"Lemme through you bitch!" Words of Mac echoed throughout the sterile room. The reek of namonia sent the female into a gagging figt. A string of foul curses followed the hacking cough, causing yet another fit to ensue. "Let me through." She growled, a murderous glare fixated on the stubborn nurse. "I'm sorry miss, but we cannot let anyone see Ms. McKale right now."
MacKenzie growled again, aready another tactic springing to mind. "She's my sister, isn't it hospital policy to alow the next of kin to see her?" The nurse shook her head, before replying. "I'm sorry, but th eonly person that we'd allow see her right now, is her husband. We're not even allowing her husband to see her. Doctor's order-"
"Fuck doctor's orders! Jus' lemme see Rylie for fuck's sake, before I bash your fucking skull in!" Mac cut the woman off with yet another tirade. Josh shook his head, firmly placing a hand on her shoulder, steering the irate female away from anyone assosiated with the hospital.
"Forgive my wife, she's under a lot of stress right now." Josh offered to the nurse, hand clamped over Mac's mouth to stiffle her angered comments. "Just shut up and walk." He hissed in her ear, manuvering her towards the waiting room, and some where he could tie her up.
~oOo~
"You have fingers? When the fuck did this happen ass clown?" Rylie inquried sarcasticly, annoyed hazel gaze directed at the doctor. THe instant she had seen him, she knew it was like being 16 all over again. Rylie slipped into a deep revie, all consciousness of her current world fading, falling away.
MacKenzsie, having just turned 16, had gotten a car from her grandparents. Rylie and a few of her friends held a party. Rys boyfriend, at the time, and a group of his friends, brought mass amounts of alcohol.
Everyone was wasted by 11, and around 1am, the party despirsed. The reason, MacKenzie had caught her own boyfriend making out with some girl. Being highly emotional, any rational thought fled the female's mind.
"Mac, you're too drunk to drive safely." Rylie pleaded, her own anger boiling over. MacKenzie had ignored her, simply climbing behind the wheel of the toyota 4runner. Rylie sighed, clamouring into the passenger seat. With Rylie having barley closed the door, Mac threw the vehicle into gear, speeding out onto the slick roads with the earpiercing screech of tires.
"Mac, slow down." Rylie continuing to try to talk some sense into the other female. Either not hearing, or choosing not to, teh unreasonable femora turned the car onto the deserted highway.
The next fleeting moments were etched firmly in Rylie's mind. The truck hit black ice, spinning out of control. Rylie screamed, objects located outside the vehicle, whirling past in a blur. This was not the reason for the female's terror. Even when the truck flew from the asphalt, and went into a deadly roll, did Rylie scream out of terror due to the situation.
The cause of her cries, was her counterpart's eerie silence. When the truck finally creased to move, did MacKenzie make any sound. That sound, the barely audible words, where more like a vow, a whispered promise. The last thing, Rylie remembered, she saw, was MacKenzie's face, deathly pale, splattered with sticky crinson, grav orbs eerily discoloured and vacant, distant.
The place of the accidnet, was like deja vu for the Kordell family. The location was the exact place where Kenzie's mother and father had been killed just years before, to the day.
Rylie was shaken from those terrible memories, by the faint knowledge that someone was speaking to her. "Ms McKale?" The nurse inquired softly, awaiting Rylie's reply. She only turned her eyes to the other being, speech impossible. Her tongue felt as heavy as lead, mouth and throat parched, dry and raw.
"Miss, therea re people here to see you. Maybe I should tell them to return tomorrow.." It took all of Rylie's strengthto move her head an inch to one side. A flare of pain shot thorugh the female's entire being, warning her against further movement. Slowly mouthing the reply of 'no.', Rylie watched the woman nod, and exit the room
MacKenzie growled again, aready another tactic springing to mind. "She's my sister, isn't it hospital policy to alow the next of kin to see her?" The nurse shook her head, before replying. "I'm sorry, but th eonly person that we'd allow see her right now, is her husband. We're not even allowing her husband to see her. Doctor's order-"
"Fuck doctor's orders! Jus' lemme see Rylie for fuck's sake, before I bash your fucking skull in!" Mac cut the woman off with yet another tirade. Josh shook his head, firmly placing a hand on her shoulder, steering the irate female away from anyone assosiated with the hospital.
"Forgive my wife, she's under a lot of stress right now." Josh offered to the nurse, hand clamped over Mac's mouth to stiffle her angered comments. "Just shut up and walk." He hissed in her ear, manuvering her towards the waiting room, and some where he could tie her up.
~oOo~
"You have fingers? When the fuck did this happen ass clown?" Rylie inquried sarcasticly, annoyed hazel gaze directed at the doctor. THe instant she had seen him, she knew it was like being 16 all over again. Rylie slipped into a deep revie, all consciousness of her current world fading, falling away.
MacKenzsie, having just turned 16, had gotten a car from her grandparents. Rylie and a few of her friends held a party. Rys boyfriend, at the time, and a group of his friends, brought mass amounts of alcohol.
Everyone was wasted by 11, and around 1am, the party despirsed. The reason, MacKenzie had caught her own boyfriend making out with some girl. Being highly emotional, any rational thought fled the female's mind.
"Mac, you're too drunk to drive safely." Rylie pleaded, her own anger boiling over. MacKenzie had ignored her, simply climbing behind the wheel of the toyota 4runner. Rylie sighed, clamouring into the passenger seat. With Rylie having barley closed the door, Mac threw the vehicle into gear, speeding out onto the slick roads with the earpiercing screech of tires.
"Mac, slow down." Rylie continuing to try to talk some sense into the other female. Either not hearing, or choosing not to, teh unreasonable femora turned the car onto the deserted highway.
The next fleeting moments were etched firmly in Rylie's mind. The truck hit black ice, spinning out of control. Rylie screamed, objects located outside the vehicle, whirling past in a blur. This was not the reason for the female's terror. Even when the truck flew from the asphalt, and went into a deadly roll, did Rylie scream out of terror due to the situation.
The cause of her cries, was her counterpart's eerie silence. When the truck finally creased to move, did MacKenzie make any sound. That sound, the barely audible words, where more like a vow, a whispered promise. The last thing, Rylie remembered, she saw, was MacKenzie's face, deathly pale, splattered with sticky crinson, grav orbs eerily discoloured and vacant, distant.
The place of the accidnet, was like deja vu for the Kordell family. The location was the exact place where Kenzie's mother and father had been killed just years before, to the day.
Rylie was shaken from those terrible memories, by the faint knowledge that someone was speaking to her. "Ms McKale?" The nurse inquired softly, awaiting Rylie's reply. She only turned her eyes to the other being, speech impossible. Her tongue felt as heavy as lead, mouth and throat parched, dry and raw.
"Miss, therea re people here to see you. Maybe I should tell them to return tomorrow.." It took all of Rylie's strengthto move her head an inch to one side. A flare of pain shot thorugh the female's entire being, warning her against further movement. Slowly mouthing the reply of 'no.', Rylie watched the woman nod, and exit the room