AN: Hey guys thanks so much for the blessings and the reviews. My sisters
doing GREAT!! She's in a lot of pain, but they're making her walk to get
her using her new lungs. Anywho here's the next part.
Richie was pacing back and forth in the waiting room. Joe was sitting in one of those green plastic uncomfortable chairs watching him. They had arrived at the hospital and a group of ER doctors and nurses quickly took Dri out of their arms and behind closed doors. A nurse had asked them to take a seat in the waiting room and assured them that she would call them as soon as she knew anything.
Richie wanted to stay with Dri of course, but Joe gently pulled him away. They hadn't said much to each other. In fact they hadn't said a word since they sat down, or atleast Joe sat down in waiting room twenty minutes ago.
"Richie sit down. You're going to wear a hole in the carpet." He finally chided.
"I can't just sit down, Joe!" He half yelled stopping in front of the watcher and throwing his arms out. "I should have brought her here to begin with. Then we wouldn't be in this mess!"
Joe sighed. "It's not your fault kid. She told you she was feeling better. Mac probably would have done the same thing."
Richie's eyes widened. "Oh My god Mac! I've got to call him," He exclaimed taking off towards the phones.
"Richie you can use my cell phone." Joe replied calmly.
The younger man turned on his heels and looked at Joe. His cheeks were a light shade of crimson.
"Oh yeah," He replied sheepishly. "I forgot you had one."
He walked back over and took the cell phone from the older man and dialed the number Mac had given him. It rang two times before the Highlander answered.
"Mac!"
"Richie what's wrong?" Duncan asked immediately concerned.
"It's Dri," he replied frantically. "She like collapsed or something. Not passed out, but her stomach was hurting her so bad she fell to the floor and her back was covered in sweat, so Joe and I rushed her to the hospital and."
"Richie, take a deep breath and calm down," Mac waited until he heard him take a breath. "All right now. You're at the hospital?"
"Yes, in the waiting room with Joe."
"Has a doctor come to talk to you?"
"No and we've been here for atleast twenty minutes!" Richie cried out.
"It's all right. Hospitals usually take a while," Mac replied, although he didn't like it either. He was extremely worried but he didn't want to let Richie know that. The kid was worried enough as it was.
"I'm sorry Mac. I should have brought her sooner. This is all my fault," He told him dryly.
Joe just shook his head when he heard the kid say it.
"Richie it's not your fault. You didn't know this was going to happen." He sighed. "You said Joe was there right?"
"Yeah."
"Let me talk to him for a minute."
"Sure Mac, hold on."
He turned to Joe with a grim expression and handed him the phone. "He wants to talk to you."
"Hey Mac," Joe said when he put the phone to his ear.
"Okay Joe, I would like the version from a non hysteric person."
Joe sat back in his chair. "Neither you or Richie could have known. I think Dri had appendicitis."
"So then why is it taking so long? Shouldn't the doctors have come back to have the forms signed to operate?"
"Well that all depends."
Richie was watching Joe's half of the conversation very inently.
"Depends on what Joe," Duncan asked seriously.
The watcher sighed. "They might not be able to operate if her appendix has already burst." He met Richie's eyes when he said it and saw the worry in them.
"If that happens the infection will spread through out her body right?"
"Right."
"I'm going to catch the first flight back," Mac said suddenly.
"There's no point MacLeod. By the time you get here the emergency will be over anyways." He told him sternly. "Go to your friends funeral. Dri will be here when you get back."
The Highlander heaved a sigh. "You're sure she'll be all right?"
"One way or another she'll be all right MacLeod. She won't die from this. Modern medicine is a wonderful thing."
"All right, but I'll be on the first flight after the funeral." He replied with determination.
"Sure thing Mac. We'll see you in a day or so."
"Oh and Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure Richie knows this isn't his fault. The kid has a tendency to blame things on himself."
"You got it MacLeod."
The two men hung up and Joe turned to face Richie, who was pale in the face.
"You weren't just saying that to get him to stay in Paris were you?" Richie asked frantically. "She will be all right won't she?"
Joe nodded. "Yes Richie she'll be all right. Don't worry. I meant what I said. Modern medicine is a wonderful thing."
Richie let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and took another just as quickly when he saw the doctor walk up to them.
TBC~~Okay I know this one's short, but I do have a method to my madness ~~Evil Grin~~
Richie was pacing back and forth in the waiting room. Joe was sitting in one of those green plastic uncomfortable chairs watching him. They had arrived at the hospital and a group of ER doctors and nurses quickly took Dri out of their arms and behind closed doors. A nurse had asked them to take a seat in the waiting room and assured them that she would call them as soon as she knew anything.
Richie wanted to stay with Dri of course, but Joe gently pulled him away. They hadn't said much to each other. In fact they hadn't said a word since they sat down, or atleast Joe sat down in waiting room twenty minutes ago.
"Richie sit down. You're going to wear a hole in the carpet." He finally chided.
"I can't just sit down, Joe!" He half yelled stopping in front of the watcher and throwing his arms out. "I should have brought her here to begin with. Then we wouldn't be in this mess!"
Joe sighed. "It's not your fault kid. She told you she was feeling better. Mac probably would have done the same thing."
Richie's eyes widened. "Oh My god Mac! I've got to call him," He exclaimed taking off towards the phones.
"Richie you can use my cell phone." Joe replied calmly.
The younger man turned on his heels and looked at Joe. His cheeks were a light shade of crimson.
"Oh yeah," He replied sheepishly. "I forgot you had one."
He walked back over and took the cell phone from the older man and dialed the number Mac had given him. It rang two times before the Highlander answered.
"Mac!"
"Richie what's wrong?" Duncan asked immediately concerned.
"It's Dri," he replied frantically. "She like collapsed or something. Not passed out, but her stomach was hurting her so bad she fell to the floor and her back was covered in sweat, so Joe and I rushed her to the hospital and."
"Richie, take a deep breath and calm down," Mac waited until he heard him take a breath. "All right now. You're at the hospital?"
"Yes, in the waiting room with Joe."
"Has a doctor come to talk to you?"
"No and we've been here for atleast twenty minutes!" Richie cried out.
"It's all right. Hospitals usually take a while," Mac replied, although he didn't like it either. He was extremely worried but he didn't want to let Richie know that. The kid was worried enough as it was.
"I'm sorry Mac. I should have brought her sooner. This is all my fault," He told him dryly.
Joe just shook his head when he heard the kid say it.
"Richie it's not your fault. You didn't know this was going to happen." He sighed. "You said Joe was there right?"
"Yeah."
"Let me talk to him for a minute."
"Sure Mac, hold on."
He turned to Joe with a grim expression and handed him the phone. "He wants to talk to you."
"Hey Mac," Joe said when he put the phone to his ear.
"Okay Joe, I would like the version from a non hysteric person."
Joe sat back in his chair. "Neither you or Richie could have known. I think Dri had appendicitis."
"So then why is it taking so long? Shouldn't the doctors have come back to have the forms signed to operate?"
"Well that all depends."
Richie was watching Joe's half of the conversation very inently.
"Depends on what Joe," Duncan asked seriously.
The watcher sighed. "They might not be able to operate if her appendix has already burst." He met Richie's eyes when he said it and saw the worry in them.
"If that happens the infection will spread through out her body right?"
"Right."
"I'm going to catch the first flight back," Mac said suddenly.
"There's no point MacLeod. By the time you get here the emergency will be over anyways." He told him sternly. "Go to your friends funeral. Dri will be here when you get back."
The Highlander heaved a sigh. "You're sure she'll be all right?"
"One way or another she'll be all right MacLeod. She won't die from this. Modern medicine is a wonderful thing."
"All right, but I'll be on the first flight after the funeral." He replied with determination.
"Sure thing Mac. We'll see you in a day or so."
"Oh and Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure Richie knows this isn't his fault. The kid has a tendency to blame things on himself."
"You got it MacLeod."
The two men hung up and Joe turned to face Richie, who was pale in the face.
"You weren't just saying that to get him to stay in Paris were you?" Richie asked frantically. "She will be all right won't she?"
Joe nodded. "Yes Richie she'll be all right. Don't worry. I meant what I said. Modern medicine is a wonderful thing."
Richie let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and took another just as quickly when he saw the doctor walk up to them.
TBC~~Okay I know this one's short, but I do have a method to my madness ~~Evil Grin~~
