Author's note: Thanks for all the great reviews!! This is my first fan fic
and I was a little nervous about whether people would like my writing or
not. Thanks to Mel for encouraging me to post the story!!!! By the way, if
any of you guys are fans of the movie A WALK TO REMEMBER, I'll soon be
posting a story called "Jamie's Miracle".
I do not own any of these characters, although I wish I owned Dylan, but
don't we all! The characters belong to Aaron Spelling and the creators of
90210. Enough of my rambling, on with the story!!! Enjoy and keep the
reviews coming!!!
As Dylan rushed to the hospital his mind raced. Brandon was so upset that he was short on details. What Brandon hadn't told him was left for Dylan's mind to make up.
All he could think was "Oh, God let her be ok." He didn't know why he cared so much, they'd been broke up for so long. But in the same sense, it was Brenda, his first love and the person he lost his virginity to.
He rushed inside and looked around frantically for the emergency desk. "I'm looking for Brenda Walsh," he said to an elderly woman seated behind the desk.
"Are you immediate family?" she asked in a highly overworked, underpaid tone.
"No but-" Dylan started, his voice shattering his calm and cool appearance.
"Then I'm sorry sir but you'll have to wait over there until I find the family and I'm not allowed to give you any information regarding the patient's situation or her care."
The nurse made this statement so matter of factly as if she had done it one hundred times a day that it angered Dylan.
"Look lady, Brenda is somebody that I've known practically my whole life and that I care about on more levels than I'll ever admit, not to mention that she's my girlfriend's best friend and my best friend's sister. And, she could die and I'll be standing out here by this god dam desk just because I don't have a biological connection to her or a physical one. And there's some stupid rule that you feel you have to follow all the time, instead of case by case."
He said all of this in about 2 seconds and gave the poor old lady more of a shock than she'd probably had in the last 50 years. The lady had such a look of surprise on her face that Dylan was sure he'd given her a heart attack. And just as he was considering how much jail time he'd get for doing in an old lady Brandon rounded the corner.
"Dylan, I'm so glad you're here man", Brandon greeted giving Dylan a man hug.
"What happened Brandon?" Dylan questioned his voice nearly pleading, desperate for answers.
"All I know is that she was suppose to come in town today at three and stop off at castle Walsh to help Andrea and Kelly work on plans for the wedding. Bren is always on time so when she wasn't there by 4:30, I got worried. I went out to start looking for her and found her on the side of the road out in front of the house. Kelly, who'd just gotten there I guess, was kneeled down by her begging her to wake up. We rushed her in here and the doctor just came out about ten minutes ago and told us judging from her injuries that she must have been hit by a car or something."
Dylan took a step backward and sighed letting the whole situation sink in. Then it dawned on him that Brandon had left out one very obvious and possibly crucial detail. "What about Kelly, what did she say, did she see anything?"
Brandon shook his head; "She's been so upset since we got here that Andrea and I can't even get a full sentence out of her."
"Where is she? I'll talk to her." Dylan said his voice hurried but at the same time relaxed and gentle.
Brandon put his arm around Dylan and lead him to a near by waiting room.
Inside were Andrea, Jim, Cindy, David, Donna, Steve, and Janet; all sitting around in a semi circle talking in low voices and trying somewhat unsuccessfully to comfort one another.
And then there was Kelly. Sitting all alone like she hadn't a friend in the world, hugging herself, and rocking back and forth.
She was crying and Dylan could tell that she had been since sometime before Brenda's accident. Dylan sighed and slumped his shoulders figuring the initial cause of Kelly's tears was probably his earlier behavior. Brenda's accident though had as expected worsened Kelly's emotions.
"Kel?" said Dylan in a voice so soft and gentle he even surprised himself a little.
"Dylan." Kelly sobbed embracing him as if her life depended on it.
After a few minutes when Dylan was sure she had calmed down a little and it was safe to let go, he said in the tone that one would use when talking to a little kid, "Kel, can you tell me what happened to Brenda, did you see anything?"
Kelly looked at Dylan and took a deep breath. After a few seconds she whispered so low that Dylan had to lean forward to make out what she was saying, "Oh Dylan, it's all my fault."
She hugged Dylan again unable to say anything else as tears and moans consumed her.
Dylan hugged her back but his mind was not on comforting her. All he could think was, what the hell did she mean by that.
As Dylan rushed to the hospital his mind raced. Brandon was so upset that he was short on details. What Brandon hadn't told him was left for Dylan's mind to make up.
All he could think was "Oh, God let her be ok." He didn't know why he cared so much, they'd been broke up for so long. But in the same sense, it was Brenda, his first love and the person he lost his virginity to.
He rushed inside and looked around frantically for the emergency desk. "I'm looking for Brenda Walsh," he said to an elderly woman seated behind the desk.
"Are you immediate family?" she asked in a highly overworked, underpaid tone.
"No but-" Dylan started, his voice shattering his calm and cool appearance.
"Then I'm sorry sir but you'll have to wait over there until I find the family and I'm not allowed to give you any information regarding the patient's situation or her care."
The nurse made this statement so matter of factly as if she had done it one hundred times a day that it angered Dylan.
"Look lady, Brenda is somebody that I've known practically my whole life and that I care about on more levels than I'll ever admit, not to mention that she's my girlfriend's best friend and my best friend's sister. And, she could die and I'll be standing out here by this god dam desk just because I don't have a biological connection to her or a physical one. And there's some stupid rule that you feel you have to follow all the time, instead of case by case."
He said all of this in about 2 seconds and gave the poor old lady more of a shock than she'd probably had in the last 50 years. The lady had such a look of surprise on her face that Dylan was sure he'd given her a heart attack. And just as he was considering how much jail time he'd get for doing in an old lady Brandon rounded the corner.
"Dylan, I'm so glad you're here man", Brandon greeted giving Dylan a man hug.
"What happened Brandon?" Dylan questioned his voice nearly pleading, desperate for answers.
"All I know is that she was suppose to come in town today at three and stop off at castle Walsh to help Andrea and Kelly work on plans for the wedding. Bren is always on time so when she wasn't there by 4:30, I got worried. I went out to start looking for her and found her on the side of the road out in front of the house. Kelly, who'd just gotten there I guess, was kneeled down by her begging her to wake up. We rushed her in here and the doctor just came out about ten minutes ago and told us judging from her injuries that she must have been hit by a car or something."
Dylan took a step backward and sighed letting the whole situation sink in. Then it dawned on him that Brandon had left out one very obvious and possibly crucial detail. "What about Kelly, what did she say, did she see anything?"
Brandon shook his head; "She's been so upset since we got here that Andrea and I can't even get a full sentence out of her."
"Where is she? I'll talk to her." Dylan said his voice hurried but at the same time relaxed and gentle.
Brandon put his arm around Dylan and lead him to a near by waiting room.
Inside were Andrea, Jim, Cindy, David, Donna, Steve, and Janet; all sitting around in a semi circle talking in low voices and trying somewhat unsuccessfully to comfort one another.
And then there was Kelly. Sitting all alone like she hadn't a friend in the world, hugging herself, and rocking back and forth.
She was crying and Dylan could tell that she had been since sometime before Brenda's accident. Dylan sighed and slumped his shoulders figuring the initial cause of Kelly's tears was probably his earlier behavior. Brenda's accident though had as expected worsened Kelly's emotions.
"Kel?" said Dylan in a voice so soft and gentle he even surprised himself a little.
"Dylan." Kelly sobbed embracing him as if her life depended on it.
After a few minutes when Dylan was sure she had calmed down a little and it was safe to let go, he said in the tone that one would use when talking to a little kid, "Kel, can you tell me what happened to Brenda, did you see anything?"
Kelly looked at Dylan and took a deep breath. After a few seconds she whispered so low that Dylan had to lean forward to make out what she was saying, "Oh Dylan, it's all my fault."
She hugged Dylan again unable to say anything else as tears and moans consumed her.
Dylan hugged her back but his mind was not on comforting her. All he could think was, what the hell did she mean by that.