*Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Everwood, sadly. They are all the WB's. Though owning Gregory Smith would be so cool…*
Ephram furiously chews at his thumb nail, while repeatedly running his hand through his hair. Amy almost smiles to herself, casting a sideways glance at him. He looks around and wonders why they bother to have magazines in the ICU waiting room. Everyone is always too nervous to read one anyway. The clock ticks away more seconds of agony, leaving everyone in the room with the desire to smash the stupid thing. Amy drums her unpolished fingernails on the table next to the outdated, uncomfortable couch she's sitting on.
Dr. Brown enters the waiting room. Hands deep in the pockets of his stained white lab coat, he opens his mouth to speak. Amy rises to her feet, not able to sit when the fate of her boyfriend is about to be revealed. She tried to think about the advice everyone had given her, ever since the original accident. Think positive. Tell yourself everything is going to be ok. What a load of crap, she think to herself. Before Dr. Brown says a word, the last few hours flash before her eyes.
"Hey Colin," she says, a weak smile adorning her face. She'd come to visit him, again.
"Hi." He still fails to remember who she is, but grins. He sits up in his hospital bed, the sheet rumpled.
"How's it been going? Are you doing OK? Do you need anything?" Amy says rapidly.
"I'm fine. I think I may be able to come home soon."
"That's great! Everyone really misses you. Especially me." She looks down, as her voice decreased in volume. Colin closes his eyes. "Oh I guess your tired. I mean, I understand! I'll come back later. Um, see you!" As Amy gets up to leave, disappointed, she looks at Colin's monitor. His pulse line is flat.
"Oh my-- help! Help!" Amy screams, tears streaming down her face. A nurse hear her, and rushes into the room.
"What hap--" The nurse is interrupted by Amy's frantic pointing in the direction of the monitor. She covers her mouth with her hand as she's pushed out of the room.
"You can't be in here!" yells a doctor, as he tells a nurse to escort her to the waiting room. She sees the Harts, looking very shocked and confused. She runs toward the pay phone, jams a quarter into the slot, and dials the number, shaking.
For the last several hours, Dr. Brown had been performing what they hoped would be another miracle, on Colin. Amy is jolted back to the present, and slowly inhales.
"I'm, I'm so sorry…" Dr. Brown is on the verge of tears. Mrs. Hart collapses into Mr. Hart's arms. Amy sits back down on the couch. Bright puts his strong hand on her shoulder and tries to tell her that everything will be fine. She recoils and yells.
"No! I want Ephram, Ephram…" She now sounds delirious. Choking sobs escape from her mouth, and Ephram quickly joins Amy on the couch. He rubs her back soothingly, not knowing how to comfort her. No one could comfort him when his mom died.
"Tell me everything is going to be ok, tell me everything is going to be ok.." Amy repeats. Her face is fiery and red, wet from her pain.
"I-I.."
"Ephram! Tell me everything's going to be ok..everything has to be ok…everything has to.." She buries her head into his black shirt, violently shaking.
"Everything is going to be ok, I'll make it ok, I promise," Ephram whispers into her ear. She falls asleep crying into his shoulder. Ephram nodded off, thinking about how he was going to make this ok. But he had faith, because he had Amy. After all, she always made things alright for him.
{Argh, I know it sucks. I just couldn't figure out how I wanted it to go. The next chapter will be better *hopefully*. Keep your finger crossed!}