If I Could Be Who You Wanted ~~ Chapter Five
"Steve?!" Kay's eyes popped wide open at the sight of her boss standing there, with a worried expression on his face no less. "What are you doing here?"
Steve felt slightly flustered at Kay's less-than-happy reaction upon learning the news that he had stopped in. "I, um," he coughed. "I overheard Treena talking to some guy about you being in the hospital with Anna again. I stopped by to see if I could lend a hand...you know, with moral support and everything."
"Thanks," Kay said sarcastically. "Just what I need, pity from some guy who is practically a stranger to me! Look Steve, you don't know me, you don't know Anna and you don't know what the hell is going on so why don't you just butt out?"
After she finished yelling Kay choked out several sobs; her breathing harsh and rapid. Before she knew what she was doing she collasped into a pool of tears at her knees. She rocked her head back and forth and let out cry after cry.
Kneeling down akwardly, Steve placed a hand on Kay's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "Kay, you know I meant what I said," he said softly. "You DO have much more to live for..."
"Like what?" Kay wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt and stifled back another sob.
"Like me," a distant voice said, moving closer. The tears blurred her vison but as he moved closer she took in more detail, not quite believing what her eyes were seeing. It was impossible. Had he really come for her? Those kinds of things only happened in fairy tales, she knew. And her life was no fairy tale.
"Miguel?" she whispered.
"Yeah Kay, it's me," he assured her, a couple tears flowing from his own eyes. Kay looked so desperate, so helpless, so unlike herself.
"I don't believe it,"
"Kay, listen to me," Miguel took her hands in his, and helped her to her feet. "Everyone at home is worried sick about you. Your parents even had to sell their house because they spent all their money trying to find you. You have to call them, even if you decide not to go back."
"Are you finished yet, Miguel?" Kay's face took on a hard look, and her eyes bore into his. "That's a nice little speech you've got there. Really, I applaud you. But right now my parent's happiness is the furthest thing from my mind."
"Why are you in the hospital?" Miguel asked the question that had been on his mind since he heard the news. "Are you hurt? Are you sick? Please tell me the truth."
"I wish," Kay laughed, taking a seat in the hard purple chair next to the vending machine. Placing a coin in, she grabbed a coke and drank it down in four gulps, tossing the can aside. "I WISH it was me who was sick, I really do. But it's not. It's Anna."
"Who's Anna?" Miguel asked, a feeling of dread tightening in his stomach. He almost didn't want to know the answer to that.
When Kay remained silent, Miguel pounded his fist on the magazine table in frustration. "WHO IS SHE?"
"Woah there," Steve finally spoke up after all this time. "Calm down. Can't you see she's been through enough?"
"And just who are YOU?" Miguel countered defensively.
"Uh, a friend. I'm Steve," Steve and Miguel shook hands, although they still did not completely trust each other. "How do you know Kay? Are you her boyfriend or something?"
"No. Just a friend. Like you," Miguel mumbled, feeling slightly stupid. He didn't exactly feel like getting into it with Steve right now. He wasn't even sure he understood it all himself. "We used to go to school together,"
"She's my baby," Kay said suddenly, almost as if she were talking to the air. "My little baby,"
She burst into tears again, and buried her face into her hands, not wanting the others to see her in a vulrable state. She learned long ago that if she opened up to anyone, or let anybody get close to her they would just hurt her in the end, so what was the point? Why bother to set herself up for yet another fall?
Steve and Miguel both rushed to comfort her but before they could a tall orderly docter with short cropped hair, that was brown with a greyish tint strode down the hall. She had a stack of papers in one hand that looked important and she was heading straight for them, so everybody grew silent and waited to hear what she had to say.
"Ms. Bennett, that is you, I assume?" the doctor said in a stern voice, not revealing much emotion.
"Yes,"
"I have the news on your baby, and I'm thankful you're sitting down."
Kay sucked in a breath, although no air managed to travel to her lungers. The docters words hit her like a punch in the face. "AND?" she finally managed to choke out.
The doctor smile. "She'll be fine. We have her stablelised. You may go see her now if you wish."
"Steve?!" Kay's eyes popped wide open at the sight of her boss standing there, with a worried expression on his face no less. "What are you doing here?"
Steve felt slightly flustered at Kay's less-than-happy reaction upon learning the news that he had stopped in. "I, um," he coughed. "I overheard Treena talking to some guy about you being in the hospital with Anna again. I stopped by to see if I could lend a hand...you know, with moral support and everything."
"Thanks," Kay said sarcastically. "Just what I need, pity from some guy who is practically a stranger to me! Look Steve, you don't know me, you don't know Anna and you don't know what the hell is going on so why don't you just butt out?"
After she finished yelling Kay choked out several sobs; her breathing harsh and rapid. Before she knew what she was doing she collasped into a pool of tears at her knees. She rocked her head back and forth and let out cry after cry.
Kneeling down akwardly, Steve placed a hand on Kay's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "Kay, you know I meant what I said," he said softly. "You DO have much more to live for..."
"Like what?" Kay wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt and stifled back another sob.
"Like me," a distant voice said, moving closer. The tears blurred her vison but as he moved closer she took in more detail, not quite believing what her eyes were seeing. It was impossible. Had he really come for her? Those kinds of things only happened in fairy tales, she knew. And her life was no fairy tale.
"Miguel?" she whispered.
"Yeah Kay, it's me," he assured her, a couple tears flowing from his own eyes. Kay looked so desperate, so helpless, so unlike herself.
"I don't believe it,"
"Kay, listen to me," Miguel took her hands in his, and helped her to her feet. "Everyone at home is worried sick about you. Your parents even had to sell their house because they spent all their money trying to find you. You have to call them, even if you decide not to go back."
"Are you finished yet, Miguel?" Kay's face took on a hard look, and her eyes bore into his. "That's a nice little speech you've got there. Really, I applaud you. But right now my parent's happiness is the furthest thing from my mind."
"Why are you in the hospital?" Miguel asked the question that had been on his mind since he heard the news. "Are you hurt? Are you sick? Please tell me the truth."
"I wish," Kay laughed, taking a seat in the hard purple chair next to the vending machine. Placing a coin in, she grabbed a coke and drank it down in four gulps, tossing the can aside. "I WISH it was me who was sick, I really do. But it's not. It's Anna."
"Who's Anna?" Miguel asked, a feeling of dread tightening in his stomach. He almost didn't want to know the answer to that.
When Kay remained silent, Miguel pounded his fist on the magazine table in frustration. "WHO IS SHE?"
"Woah there," Steve finally spoke up after all this time. "Calm down. Can't you see she's been through enough?"
"And just who are YOU?" Miguel countered defensively.
"Uh, a friend. I'm Steve," Steve and Miguel shook hands, although they still did not completely trust each other. "How do you know Kay? Are you her boyfriend or something?"
"No. Just a friend. Like you," Miguel mumbled, feeling slightly stupid. He didn't exactly feel like getting into it with Steve right now. He wasn't even sure he understood it all himself. "We used to go to school together,"
"She's my baby," Kay said suddenly, almost as if she were talking to the air. "My little baby,"
She burst into tears again, and buried her face into her hands, not wanting the others to see her in a vulrable state. She learned long ago that if she opened up to anyone, or let anybody get close to her they would just hurt her in the end, so what was the point? Why bother to set herself up for yet another fall?
Steve and Miguel both rushed to comfort her but before they could a tall orderly docter with short cropped hair, that was brown with a greyish tint strode down the hall. She had a stack of papers in one hand that looked important and she was heading straight for them, so everybody grew silent and waited to hear what she had to say.
"Ms. Bennett, that is you, I assume?" the doctor said in a stern voice, not revealing much emotion.
"Yes,"
"I have the news on your baby, and I'm thankful you're sitting down."
Kay sucked in a breath, although no air managed to travel to her lungers. The docters words hit her like a punch in the face. "AND?" she finally managed to choke out.
The doctor smile. "She'll be fine. We have her stablelised. You may go see her now if you wish."