Chapter 6
"What happened to him?"
Linda looked up to Terry and frowned. She'd been dreading his reaction to Bruce collapsed ever since the doctors had told her he'd be all right. Without the concern she'd felt for the old man plauging her mind she was free to consider Bruce's young assitant. He'd made it clear enough he didn't trust her in the least the previous night and she greatly doubted he was the type to just accept this as a coincidence.
"Doctors say he had a mild heart attack. I woke up and found him like that. What? You think I magically caused a heart attack?" She snapped in response to a question that seemed more like an accusation to her ears. Her voice shaking a bit, but in contrast to the fear that caused the tremors in it the previous night it now showed a short temper and an alarmingly defensive attitude rather then a frightened little girl.
Terry glared at her, part of him angry with her for being apparantly uncaring about Bruce's condition, another part of him feeling a bit grateful that she hadn't skipped out when she saw he was out. Sighing and looking away from Linda, Terry's gaze turned to the nurses station down the hall. Glancing back to Linda he quickly took off to ask one of the nurses if he could se Mr. Wayne or at least when they thought he could. After being told he couldn't see him, Terry thanked the nurse as politely as possible, masking his frusteration at not being able to see Bruce.
"Wait a minute." The nurse demanded as he turned to leave. "That girl, we didn't question her before but now that we have Mr. Wayne taken care of we have to wonder just what she was doing in there. If you can't verify that she was supposed to be there we'll have to call the police."
Terry felt somewhat startled that they would jump to that course of action. "She's alright, you don't need to call them in. She was supposed to be there." As he spoke he couldn't help but think that in his opinion she shouldn't have been there in the first place.
"She was?" The nurse pressed. She clearly didn't think it was likely that this story was true. "Bruce Wayne has no children, nor does he seem the type to babysit for a friend-"
"She's-" Terry froze, trying to think of some excuse. "A new employee of his. Just does some house work for him..." Terry said, a bit unsure that she would believe him.
"Well... alright..." The nurse muttered as she turned back to her work. She seemed the type who would love to turn someone into the police to him.
Terry started back toward Linda, motioning for her to follow him. He gave a loud, exagerrated sigh, hoping neither Linda nor Bruce would get wind of this excuse he'd created. Bruce would be furious and Linda may get an idea and the idea of that was just a bit unsettling after all he'd seen from the other kids Mr. Wayne took in.
"What happened to him?"
Linda looked up to Terry and frowned. She'd been dreading his reaction to Bruce collapsed ever since the doctors had told her he'd be all right. Without the concern she'd felt for the old man plauging her mind she was free to consider Bruce's young assitant. He'd made it clear enough he didn't trust her in the least the previous night and she greatly doubted he was the type to just accept this as a coincidence.
"Doctors say he had a mild heart attack. I woke up and found him like that. What? You think I magically caused a heart attack?" She snapped in response to a question that seemed more like an accusation to her ears. Her voice shaking a bit, but in contrast to the fear that caused the tremors in it the previous night it now showed a short temper and an alarmingly defensive attitude rather then a frightened little girl.
Terry glared at her, part of him angry with her for being apparantly uncaring about Bruce's condition, another part of him feeling a bit grateful that she hadn't skipped out when she saw he was out. Sighing and looking away from Linda, Terry's gaze turned to the nurses station down the hall. Glancing back to Linda he quickly took off to ask one of the nurses if he could se Mr. Wayne or at least when they thought he could. After being told he couldn't see him, Terry thanked the nurse as politely as possible, masking his frusteration at not being able to see Bruce.
"Wait a minute." The nurse demanded as he turned to leave. "That girl, we didn't question her before but now that we have Mr. Wayne taken care of we have to wonder just what she was doing in there. If you can't verify that she was supposed to be there we'll have to call the police."
Terry felt somewhat startled that they would jump to that course of action. "She's alright, you don't need to call them in. She was supposed to be there." As he spoke he couldn't help but think that in his opinion she shouldn't have been there in the first place.
"She was?" The nurse pressed. She clearly didn't think it was likely that this story was true. "Bruce Wayne has no children, nor does he seem the type to babysit for a friend-"
"She's-" Terry froze, trying to think of some excuse. "A new employee of his. Just does some house work for him..." Terry said, a bit unsure that she would believe him.
"Well... alright..." The nurse muttered as she turned back to her work. She seemed the type who would love to turn someone into the police to him.
Terry started back toward Linda, motioning for her to follow him. He gave a loud, exagerrated sigh, hoping neither Linda nor Bruce would get wind of this excuse he'd created. Bruce would be furious and Linda may get an idea and the idea of that was just a bit unsettling after all he'd seen from the other kids Mr. Wayne took in.