Title: Remember
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: You know…
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Anna walked out of Dave's hospital room and rubbed her eyes. She had been sitting next to him for the past 8 hours while he slept. She had fallen asleep, but it wasn't enough to fill her quota. She stifled a yawn as she walked up to the admit desk, where Randi was sitting, reading another magazine.
"Hey, Randi," Anna said.
Randi looked up and when she saw Anna, she stood up.
"How's Dave?" she asked.
Anna smiled to herself. "He's doing fine," she replied. She looked around for a minute before realizing nobody was there. "Uh, where's everybody else?"
"Oh, they went out to grab something to eat," Randi told her.
Anna furrowed her brow. Randi noticed this and added, "Oh, don't worry, they're bringing something back for you."
Anna chuckled, her confused expression disappearing. But her smile didn't last long and she looked at the tile on the floor. Randi looked her over, concerned.
"Anna, what's wrong?"
Anna looked up. "Nothing…just a little upset about Dave getting hurt," she lied.
"Yeah, OK, I buy that…not," Randi retorted.
Anna sighed. "Don't worry, nothing's wrong."
"Look, Anna, I know we like, just met, but Dave's already told me about what happened to him when he was a kid…if he can trust me enough to tell me that, don't you think that maybe you can trust me enough to tell me what's on your mind?"
"I…I don't know, it's just…" Anna said, trailing off.
"Anna, look, nothing you tell me will ever be told to anyone else," Randi coaxed.
"Do…do we have to talk about it here?" Anna asked.
Randi shook her head and looked around. She saw Frank and ran over to him.
"Hey, Frank, cover for me, I'll be back soon," Randi said in a rushed voice. She shoved her magazine into Frank's hand and ran off with Anna, leaving a very confused Frank holding the latest issue of Lucky.
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Randi knew a private place to take Anna: the roof. As they waited for the elevator to get to the top, Randi could feel the tension between Anna and herself. When the elevator reached their destination, Randi led Anna onto the roof. She shivered. She had been in such a rush that she had forgotten how cold it was. Anna, however, was considerably dressed for the weather in her thick, long-sleeved blue sweater.
"So, what's up?" Randi prodded.
Anna sniffled. She turned to Randi, who thought she saw slight tears in the younger girl's eyes.
"When I was in there, with Dave," Anna began, "I saw this scar. And all the memories, they all came flowing back…"
Randi averted her eyes from Anna's. Anna started speaking again.
"You said Dave told you…about what happened to him, right?"
Randi nodded, still not looking at Anna. Anna nodded as well.
"Yeah, well, did he tell you that our father never laid a finger on me?"
Again, Randi nodded.
"Did he tell you that when our father tried, he would stand up for me? That he would take a near-death beating for me because he loved me and was concerned about me?"
At this new piece of information, Randi looked up to make eye contact with Anna, whose tears were now running freely down her young face.
"Anna…" Randi started, but Anna held a hand up.
"No, I need to get this out," she said, taking a big breath, "when I saw that scar…I remembered how he got it. Dad, he had been drunk again, of course, and Dave shoved me in the room and told me to 'lock my door and don't come out until I heard the front door slam'. I don't really know what happened between that time and the time Dave came up to my room to see if I was OK, I mean, I heard crashes and such, but it must have been really brutal because he came upstairs with his clothes soaked…in his blood. That scar…Dave never told me how he got it, but…"
"Anna," Randi said again, "it's OK. Dave's OK, or at least he's going to be."
"No," Anna exclaimed, hitting her fist on a wall, "it's [italic]not[/italic] OK! I came to Chicago expecting that everything between Dave and Dad was going to be all fine and peachy keen. I thought that Dave would just forget about it and forgive him and move on. And he did move on…physically. Not emotionally, Randi. He still hurts inside and I was too blind to see that."
Randi didn't say anything. She walked over to Anna, who was trying her best not to cry again. Randi wrapped her arms around her and she smoothed her hair as she started to bawl freely again.
"Shhhh, it's alright…it's going to be OK," Randi soothed.
Anna took a deep breath and pulled away from her newfound friend.
"Thanks, Randi," Anna said.
"For what?" Randi asked.
"Thanks for everything…listening to me, understanding…being there," Anna replied.
Randi smiled. "Hey, you're Dave's sister. I'll be there for you anytime."
Anna smiled too. "Let's go back downstairs. I'm sure your boss is wondering where you are."
"Eh, probably not, but I think we should get back down anyway…I'm freezing!" Randi exclaimed.
Anna laughed. She nodded towards the elevator. They linked arms and walked towards it, going back to the ER.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: You know…
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Anna walked out of Dave's hospital room and rubbed her eyes. She had been sitting next to him for the past 8 hours while he slept. She had fallen asleep, but it wasn't enough to fill her quota. She stifled a yawn as she walked up to the admit desk, where Randi was sitting, reading another magazine.
"Hey, Randi," Anna said.
Randi looked up and when she saw Anna, she stood up.
"How's Dave?" she asked.
Anna smiled to herself. "He's doing fine," she replied. She looked around for a minute before realizing nobody was there. "Uh, where's everybody else?"
"Oh, they went out to grab something to eat," Randi told her.
Anna furrowed her brow. Randi noticed this and added, "Oh, don't worry, they're bringing something back for you."
Anna chuckled, her confused expression disappearing. But her smile didn't last long and she looked at the tile on the floor. Randi looked her over, concerned.
"Anna, what's wrong?"
Anna looked up. "Nothing…just a little upset about Dave getting hurt," she lied.
"Yeah, OK, I buy that…not," Randi retorted.
Anna sighed. "Don't worry, nothing's wrong."
"Look, Anna, I know we like, just met, but Dave's already told me about what happened to him when he was a kid…if he can trust me enough to tell me that, don't you think that maybe you can trust me enough to tell me what's on your mind?"
"I…I don't know, it's just…" Anna said, trailing off.
"Anna, look, nothing you tell me will ever be told to anyone else," Randi coaxed.
"Do…do we have to talk about it here?" Anna asked.
Randi shook her head and looked around. She saw Frank and ran over to him.
"Hey, Frank, cover for me, I'll be back soon," Randi said in a rushed voice. She shoved her magazine into Frank's hand and ran off with Anna, leaving a very confused Frank holding the latest issue of Lucky.
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Randi knew a private place to take Anna: the roof. As they waited for the elevator to get to the top, Randi could feel the tension between Anna and herself. When the elevator reached their destination, Randi led Anna onto the roof. She shivered. She had been in such a rush that she had forgotten how cold it was. Anna, however, was considerably dressed for the weather in her thick, long-sleeved blue sweater.
"So, what's up?" Randi prodded.
Anna sniffled. She turned to Randi, who thought she saw slight tears in the younger girl's eyes.
"When I was in there, with Dave," Anna began, "I saw this scar. And all the memories, they all came flowing back…"
Randi averted her eyes from Anna's. Anna started speaking again.
"You said Dave told you…about what happened to him, right?"
Randi nodded, still not looking at Anna. Anna nodded as well.
"Yeah, well, did he tell you that our father never laid a finger on me?"
Again, Randi nodded.
"Did he tell you that when our father tried, he would stand up for me? That he would take a near-death beating for me because he loved me and was concerned about me?"
At this new piece of information, Randi looked up to make eye contact with Anna, whose tears were now running freely down her young face.
"Anna…" Randi started, but Anna held a hand up.
"No, I need to get this out," she said, taking a big breath, "when I saw that scar…I remembered how he got it. Dad, he had been drunk again, of course, and Dave shoved me in the room and told me to 'lock my door and don't come out until I heard the front door slam'. I don't really know what happened between that time and the time Dave came up to my room to see if I was OK, I mean, I heard crashes and such, but it must have been really brutal because he came upstairs with his clothes soaked…in his blood. That scar…Dave never told me how he got it, but…"
"Anna," Randi said again, "it's OK. Dave's OK, or at least he's going to be."
"No," Anna exclaimed, hitting her fist on a wall, "it's [italic]not[/italic] OK! I came to Chicago expecting that everything between Dave and Dad was going to be all fine and peachy keen. I thought that Dave would just forget about it and forgive him and move on. And he did move on…physically. Not emotionally, Randi. He still hurts inside and I was too blind to see that."
Randi didn't say anything. She walked over to Anna, who was trying her best not to cry again. Randi wrapped her arms around her and she smoothed her hair as she started to bawl freely again.
"Shhhh, it's alright…it's going to be OK," Randi soothed.
Anna took a deep breath and pulled away from her newfound friend.
"Thanks, Randi," Anna said.
"For what?" Randi asked.
"Thanks for everything…listening to me, understanding…being there," Anna replied.
Randi smiled. "Hey, you're Dave's sister. I'll be there for you anytime."
Anna smiled too. "Let's go back downstairs. I'm sure your boss is wondering where you are."
"Eh, probably not, but I think we should get back down anyway…I'm freezing!" Randi exclaimed.
Anna laughed. She nodded towards the elevator. They linked arms and walked towards it, going back to the ER.