Right Place, Wrong Time
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Everwood characters; they all belong to the WB.
PG
Ephram woke opened his eyes and tried to soak up his surroundings. At first he had no idea where he was, because it, in no way, resembled him room. Then he realized where he was exactly. He was back at the hospital, the one place he never wanted to be again.
"What am I doing here?" He whispered to himself.
"You passed out, right outside that girl's house." Ephram looked to his left to see his dad standing from his seat, "How are you feeling?"
"Fine I guess. What time is it?" He searched for a clock, not having any success.
"It's about nine-thirty pm." Andy answered.
"You've got to be kidding!" Ephram sat up, "it was daylight outside last I remember."
"Whoa, steady boy." A doctor walked into the room, "You need to lie back down, and you've put yourself through a lot tonight." Ephram recognized this doctor, but couldn't put a name to the face.
"I remembered you when your father and his friend ran through the doors, and I came over as fast as I could." Then Ephram remembered why this guy looked so familiar. It was Dr. Taylor. The one person Ephram never wanted to see again.
"Yeah, I remember you, too." Ephram rolled his eyes, "Sadly."
Dr. Taylor smiled and then looked at Andy, "The tests we took showed that everything is fine, but we need to keep Ephram here over night just in case."
When Ephram heard the words' stay over night' his eyes got wide immediately, "NO!!" Both doctors turned to the teenager, "I can't stay here tonight; I have to be somewhere...At sometime tomorrow!" Ephram remembered that he had no idea what time Annette planned to meet him on that bridge the next day, "Please, you don't understand how important it is that I get out of here tonight."
"I'm sorry Ephram, but you have to stay here. It's very important that you do, because you, like I said before, put yourself through a lot earlier. There seems to be something stressing you out, and I would like to know what it is, if you don't mind." Dr. Taylor crossed his arms.
"Yeah, I would too, by the way." Andy sat back down, both of the men waiting for an answer.
"I can't tell you just yet, but it's very important that I leave to night, that's part of why I'm stressed out." Ephram didn't realize that he had said 'part of the reason', but his father did.
"And the other part would be?" Andy looked very curious now.
"Dad, I can't tell you that either." That's al Ephram could say, and that's all he did say.
"Well, if you can't tell us, then I can't let you out." The doctor looked at Ephram, and then walked out the door.
'Well then I'll get out of here myself.' Ephram thought. He had a plan, something that wouldn't necessarily work, but Ephram had to try.
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Ephram had fallen asleep at about twelve that night, because he was too worried about Annette to do much of anything. She had said things that really concerned him, like what her parents had told her, and about her brother. He knew what it was like to lose someone, he knew it wasn't easy.
That was the other part of what was bothering him. He missed his mom. He missed her more than he could ever express to anyone, even Amy. HE had kept his feelings in for so long, but they were beginning to surface now, and he didn't like it at all.
This had been going on for the past week now, and Ephram was getting good at hiding it, no matter how hard someone tried to get him to talk. He didn't plan on letting anyone know how he felt, but he didn't plan on committing suicide either. He knew that wasn't the way out, and he, somehow, had to convince Annette that that was the case, too.
"This isn't going to be easy." Ephram had thought to himself before he fell asleep.
He was awake now, and his plan was about to go into action. Ephram looked around the dark hospital room, making sure everyone had gone home. His dad couldn't stay today, because he had to go to the clinic the next day.
The next day was Tuesday, and that meant Ephram was going to miss school. So, unless one of the nurses came in early, he wouldn't be discovered missing until about eleven a.m., which made Ephram rather confident he could get far.
He slipped out of bed with ease, and that was the only easy part. He had to get down the hall unnoticed, and he didn't know what time it was, so he couldn't figure out if it was a shift change or not. Before Ephram went to the door, he went to a chair where his clothes were laying. He picked them up, and went to change in the bathroom. Once he got out, he headed for the door.
It was a shift change, luckily. Ephram looked out through the little window in the door right at a clock, it was three a.m., Ephram had ten minutes to get out of the building, and for him, that wasn't much time. He walked down the hall, but one of the nurses was walking right toward him. He ran and hid behind a supply shelf. Sadly there weren't too many of those just sitting around.
The nurse turned before she reached the place Ephram was at, so Ephram ran further down the hall, again unnoticed. He made it to the elevator, but he couldn't take that, because it would make too much noise. He went for the stairs, it would take longer, but he had to do it.
He opened the creaky door and slowly closed it back. He looked down the stairwell; it was a little ways down. He was on the seventh floor, because his condition wasn't that serious. He started down the stairs, but heard someone coming up, or so he thought.
He soon realized someone was actually coming down, and he ran as fast as possible to the bottom floor. He had made it, but now came the hardest part. He had to get past the front desk, at three a.m. in the morning. Someone was sure to notice a teenage boy walking out of the hospital at that time, because, unless they were staying the night, visitors weren't aloud past nine.
Ephram opened the door slightly, only leaving a crack between it and its frame. He peaked out through that tiny space and saw that same annoying girl at the front desk, but he didn't recognize her, because he was unconscious when he was brought in.
He saw her drop something, and when she leaned down to get it, that was Ephram's chance to leave. He opened the door as wide as he could and ran to the waiting room. Again Ephram was very lucky, because there were people in the waiting room. He sat there, unnoticed by the clerk at the front desk. Ephram decided the easiest thing to do would be to just, of course, walk out, and so he did.
******
After walking for what seemed like five hours to Ephram, he read a sign that said Welcome to Chestnut. It was daylight outside, and Ephram had made it. All he had to do now was get to the other side of town, but he was absolutely exhausted. He didn't know what time it was, but he knew it was late. It was ten a.m. at least. He knew he had been walking for a long time, longer than he actually thought he was.
Anyway, he started walking again, walking past the police station, and towards the bridge. He was soon to be discovered missing, and he knew it. But at that point he didn't really care. He got closer and closer to the bridge, until it finally came into sight. He knew it was a ways off the ground, and he could see someone standing on the edge. He squinted to see who it was, and sure enough, there stood Annette.
Ephram sped up his pace and soon reached the edge of the bridge, "Annette, don't do it!" He walked closer, but to his dismay, she jumped off. He didn't even get a chance to reason with her.
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So, is Annette really dead? You'll have to wait and find out! I should have the next chapter up as fast as the others! Fair warning though! This story will be a long one, I can guarantee!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Everwood characters; they all belong to the WB.
PG
Ephram woke opened his eyes and tried to soak up his surroundings. At first he had no idea where he was, because it, in no way, resembled him room. Then he realized where he was exactly. He was back at the hospital, the one place he never wanted to be again.
"What am I doing here?" He whispered to himself.
"You passed out, right outside that girl's house." Ephram looked to his left to see his dad standing from his seat, "How are you feeling?"
"Fine I guess. What time is it?" He searched for a clock, not having any success.
"It's about nine-thirty pm." Andy answered.
"You've got to be kidding!" Ephram sat up, "it was daylight outside last I remember."
"Whoa, steady boy." A doctor walked into the room, "You need to lie back down, and you've put yourself through a lot tonight." Ephram recognized this doctor, but couldn't put a name to the face.
"I remembered you when your father and his friend ran through the doors, and I came over as fast as I could." Then Ephram remembered why this guy looked so familiar. It was Dr. Taylor. The one person Ephram never wanted to see again.
"Yeah, I remember you, too." Ephram rolled his eyes, "Sadly."
Dr. Taylor smiled and then looked at Andy, "The tests we took showed that everything is fine, but we need to keep Ephram here over night just in case."
When Ephram heard the words' stay over night' his eyes got wide immediately, "NO!!" Both doctors turned to the teenager, "I can't stay here tonight; I have to be somewhere...At sometime tomorrow!" Ephram remembered that he had no idea what time Annette planned to meet him on that bridge the next day, "Please, you don't understand how important it is that I get out of here tonight."
"I'm sorry Ephram, but you have to stay here. It's very important that you do, because you, like I said before, put yourself through a lot earlier. There seems to be something stressing you out, and I would like to know what it is, if you don't mind." Dr. Taylor crossed his arms.
"Yeah, I would too, by the way." Andy sat back down, both of the men waiting for an answer.
"I can't tell you just yet, but it's very important that I leave to night, that's part of why I'm stressed out." Ephram didn't realize that he had said 'part of the reason', but his father did.
"And the other part would be?" Andy looked very curious now.
"Dad, I can't tell you that either." That's al Ephram could say, and that's all he did say.
"Well, if you can't tell us, then I can't let you out." The doctor looked at Ephram, and then walked out the door.
'Well then I'll get out of here myself.' Ephram thought. He had a plan, something that wouldn't necessarily work, but Ephram had to try.
******
Ephram had fallen asleep at about twelve that night, because he was too worried about Annette to do much of anything. She had said things that really concerned him, like what her parents had told her, and about her brother. He knew what it was like to lose someone, he knew it wasn't easy.
That was the other part of what was bothering him. He missed his mom. He missed her more than he could ever express to anyone, even Amy. HE had kept his feelings in for so long, but they were beginning to surface now, and he didn't like it at all.
This had been going on for the past week now, and Ephram was getting good at hiding it, no matter how hard someone tried to get him to talk. He didn't plan on letting anyone know how he felt, but he didn't plan on committing suicide either. He knew that wasn't the way out, and he, somehow, had to convince Annette that that was the case, too.
"This isn't going to be easy." Ephram had thought to himself before he fell asleep.
He was awake now, and his plan was about to go into action. Ephram looked around the dark hospital room, making sure everyone had gone home. His dad couldn't stay today, because he had to go to the clinic the next day.
The next day was Tuesday, and that meant Ephram was going to miss school. So, unless one of the nurses came in early, he wouldn't be discovered missing until about eleven a.m., which made Ephram rather confident he could get far.
He slipped out of bed with ease, and that was the only easy part. He had to get down the hall unnoticed, and he didn't know what time it was, so he couldn't figure out if it was a shift change or not. Before Ephram went to the door, he went to a chair where his clothes were laying. He picked them up, and went to change in the bathroom. Once he got out, he headed for the door.
It was a shift change, luckily. Ephram looked out through the little window in the door right at a clock, it was three a.m., Ephram had ten minutes to get out of the building, and for him, that wasn't much time. He walked down the hall, but one of the nurses was walking right toward him. He ran and hid behind a supply shelf. Sadly there weren't too many of those just sitting around.
The nurse turned before she reached the place Ephram was at, so Ephram ran further down the hall, again unnoticed. He made it to the elevator, but he couldn't take that, because it would make too much noise. He went for the stairs, it would take longer, but he had to do it.
He opened the creaky door and slowly closed it back. He looked down the stairwell; it was a little ways down. He was on the seventh floor, because his condition wasn't that serious. He started down the stairs, but heard someone coming up, or so he thought.
He soon realized someone was actually coming down, and he ran as fast as possible to the bottom floor. He had made it, but now came the hardest part. He had to get past the front desk, at three a.m. in the morning. Someone was sure to notice a teenage boy walking out of the hospital at that time, because, unless they were staying the night, visitors weren't aloud past nine.
Ephram opened the door slightly, only leaving a crack between it and its frame. He peaked out through that tiny space and saw that same annoying girl at the front desk, but he didn't recognize her, because he was unconscious when he was brought in.
He saw her drop something, and when she leaned down to get it, that was Ephram's chance to leave. He opened the door as wide as he could and ran to the waiting room. Again Ephram was very lucky, because there were people in the waiting room. He sat there, unnoticed by the clerk at the front desk. Ephram decided the easiest thing to do would be to just, of course, walk out, and so he did.
******
After walking for what seemed like five hours to Ephram, he read a sign that said Welcome to Chestnut. It was daylight outside, and Ephram had made it. All he had to do now was get to the other side of town, but he was absolutely exhausted. He didn't know what time it was, but he knew it was late. It was ten a.m. at least. He knew he had been walking for a long time, longer than he actually thought he was.
Anyway, he started walking again, walking past the police station, and towards the bridge. He was soon to be discovered missing, and he knew it. But at that point he didn't really care. He got closer and closer to the bridge, until it finally came into sight. He knew it was a ways off the ground, and he could see someone standing on the edge. He squinted to see who it was, and sure enough, there stood Annette.
Ephram sped up his pace and soon reached the edge of the bridge, "Annette, don't do it!" He walked closer, but to his dismay, she jumped off. He didn't even get a chance to reason with her.
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So, is Annette really dead? You'll have to wait and find out! I should have the next chapter up as fast as the others! Fair warning though! This story will be a long one, I can guarantee!