Mary walks back over to her sisters, with a slightly satisfied expression on her face.
"What are you so happy about?" Ruthie asks.
"Nothing, I just restored my faith in Wilson."
"What?" Lucy asks.
"Nothing. Oh, um, Luce, Sgt. Michaels said that Roxanne would probably stop by here soon. They called her about an hour ago."
"Oh god." Lucy says, her hands going to her stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"Who did you call?" Ruthie asks.
"Sgt. Michaels." Mary wanted to tell them that Kevin would probably get charged with attempted murder, landing him at least some prison time, but then she thinks of Lucy. If she were in her place, she wouldn't want to here that right now. She slumps down in the chair next to Lucy, and grabs her sister's hand. "Whatever happened to Jimmy Moon? Jimmy Moon was such a nice boy."
Lucy tries to smile, but she can't. "What if he tried to shoot me?" she asks, leaning back in the chair.
Mary shakes her head and stands up frustrated and annoyed with her sister's overly apparent lack of sympathy toward her. "I don't know Luce." Mary mutters. She switches her seat to the other side of Ruthie, but Lucy doesn't even notice. Mary ruffles Ruthie's hair, and she turns to face her. "You tired?"
"Yes." Ruthie says, giving in.
"I could call someone to come get you. I'm sure Robbie would come."
"No. I want to stay here with you. Somebody's got to stick by you." Ruthie says, stressing the word "somebody". Lucy isn't even listening to them.
Mary pulls Ruthie's head down to her shoulder, hoping she might get a little sleep, when a doctor walks out of the emergency room.
"Is there a Mr. or Mrs. West here?"
Mary's head jerks around to the other side of the room. She listens intently, until Mrs. West signals for her to come over. She stands, her throat dry and her knees shaking, and goes over.
"Well, first off, he's going to be OK. He lost a lot of blood, and he's weak. But besides that, I expect his arm to heal quite nicely. We're going to have to keep him until tomorrow, and possibly tomorrow night." All three of them nod, showing they understand. "Now, you can go and see him, but only for a little while. He needs his rest. No more than two at a time."
"Thank you Doctor." Wilson's father answers, and the doctor leaves.
"If you two don't mind, would it be OK of I went to see Wilson after you?"
"Oh honey. That's just fine," Wilson's mother answers, smiling sympathetically toward the down trotted Camden woman.
Mary goes back to her seat she previously occupied, and puts her head in her hands. She lets out a loud sigh, closing her eyes and almost falling asleep in an instant. Ruthie places her hand on Mary's back. "It will be OK Mary."
Mary doesn't say anything back; she just begins to sob. After about ten minutes, she sees Wilson's parents come back out. She attempts to dry her eyes, and stands. She pushes through the doors, and saunters into the room that Wilson is in.
Mary walks into the room, and her heart breaks as she sees Wilson. He is lying down in a bed, his arm wrapped in bandages and in a sling. He is dressed in one of those hospital gowns, which depresses Mary even more. The bed is tilted upwards, so he notices her as soon as she walks in the room.
"Hey." She whispers to him.
"Hello beautiful."
Mary smiles slightly as she walks over and sits down in the chair next to his bed. "How are you doing?"
"I've been better, but it's not too bad. How's your arm?"
"It's OK; it only hurts a little." She picks up the hand of the unscathed arm and places it in hers.
They sit for a little while in silence. Mary can tell that Wilson is thinking, about Kevin she assumed.
"How did you know?" he asks, catching Mary off guard.
"How did I know what?"
"How did you know we weren't just going to end up talking?"
"I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling- woman's intuition I guess."
"I'm so sorry you got hurt, too. I should have listened to you in the first place. This is all my fault."
"Its not your fault. You didn't know he was going to do this." Mary says. "If it's anyone's fault its mine. I shouldn't have told you about what Kevin said to me in the first place. Then we would have just napped like I had planned." Mary stops for a second, and attempts to change the subject. "How bad did it hurt?"
"Really bad." He answers, filling Mary's eyes with tears.
"Come on now," he says, squeezing Mary's hand. "Don't cry, please."
"I can't help it. This is so awful."
"Yeah, I know."
Mary is shocked by Wilson's defeatist attitude. He never acts like that, or at least she has never seen him that way in all the time she's spent with him. "But you're going to be OK, right? The doctor said that you're going to be OK."
"Then I'm going to be OK."
Mary figures it is useless to try and cheer him up. She decides that he probably just needs some time.
"So, is there anything you want me to do for you before I go? The doctor said I should only stay for a couple of minutes because you need you rest."
"No, I'm fine. You should go home, get some sleep. You look exhausted."
"So do you."
"You sure? Because I could sit with you."
"No, go home. You need your rest just as much as I do."
"Well, I don't think I'll be getting too much sleep tonight."
"Just the same."
Mary smiles. Its warms her heart that Wilson is still looking out for her. "OK." She squeezes his hand. "I'll come back first thing in the morning."
"Isn't it morning?"
They both laugh as Mary looks at her watch. "Its 2:30. I'll be back at 7, I promise. 'K?"
"You don't have to come back that fast."
"Like I said, I'll be back at seven." She repeats with a smile on her face. She leans down to Wilson and kisses his forehead, and then once lightly on the lips. "Bye." She whispers as she turns and walks to the door. She reaches for it, taking one final look back at Wilson. Her eyes start to well with tears, and blinking them away only makes them stream down her cheeks.