to Hank and spoke up.
"We'll be going now." He said, slightly embarrassed.
"Ok." Hank said as he waved to his fiends walking out the door.
"So, where were we?" Hank asked as he turned towards Brooke.
LAME I know. But yeah…getting it done with. I'm going to go now, freaking brother needs the freaking phone. Grr…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Don't own a thing.
When Four Years Pass Chapter 9
"Is there a Hank Beecham here?" A scared Val asked the nurse when they arrived to the hospital.
"I'm not one to ask. Ask the receptionist."
"Where?" Val was getting frustrated. It seemed nobody would tell her where Hank was.
"That desk over there."
Val turned to make her way to the desk, but was caught off guard as Brooke ran quickly in front oh her and asked the receptionist where Hank was.
"Down the hall and to your left. Room," she paused to look at her chart, "145."
"Thank you."
"Wait, mam, only family is allowed." The receptionist called after Brooke.
"She is family." Tyler told her.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but she doesn't look much like the patient." The angered lady pointed out.
"Why don't you let her go in and get off her back about it." Val said, eyes fury with anger.
The nurse shrugged as if saying "Not my business." And shooed them off.
"Hank?" Brooke asked while walking into the room. It was worse than she thought. Tubes were coming in and out of Hank's mouth, his chest, and his throat. He was a darker color than normal, and his breathing was possible from and only from the machine to his side.
The blonde walked closer and pulled a chair aside to the bed. She sat in it and took Hank's cold hand. She flinched at the freezing temperature, but didn't let go, knowing that Hank needed her there. She reached up as her vision became blurry, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.
"Please make it through. You can't die Hank, you can't." Brooke whispered in his ear. She leaned forward and kissed his cool cheek. Letting the tears fall, the teenager laid her head on his chest. Up and down. Up and down. Hanks chest rose and fell at the aid of a machine.
"Miss? Miss?" Brooke woke to the voice of a woman in a white outfit. She opened her eyes and slowly remembered where she was and what had happened. She looked slowly down to Hank, and smiled. His color was much better.
"I'm sorry miss but you'll have to wait outside. The doctors need to take a look at him."
"Ok, thank you."
Brooke made her way into the hallway, looking for her sister. Seeing Val's familiar face made her smile, and without even thinking, Brooke ran into her sister's arms. Tyler came over and comforted the two.
"Miss? Are you here with a Hank Beecham?" The doctor asked as he neared.
"Yes. My name is Brooke." She said as she grabbed and shook the doctor's extended hand. "How is he?"
"Well, despite everything that happened to him, Hank will be able to leave in a few days. He has a broken arm and a lot of scratches and bruises, but that's it. He suffered some lung damage, but he is scheduled for surgery in a couple hours, which will heal that. After the surgery, he won't need any aid in breathing. We need to keep him a couple days, and he'll have to come back every week for a month for us to see how the surgery went. Overall, I'm happy to say that Hank will be fine, and he'll get back on his feet in about a week."
Brooke turned to face Val and smiled. 'Hank was going to be ok.' She thought to herself.
"Is he awake?" Tyler asked the doctor.
"Actually, yes. You can see him if you'd like."
Brooke ran and hugged the doctor. She was so happy that Hank was ok.
"Hank? You awake?"
"Brooke! You have no clue how happy I am to see you."
"I think we are equally happy."
Brooke leaned forward and kissed Hank on the cheek. Hank, at the spur of the moment moved his head so that his lips were right in front of hers.
"You know, I don't think it's good to kiss girls in your condition." Brooke said playfully.
"Well, I think I can take the risk." Hank said as he moved his lips closer to Brooke's.
"Good I'm gl.." Brooke's lips were interrupted by Hank's. His soft lips shot electricity through her body. She leaned forward to deepen the kiss when all of a sudden………..
"Hank! Hey buddy how ya doin?" Tyler asked, nonchalant of what was going on.
Hank took his lips from Brookes and looked at Tyler as if saying 'what were you thinking man?'
"Val, what are you hitting me for?" Tyler asked as he looked back to his fiancé.
Val gritted through her teeth: "They were having a moment."
"A wha..?" Tyler asked, confused as ever.
Val gave him a look with her eyes. Her big, blue eyes.
"Ohh, a mo…OHHH!" Tyler said quietly. He turned back to Hank and spoke up.
"We'll be going now." He said, slightly embarrassed.
"Ok." Hank said as he waved to his fiends walking out the door.
"So, where were we?" Hank asked as he turned towards Brooke.
LAME I know. But yeah…getting it done with. I'm going to go now, freaking brother needs the freaking phone. Grr…
