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AN: Here's chapter 16! Enjoy and please leave us review!
Quiet Evil Chapter 16 By Andrea McPherren and Tanya DePass Lilacmoon83yahoo.com and Direwolf1211attbi.com
Kim was silent all the way to the hospital. She feared the worst as they approached the emergency room entrance. Kim's mother respected her daughter's need for distance until they knew the outcome of the horrible events that night. Kim entered to find everyone else there, as they waited for news.
Hank Cranston was on the floor of the ER waiting room, as he silently prayed and hoped Billy would pull through. 'Please, I don't ask for much--- but you took my wife, at least let my son live' Hank repeated over and over in his head while others let their prayers be heard nearby. Rocky muttered a prayer in Spanglish as he kept watch on the doors to the ER.
Granted he and Billy had problems in the past, they were friends once more-- -and no one deserved to die like that. As he prayed, he let his mind drift to Tommy and what might have happened once Billy was brought to the ER. Jason, Adam, and Aisha sat dejectedly in the uncomfortable chairs waiting for news. None of them could muster the strength to go to Hank even as he needed comfort from his son's friends.
Unable to stand Hank's forlorn expression any longer, Kim went to Hank and hugged him fiercely, her strength surprising the elder Cranston. He looked up and smiled at her in thanks.
"Thank you Kim. I hope that you'll be able to tell him that you were here for him during this crisis." Hank's tone caught Kim's attention. He spoke as if it were a given that Billy wasn't going to pull through.
"Don't talk like that. He's a survivor...he'll make it. I feel it in my heart that he will." Kim gave Hank another brief, hard hug and then slid into a nearby chair. Ms. Hart went to Hank and slid down next to him. She felt as if she were partially to blame in this. Some part of her didn't fully believe Kim when Kim told her that Tommy didn't take their break up well and sought revenge.
"Where am I?" Billy wondered, as he took in his surroundings. "Let's just say your in place between life and death," said a woman.
"Mom?!" Billy asked in amazement. "Yes baby, it's me," she answered.
"Am I dead?" Billy asked.
"No, but before you leave this limbo, you will make the choice between life and death," she replied.
"I remember everything that happened. I was shot by Tommy, Kimberly must be going through hell," Billy said.
"Yes, you must make the choice son. You must choose to stay here with me and rest in peace, or go back and fight. Going back will be ultimately painful," Marie Cranston warned.
Billy looked around at his surroundings, and let the peace of the place surround him. He wanted to stay there, but he knew he couldn't leave his father or Kim alone. Some small part of him told him that it would kill his father to lose his son, the only reminder he had of his loving wife. Billy took one last look around before he focused on his mother again.
"This place is so peaceful and staying with you mom would be great; but I have to go back. I love Kimberly and she needs me, as well as dad." Billy said.
"Then go back to them son! It's not your time yet," she replied.
"I love you mom," Billy said. "I love you too my son," she replied, as she kissed his forehead and everything went blank.
Tommy smiled darkly as he sat in the cell. Detective Scott walked in; as he looked at Tommy he found a self satisfied smirk on the boy's face. "You might want to wipe that smirk off your face son. Billy made it through surgery and they're just waiting for him to come around now." Detective Scott informed him with a wide grin on his face. He was sickened by the thought that Tommy had gone so far off the deep end when he and Kim broke up.
Even though he was used to cases of ex-boyfriends going to far it didn't make it any easier to take, especially when it was one of his son's best friends. "Doesn't matter, I'll get him again," Tommy threatened as he leaned back on the cot in his cell and gave Joe a searing look.
"No Thomas, you're going to be spending the rest of your teenage years in a juvenile hall," Detective Scott answered. Tommy just stared at him darkly, knowing that nothing could keep him; the dark Falcon ranger, confined for very long.
"Your hearing to set a trial date is tomorrow, so get some sleep," the officer ordered, as he left. Jason's father left the station and headed for the hospital. Although he needed to question Kimberly, he needed to be there for Hank as a friend and not as an officer of the law.
The nurse monitored Billy carefully; he had come out of a rough surgery only hours ago. As she checked his chart and made a notation, she heard Billy as he moaned softly and began to come around. In her surprise she gasped and almost dropped the chart. She poked her head out of the door and spotted the surgeon who had worked on Billy.
"Doctor! He's waking up!" the nurse called. The surgeon ran into the room to check on his patient and to make sure he was coherent. He knew how close he had come to losing the young man, so close he didn't want to think about it. He sat back a little as Billy's eyes fluttered open and shut once the glare of the fluorescent lights hit him.
"Welcome back Mr. Cranston. We were worried about you." Billy cracked an eye open and muttered "lights---too bright." around the tube they had in his mouth. He promptly closed his eyes again, and tried to turn from the source of the brightness.
That wasn't the best idea since he had been shot in the abdomen. The doctor motioned for the lights to be dimmed and them gently took the tube out of Billy's mouth so he could breathe a little easier.
"There, I'm sure you're glad to get that out of your way. We've turned the lights down now William, you can open your eyes if you want to."
Billy opened his eyes slowly to find the room dimmed and the damn tube had been removed. He took a deep breath once he realized that he was still alive, albeit it in pain.
"Doc, it still hurts, how badly am I injured?" Billy said as he tried to sit forward. He hated being incapacitated and waking up disoriented in a hospital counted as being out of commission. The doctor negated his attempts by gently pushing him back to the bed.
"You're not ready to be mobile William. You're still in pain because the anesthetic from surgery has worn off and your body is trying to get its healing process started. You should be in better condition soon. Now I have a couple questions to see how cognizant you are."
Billy smiled to himself. Too bad this guy doesn't realize my Ranger Healing factor has already kicked in. Billy almost giggled as he thought of the term that Kim had given whatever it was that allowed them to heal faster than normal humans. He sobered up and looked at the doctor.
"Yes doctor?" The surgeon quirked an eyebrow up at his behavior, but chalked it up to post-surgery relief at finding your self alive and well after getting your guts pierced by hot lead and a jealous ex-boyfriend.
"Ahem, yes. What is your full name?"
"William Jason Cranston."
"What is your Intelligence Quotient score?" Billy smiled inwardly. He now enjoyed the disbelief and shock on people's faces when he told them his IQ. The fact that he had an IQ that started with 2 enabled him to see what people really thought when he told them. "Two hundred forty five Doctor Greene."
There was a pause as Dr. Greene looked at William in shock, actually unable to tell if the boy was being honest or if he was still out of it from his injuries. The shy smile that Billy gave him did nothing to indicate if he was serious or pulling the good doctor's leg.
"You said 245? Get out of here, why aren't you in the Guinness book of records or something?"
Billy smiled again, as he looked at the doctor quite seriously before he answered. "Doctor, I do have an IQ of 245, secondly I am a member of MENSA as well as having been mentioned in the Guinness book. If I had my wallet I could show you my membership card. It's ok, I'm used to people thinking I'm not being 100% honest when I do tell them my IQ."
Doctor Greene smiled sheepishly before he continued. "I'm in awe William; I don't think I've ever heard of an IQ over 195. That's amazing, sorry I doubted you." He made a mental note to apologize formally before he went on with his questioning.
"What is your address?"
"1256 Phoenix Avenue Angel Grove, California." Billy answered as he wondered about his dad and Kim. If they knew he was ok. He snapped his attention back as the doctor continued to query him.
"What is your astrological sign?" "Aries, with a hint of Taurus." Billy smiled as he answered with as close to a straight face as possible. He wanted to see his father, Kim and his friends. He knew the doctor had a job to do but he was anxious.
"Funny young man, very funny. I think you've had enough of the third degree from me. Your family and friends can see you for a little while. Then you need your rest, understand?" Billy smiled, but it never reached his eyes. He was all business as he stared down the doctor.
"Yes sir, thank you for saving me in surgery. I know how close it was, since I saw my mother while I was "out". She passed away several years ago. Thank you for bringing me back." Billy said as he gripped the sheet a little tighter.
The gravity of the situation sunk in as he realized how lucky he was to be alive. The doctor swallowed, his throat suddenly tight with emotion. "You're welcome. I had the feeling there were too many people who would lynch me if you didn't pull through. I'm glad your still here too, it was close William to be honest, way too close for my comfort." The doctor said as he moved to open the door. "I'll get your friends. Relax, and don't move around much. I still need to come back and check you out. I'll be back after you have a chance to visit with them."
The doctor went out to the waiting room and called out for Hank.
"Mr. Cranston?" Hank jumped up and went to the doctor. He had been waiting so long he started to think the worst.
"Yes, is he ok? Please, let him be ok." Hank asked as he realized he was almost hopping up and down. The smile the doctor gave him was all the answer he needed. Hank whooped and hugged Ms. Hart since she was the nearest person to him. She giggled like a little school girl and then gently tapped Hank since he was drawing attention to the group.
"Hank, please put me down. The kids will think you lost your mind." Sheila Hart said as Hank put her down and blushed furiously. He gave her a brilliant smile as he apologized for his unseemly behavior.
"Sorry Sheila, I got carried away in my excitement." Hank straightened himself out and looked at the doctor who struggled to contain his laughter. He was glad that he could walk out and give Hank such good news.
"Ahem, now Mr. Cranston if you'll come with me. The rest of you will have your turn, he's anxious to see all of you." Dr. Greene fought to contain his exuberance. Hank's reaction was contagious and he allowed himself a smile as they entered the room to find Billy trying to find something on late night television.
He looked up at the sound of the door opening. "Daddy!" Billy broke into a wide grin and allowed himself to melt into his father's embrace. He hadn't called him daddy in years, but it seemed---right after nearly dying.
When Hank pulled back a little, he noticed his son was crying. As Hank pulled up a chair, he saw the doctor slip out to allow them their privacy. Hank wiped away the tears as he held Billy's hand.
AN: Here's chapter 16! Enjoy and please leave us review!
Quiet Evil Chapter 16 By Andrea McPherren and Tanya DePass Lilacmoon83yahoo.com and Direwolf1211attbi.com
Kim was silent all the way to the hospital. She feared the worst as they approached the emergency room entrance. Kim's mother respected her daughter's need for distance until they knew the outcome of the horrible events that night. Kim entered to find everyone else there, as they waited for news.
Hank Cranston was on the floor of the ER waiting room, as he silently prayed and hoped Billy would pull through. 'Please, I don't ask for much--- but you took my wife, at least let my son live' Hank repeated over and over in his head while others let their prayers be heard nearby. Rocky muttered a prayer in Spanglish as he kept watch on the doors to the ER.
Granted he and Billy had problems in the past, they were friends once more-- -and no one deserved to die like that. As he prayed, he let his mind drift to Tommy and what might have happened once Billy was brought to the ER. Jason, Adam, and Aisha sat dejectedly in the uncomfortable chairs waiting for news. None of them could muster the strength to go to Hank even as he needed comfort from his son's friends.
Unable to stand Hank's forlorn expression any longer, Kim went to Hank and hugged him fiercely, her strength surprising the elder Cranston. He looked up and smiled at her in thanks.
"Thank you Kim. I hope that you'll be able to tell him that you were here for him during this crisis." Hank's tone caught Kim's attention. He spoke as if it were a given that Billy wasn't going to pull through.
"Don't talk like that. He's a survivor...he'll make it. I feel it in my heart that he will." Kim gave Hank another brief, hard hug and then slid into a nearby chair. Ms. Hart went to Hank and slid down next to him. She felt as if she were partially to blame in this. Some part of her didn't fully believe Kim when Kim told her that Tommy didn't take their break up well and sought revenge.
"Where am I?" Billy wondered, as he took in his surroundings. "Let's just say your in place between life and death," said a woman.
"Mom?!" Billy asked in amazement. "Yes baby, it's me," she answered.
"Am I dead?" Billy asked.
"No, but before you leave this limbo, you will make the choice between life and death," she replied.
"I remember everything that happened. I was shot by Tommy, Kimberly must be going through hell," Billy said.
"Yes, you must make the choice son. You must choose to stay here with me and rest in peace, or go back and fight. Going back will be ultimately painful," Marie Cranston warned.
Billy looked around at his surroundings, and let the peace of the place surround him. He wanted to stay there, but he knew he couldn't leave his father or Kim alone. Some small part of him told him that it would kill his father to lose his son, the only reminder he had of his loving wife. Billy took one last look around before he focused on his mother again.
"This place is so peaceful and staying with you mom would be great; but I have to go back. I love Kimberly and she needs me, as well as dad." Billy said.
"Then go back to them son! It's not your time yet," she replied.
"I love you mom," Billy said. "I love you too my son," she replied, as she kissed his forehead and everything went blank.
Tommy smiled darkly as he sat in the cell. Detective Scott walked in; as he looked at Tommy he found a self satisfied smirk on the boy's face. "You might want to wipe that smirk off your face son. Billy made it through surgery and they're just waiting for him to come around now." Detective Scott informed him with a wide grin on his face. He was sickened by the thought that Tommy had gone so far off the deep end when he and Kim broke up.
Even though he was used to cases of ex-boyfriends going to far it didn't make it any easier to take, especially when it was one of his son's best friends. "Doesn't matter, I'll get him again," Tommy threatened as he leaned back on the cot in his cell and gave Joe a searing look.
"No Thomas, you're going to be spending the rest of your teenage years in a juvenile hall," Detective Scott answered. Tommy just stared at him darkly, knowing that nothing could keep him; the dark Falcon ranger, confined for very long.
"Your hearing to set a trial date is tomorrow, so get some sleep," the officer ordered, as he left. Jason's father left the station and headed for the hospital. Although he needed to question Kimberly, he needed to be there for Hank as a friend and not as an officer of the law.
The nurse monitored Billy carefully; he had come out of a rough surgery only hours ago. As she checked his chart and made a notation, she heard Billy as he moaned softly and began to come around. In her surprise she gasped and almost dropped the chart. She poked her head out of the door and spotted the surgeon who had worked on Billy.
"Doctor! He's waking up!" the nurse called. The surgeon ran into the room to check on his patient and to make sure he was coherent. He knew how close he had come to losing the young man, so close he didn't want to think about it. He sat back a little as Billy's eyes fluttered open and shut once the glare of the fluorescent lights hit him.
"Welcome back Mr. Cranston. We were worried about you." Billy cracked an eye open and muttered "lights---too bright." around the tube they had in his mouth. He promptly closed his eyes again, and tried to turn from the source of the brightness.
That wasn't the best idea since he had been shot in the abdomen. The doctor motioned for the lights to be dimmed and them gently took the tube out of Billy's mouth so he could breathe a little easier.
"There, I'm sure you're glad to get that out of your way. We've turned the lights down now William, you can open your eyes if you want to."
Billy opened his eyes slowly to find the room dimmed and the damn tube had been removed. He took a deep breath once he realized that he was still alive, albeit it in pain.
"Doc, it still hurts, how badly am I injured?" Billy said as he tried to sit forward. He hated being incapacitated and waking up disoriented in a hospital counted as being out of commission. The doctor negated his attempts by gently pushing him back to the bed.
"You're not ready to be mobile William. You're still in pain because the anesthetic from surgery has worn off and your body is trying to get its healing process started. You should be in better condition soon. Now I have a couple questions to see how cognizant you are."
Billy smiled to himself. Too bad this guy doesn't realize my Ranger Healing factor has already kicked in. Billy almost giggled as he thought of the term that Kim had given whatever it was that allowed them to heal faster than normal humans. He sobered up and looked at the doctor.
"Yes doctor?" The surgeon quirked an eyebrow up at his behavior, but chalked it up to post-surgery relief at finding your self alive and well after getting your guts pierced by hot lead and a jealous ex-boyfriend.
"Ahem, yes. What is your full name?"
"William Jason Cranston."
"What is your Intelligence Quotient score?" Billy smiled inwardly. He now enjoyed the disbelief and shock on people's faces when he told them his IQ. The fact that he had an IQ that started with 2 enabled him to see what people really thought when he told them. "Two hundred forty five Doctor Greene."
There was a pause as Dr. Greene looked at William in shock, actually unable to tell if the boy was being honest or if he was still out of it from his injuries. The shy smile that Billy gave him did nothing to indicate if he was serious or pulling the good doctor's leg.
"You said 245? Get out of here, why aren't you in the Guinness book of records or something?"
Billy smiled again, as he looked at the doctor quite seriously before he answered. "Doctor, I do have an IQ of 245, secondly I am a member of MENSA as well as having been mentioned in the Guinness book. If I had my wallet I could show you my membership card. It's ok, I'm used to people thinking I'm not being 100% honest when I do tell them my IQ."
Doctor Greene smiled sheepishly before he continued. "I'm in awe William; I don't think I've ever heard of an IQ over 195. That's amazing, sorry I doubted you." He made a mental note to apologize formally before he went on with his questioning.
"What is your address?"
"1256 Phoenix Avenue Angel Grove, California." Billy answered as he wondered about his dad and Kim. If they knew he was ok. He snapped his attention back as the doctor continued to query him.
"What is your astrological sign?" "Aries, with a hint of Taurus." Billy smiled as he answered with as close to a straight face as possible. He wanted to see his father, Kim and his friends. He knew the doctor had a job to do but he was anxious.
"Funny young man, very funny. I think you've had enough of the third degree from me. Your family and friends can see you for a little while. Then you need your rest, understand?" Billy smiled, but it never reached his eyes. He was all business as he stared down the doctor.
"Yes sir, thank you for saving me in surgery. I know how close it was, since I saw my mother while I was "out". She passed away several years ago. Thank you for bringing me back." Billy said as he gripped the sheet a little tighter.
The gravity of the situation sunk in as he realized how lucky he was to be alive. The doctor swallowed, his throat suddenly tight with emotion. "You're welcome. I had the feeling there were too many people who would lynch me if you didn't pull through. I'm glad your still here too, it was close William to be honest, way too close for my comfort." The doctor said as he moved to open the door. "I'll get your friends. Relax, and don't move around much. I still need to come back and check you out. I'll be back after you have a chance to visit with them."
The doctor went out to the waiting room and called out for Hank.
"Mr. Cranston?" Hank jumped up and went to the doctor. He had been waiting so long he started to think the worst.
"Yes, is he ok? Please, let him be ok." Hank asked as he realized he was almost hopping up and down. The smile the doctor gave him was all the answer he needed. Hank whooped and hugged Ms. Hart since she was the nearest person to him. She giggled like a little school girl and then gently tapped Hank since he was drawing attention to the group.
"Hank, please put me down. The kids will think you lost your mind." Sheila Hart said as Hank put her down and blushed furiously. He gave her a brilliant smile as he apologized for his unseemly behavior.
"Sorry Sheila, I got carried away in my excitement." Hank straightened himself out and looked at the doctor who struggled to contain his laughter. He was glad that he could walk out and give Hank such good news.
"Ahem, now Mr. Cranston if you'll come with me. The rest of you will have your turn, he's anxious to see all of you." Dr. Greene fought to contain his exuberance. Hank's reaction was contagious and he allowed himself a smile as they entered the room to find Billy trying to find something on late night television.
He looked up at the sound of the door opening. "Daddy!" Billy broke into a wide grin and allowed himself to melt into his father's embrace. He hadn't called him daddy in years, but it seemed---right after nearly dying.
When Hank pulled back a little, he noticed his son was crying. As Hank pulled up a chair, he saw the doctor slip out to allow them their privacy. Hank wiped away the tears as he held Billy's hand.
