A/N- Major thanks to Arcadia for beta-ing. Sorry for this chapter taking a while to write, I had writers block. I hope this comes out all right.
Disclaimer- Oh my god! There still not mine!
Let it Be
Chapter 3- If I Fell.
"Hey Jamie!" Hank said as he came into the room. At his voice, Jamie nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Whoa, sorry! You okay?" Hank asked. Jamie looked a little pale and he took a deep soothing breath.
"Yeah, fine." Once again, Jamie tried raising his hand only to have it snap back down to his side.
"You don't look fine." Hank replied, feeling for Jamie as he watched his struggle with the restraints.
"Sorry, my leg is just uh, throbbing."
"How's your vision?"
"More or less the same, maybe a little better." Hank seated himself next to the bed.
"Are you nervous about the surgery tomorrow?"
"Naw." He couldn't see it, but he was almost positive Hank was giving him a doubtful look. "You don't believe me do you?"
"Nope."
"I wouldn't believe me either."
"You okay Jamie? You seem kinda jumpy and pale."
"Just a bad night I suppose."
"Did something happen?" Hank asked in concern, before Jamie could reply, Miranda poked her head into the room.
"Jamie?" Miranda asked entering the room.
"Yes?"
"Who was that man last night? He was here way past visiting hours." Jamie seemed to fidget for a moment.
"Jamie?" Hank asked, becoming curious. Jamie sighed and opened his mouth, only to close it again. Whatever it was, Hank decided it must be big if Jamie was getting this worked up over it. With a frustrated sigh Jamie pushed his head into the pillow.
"I'm sorry, I don't know who he was."
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Caitie pushed her hair out of her face and sighed. She was on her way back from her grandmothers and was eager to see Jamie. She shifted again in the front seat.
"Caitie will you stop squirming all over the place!" Her mother cried in exasperation.
"Well, I'm sorry mother, but I have somewhere I would much rather be." Caitie snapped. Her mother sighed.
"Honey, I know your worried about Jamie, but your grandmother turned 75, she wanted to see you."
"I know, but I'm worried." Caitie relented.
"I know." Her Mom said with a slight smile.
"Are we nearly home?" Caitie asked.
"We'll be there in about half an hour or so."
"Mom?" Caitie paused. "Do you think you could just drop me off at the hospital?" Her mother gave her a little half smile.
"I was wondering if I was gonna have to bring that up." Caitie gave a short laugh and went back to waiting anxiously and nervously fidgeting.
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Hank sat beside Jamie's bed, Jamie had long ago lapsed into unconsciousness. Miranda had given him some type of medication and Jamie was out shortly after. He stared at the restraints that held his friend in place. A light bruise was forming around Jamie's right wrist, whether it be from the seizures he still had, or from him pulling against them, he couldn't be sure of. More than anything Hank wanted to know who this mysterious man to visited Jamie was. He could tell Jamie was lying when he said he didn't know, and he would bet Miranda did too, but neither pushed it. Jamie murmured something in his sleep and Hank's attentions were snapped back to him. Watching Jamie so intently, he completely missed it when Caitie breezed into the room.
"What are we looking at?" Caitie asked.
"GAH!" Hank yelped jumping.
"Whoa, whoa sorry!"
"You scared me to death!" Hank hissed.
"I'm sorry." Caitie said, with a grin. "Did I miss anything?"
"Yeah actually, Jamie had some mystery visitor last night that got him all freaked out and he won't tell us who it was." Caitie frowned.
"Why not?"
"Who knows."
"Who's he protecting?" Caitie wondered out loud.
"You know, I never even thought that he might be protecting someone!" Hank said surprise clearly portrayed on his face.
"What did you think?"
"I don't know, that he was scared into not talking."
"Another possibility." Caitie replied with a slight nod of her head.
"Only he can tell us."
"And something tells me he won't." Caitie replied with a sigh, settling down in the chair next to Hank.
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Jamie stirred and opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that his room was empty, at least as far as he could tell. Must be past visiting hours he supposed. In truth, he liked being alone. Yeah, he was glad his friends came to visit, but he felt slightly bad when he would fall in and out of consciousness while someone was in the room trying to talk to him. He was glad however for the pills that put him out when Hank and Miranda started grilling him about the mysterious man who came to visit him last night. With a sigh he looked down at the restraints. He had been laying on the bed for nearly twenty minutes, when he began to fell light headed. All of a sudden his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began to seize.
Am I ever gonna tell ya'll who the mysterious man is? Sure I am. Eventually. I gotta find some way to get ya'll to keep coming back. *Grins* I don't know a lot about seizures, all I know for sure is that you can get them from a knock on the head. I'm not sure what brings them on though, so if I'm completely wrong, I apologize, I'm flying blind here, please if you know anything about them, email me privatly and explain it to me. I'll give you major kudos in the next chapter.
Disclaimer- Oh my god! There still not mine!
Let it Be
Chapter 3- If I Fell.
"Hey Jamie!" Hank said as he came into the room. At his voice, Jamie nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Whoa, sorry! You okay?" Hank asked. Jamie looked a little pale and he took a deep soothing breath.
"Yeah, fine." Once again, Jamie tried raising his hand only to have it snap back down to his side.
"You don't look fine." Hank replied, feeling for Jamie as he watched his struggle with the restraints.
"Sorry, my leg is just uh, throbbing."
"How's your vision?"
"More or less the same, maybe a little better." Hank seated himself next to the bed.
"Are you nervous about the surgery tomorrow?"
"Naw." He couldn't see it, but he was almost positive Hank was giving him a doubtful look. "You don't believe me do you?"
"Nope."
"I wouldn't believe me either."
"You okay Jamie? You seem kinda jumpy and pale."
"Just a bad night I suppose."
"Did something happen?" Hank asked in concern, before Jamie could reply, Miranda poked her head into the room.
"Jamie?" Miranda asked entering the room.
"Yes?"
"Who was that man last night? He was here way past visiting hours." Jamie seemed to fidget for a moment.
"Jamie?" Hank asked, becoming curious. Jamie sighed and opened his mouth, only to close it again. Whatever it was, Hank decided it must be big if Jamie was getting this worked up over it. With a frustrated sigh Jamie pushed his head into the pillow.
"I'm sorry, I don't know who he was."
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Caitie pushed her hair out of her face and sighed. She was on her way back from her grandmothers and was eager to see Jamie. She shifted again in the front seat.
"Caitie will you stop squirming all over the place!" Her mother cried in exasperation.
"Well, I'm sorry mother, but I have somewhere I would much rather be." Caitie snapped. Her mother sighed.
"Honey, I know your worried about Jamie, but your grandmother turned 75, she wanted to see you."
"I know, but I'm worried." Caitie relented.
"I know." Her Mom said with a slight smile.
"Are we nearly home?" Caitie asked.
"We'll be there in about half an hour or so."
"Mom?" Caitie paused. "Do you think you could just drop me off at the hospital?" Her mother gave her a little half smile.
"I was wondering if I was gonna have to bring that up." Caitie gave a short laugh and went back to waiting anxiously and nervously fidgeting.
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Hank sat beside Jamie's bed, Jamie had long ago lapsed into unconsciousness. Miranda had given him some type of medication and Jamie was out shortly after. He stared at the restraints that held his friend in place. A light bruise was forming around Jamie's right wrist, whether it be from the seizures he still had, or from him pulling against them, he couldn't be sure of. More than anything Hank wanted to know who this mysterious man to visited Jamie was. He could tell Jamie was lying when he said he didn't know, and he would bet Miranda did too, but neither pushed it. Jamie murmured something in his sleep and Hank's attentions were snapped back to him. Watching Jamie so intently, he completely missed it when Caitie breezed into the room.
"What are we looking at?" Caitie asked.
"GAH!" Hank yelped jumping.
"Whoa, whoa sorry!"
"You scared me to death!" Hank hissed.
"I'm sorry." Caitie said, with a grin. "Did I miss anything?"
"Yeah actually, Jamie had some mystery visitor last night that got him all freaked out and he won't tell us who it was." Caitie frowned.
"Why not?"
"Who knows."
"Who's he protecting?" Caitie wondered out loud.
"You know, I never even thought that he might be protecting someone!" Hank said surprise clearly portrayed on his face.
"What did you think?"
"I don't know, that he was scared into not talking."
"Another possibility." Caitie replied with a slight nod of her head.
"Only he can tell us."
"And something tells me he won't." Caitie replied with a sigh, settling down in the chair next to Hank.
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Jamie stirred and opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that his room was empty, at least as far as he could tell. Must be past visiting hours he supposed. In truth, he liked being alone. Yeah, he was glad his friends came to visit, but he felt slightly bad when he would fall in and out of consciousness while someone was in the room trying to talk to him. He was glad however for the pills that put him out when Hank and Miranda started grilling him about the mysterious man who came to visit him last night. With a sigh he looked down at the restraints. He had been laying on the bed for nearly twenty minutes, when he began to fell light headed. All of a sudden his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began to seize.
Am I ever gonna tell ya'll who the mysterious man is? Sure I am. Eventually. I gotta find some way to get ya'll to keep coming back. *Grins* I don't know a lot about seizures, all I know for sure is that you can get them from a knock on the head. I'm not sure what brings them on though, so if I'm completely wrong, I apologize, I'm flying blind here, please if you know anything about them, email me privatly and explain it to me. I'll give you major kudos in the next chapter.