DESPERATION
Dr. Adams made his way to the lobby. "Hello, everyone, I'm Dr. Adams, I'll be taking over Fox's care from here on out."
"What happened to Dr. Martin?" Chad asked.
"Family emergency." He cleared his throat. "We are getting ready to take Fox back to surgery, I wanted to allow each of you a moment to see him."
Chad spoke up. "Ethan, you and Teresa go on. Give Fox our best." Ethan and Teresa nodded.
As they walked back to the room, "Ethan, Teresa, I want you both to know that Fox is in the best of hands. The surgeons here at L.A. County are some of the best in the region." They stood outside Fox's door. "He's sedated, so he won't be able to respond, but he should be able to hear you."
"Teresa, I'll go in first, I know how important it is for you to be the last one to see him."
"Thank you, Ethan."
Ethan entered the room and walked over to Fox's bedside. He looked down at Fox. He pulled up the chair beside the bed and sit down. "Fox, poor pitiful, Fox. You never thought I had it in me, did you? You were wrong! Bad wrong. Teresa is mine. She was always mine. Now after you're gone nothing will stand in my way of having her. I tried doing the right thing and look where it got me! In a loveless marriage with a woman I can't stand the sight of. Well, no more, damn it!" He grabbed Fox's hand. "Good-bye, Fox Crane. May the world be a better place without you." Fox's grip tightened on Ethan's hand. Ethan tore his hand out of Fox's grip. Ethan stood staring down at him. Fox had to die now more than ever.
Ethan walked out of Fox's room, "Teresa, you can go on in now."
Teresa made her way into Fox's room. She was truly taken back by the site of him lying in that bed. Surrounded by monitors and pumps. She walked over and took his hand in hers. He was so cold, so pale. This wasn't the Fox she wanted to remember. She brought his hand up to her mouth and gently kissed his hand. "Oh, Fox, how did it ever come to this? I know you're going to pull through, Fox. You won't give up on our love. I know you won't."
A tear slid down Fox's cheek. "Fox, can you hear me?" Fox squeezed her hand. "Fox, you have to make it through this? Do you hear me? We have a wedding to plan, babies to have, a life to share together. You can't leave me now. Not after tonight. I can't loose you! You fight Fox. Do you hear me? You fight with everything you have in you." He squeezed her hand again.
Dr. Adams stuck his head in the room, "Teresa, the OR team is ready for Fox."
"I'll be just another second." Dr. Adams nodded and stepped back out of the room. It was the least he could do given the fact that this was the last time she would see her previous fiancee' alive. Teresa stood up beside Fox's bed and leaned down to kiss his lips. "Fox, I have to go now. You be strong. Remember, I'll be waiting for you when you wake up." Teresa turned to walk away, but Fox wouldn't let her hand go. This was breaking her heart. He was trying to tell her something, but what? "Fox, what's wrong? Are you trying to tell me something?" He squeezed her hand firmly. "What, Fox? What do you want to tell me?" Then it dawned on her, "Do you know who did this to you, Fox? Squeeze my hand if you do." Fox squeezed her hand firmly.
"Teresa, we have to take him now." Dr. Adams rushed in.
"No, just one more second." Teresa begged. "He's trying to tell me something."
"Teresa, he's sedated. There's no way he could possibly be trying to tell you anything."
"But he's squeezing my hand!" She yelled.
"Just muscles spasms from the medication, Teresa. We have to take him now. The OR is waiting." He pushed past her and the OR team came into Fox's room..
"No, please, just give me five more minutes. Please!" She continued to beg.
Ethan came rushing in, "What's going on?"
"It's Fox, Ethan, he's trying to tell me something, but they refuse to let me stay with him five more minutes."
"Teresa, Fox, is in critical condition, every second counts. We have no choice, we have to take him to the operating room now." They wheeled Fox out of sight.
"Damn it, Ethan, he was trying to tell me something. Fox knew who did this to him. Don't you understand? Please, Ethan, you have to help me. You have to convince them to give me five more minutes with him."
"Teresa, you heard what the doctor said, every second counts Come here, Teresa, let me comfort you." He tried pulling Teresa into an embrace.
"I don't give a damn about what the doctors say. I may never see Fox alive again. Don't you understand you fool? I could get the sick bastard who did this to him!" Teresa spit out, trying to force her way past Ethan.
He grabbed her by the arm, "Teresa, you don't know what you're doing. You're hysterical!"
Teresa yanked her arm free of his grasp, "Don't you ever lay another hand on me, you son of a bitch. I hate you, Ethan Winthrop. I hate you with every fiber of my being. You never accepted Fox, you never gave a damn about him. Now look at him. He may die Ethan! Don't you understand that. All he ever wanted from you was acceptance, and brother, someone to bond with and you were so freakin' selfish you couldn't give him that. You're a piece of work, Ethan, a miserable piece of work. You stay away from me, do you hear me? You don't ever look at me, don't you ever think about me, don't you ever speak my name! If you do, so help me God, I'll make your life a living hell!" Teresa stormed out of the room and ran smack into Dylan.
"Teresa, what's wrong?" Dylan asked concerned.
"Oh, God, Dylan." She buried her face into his chest. "I'm going to loose him, Dylan. I'm going to loose him forever." Teresa was balling.
Dylan stroked her hair, "Shh, Teresa, it's going to be okay. No matter what happens you'll always have me. I'll always be here for you. Do you hear me, Teresa? We'll make it through no matter what."
Ethan walked out of the room, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Fox is my friend. More than I could ever say for you." Dylan shot back.
"Looks awfully suspicious if you ask me. Why the news shouldn't have even gotten out yet." Ah-ha Ethan thought, pen it on Dylan.
"God, Ethan, you're more stupid than I thought. He's a Crane! News gets around fast. It's all over the TV. Turn it on and see for yourself. Get the hell out of here, Ethan, you're not wanted."
"I'm not going anywhere, Dylan. I have just as much right to be here as anyone." Ethan fired back.
"I may not be a Crane, Ethan, but my family is well known in this area. You have 15 minutes to leave this hospital or I'll have security escort you out."
Ethan stood there starring at Dylan. What else could he do? He was right. His family was just as well known in this area as the Crane's were and Ethan of course was no longer a Crane. He no longer had any power. "Fine! I'll leave, but I grant you this. You haven't heard the last of me, Dylan. You'd better what your back."
"Bullshit, Ethan, you don't have the balls! Now get the hell out of here!" He shot Ethan a go to hell look.
Ethan bit back his words and turned and walked away. He couldn't risk exposing too much when he was so angry.
Dr. Adams made his way to the lobby. "Hello, everyone, I'm Dr. Adams, I'll be taking over Fox's care from here on out."
"What happened to Dr. Martin?" Chad asked.
"Family emergency." He cleared his throat. "We are getting ready to take Fox back to surgery, I wanted to allow each of you a moment to see him."
Chad spoke up. "Ethan, you and Teresa go on. Give Fox our best." Ethan and Teresa nodded.
As they walked back to the room, "Ethan, Teresa, I want you both to know that Fox is in the best of hands. The surgeons here at L.A. County are some of the best in the region." They stood outside Fox's door. "He's sedated, so he won't be able to respond, but he should be able to hear you."
"Teresa, I'll go in first, I know how important it is for you to be the last one to see him."
"Thank you, Ethan."
Ethan entered the room and walked over to Fox's bedside. He looked down at Fox. He pulled up the chair beside the bed and sit down. "Fox, poor pitiful, Fox. You never thought I had it in me, did you? You were wrong! Bad wrong. Teresa is mine. She was always mine. Now after you're gone nothing will stand in my way of having her. I tried doing the right thing and look where it got me! In a loveless marriage with a woman I can't stand the sight of. Well, no more, damn it!" He grabbed Fox's hand. "Good-bye, Fox Crane. May the world be a better place without you." Fox's grip tightened on Ethan's hand. Ethan tore his hand out of Fox's grip. Ethan stood staring down at him. Fox had to die now more than ever.
Ethan walked out of Fox's room, "Teresa, you can go on in now."
Teresa made her way into Fox's room. She was truly taken back by the site of him lying in that bed. Surrounded by monitors and pumps. She walked over and took his hand in hers. He was so cold, so pale. This wasn't the Fox she wanted to remember. She brought his hand up to her mouth and gently kissed his hand. "Oh, Fox, how did it ever come to this? I know you're going to pull through, Fox. You won't give up on our love. I know you won't."
A tear slid down Fox's cheek. "Fox, can you hear me?" Fox squeezed her hand. "Fox, you have to make it through this? Do you hear me? We have a wedding to plan, babies to have, a life to share together. You can't leave me now. Not after tonight. I can't loose you! You fight Fox. Do you hear me? You fight with everything you have in you." He squeezed her hand again.
Dr. Adams stuck his head in the room, "Teresa, the OR team is ready for Fox."
"I'll be just another second." Dr. Adams nodded and stepped back out of the room. It was the least he could do given the fact that this was the last time she would see her previous fiancee' alive. Teresa stood up beside Fox's bed and leaned down to kiss his lips. "Fox, I have to go now. You be strong. Remember, I'll be waiting for you when you wake up." Teresa turned to walk away, but Fox wouldn't let her hand go. This was breaking her heart. He was trying to tell her something, but what? "Fox, what's wrong? Are you trying to tell me something?" He squeezed her hand firmly. "What, Fox? What do you want to tell me?" Then it dawned on her, "Do you know who did this to you, Fox? Squeeze my hand if you do." Fox squeezed her hand firmly.
"Teresa, we have to take him now." Dr. Adams rushed in.
"No, just one more second." Teresa begged. "He's trying to tell me something."
"Teresa, he's sedated. There's no way he could possibly be trying to tell you anything."
"But he's squeezing my hand!" She yelled.
"Just muscles spasms from the medication, Teresa. We have to take him now. The OR is waiting." He pushed past her and the OR team came into Fox's room..
"No, please, just give me five more minutes. Please!" She continued to beg.
Ethan came rushing in, "What's going on?"
"It's Fox, Ethan, he's trying to tell me something, but they refuse to let me stay with him five more minutes."
"Teresa, Fox, is in critical condition, every second counts. We have no choice, we have to take him to the operating room now." They wheeled Fox out of sight.
"Damn it, Ethan, he was trying to tell me something. Fox knew who did this to him. Don't you understand? Please, Ethan, you have to help me. You have to convince them to give me five more minutes with him."
"Teresa, you heard what the doctor said, every second counts Come here, Teresa, let me comfort you." He tried pulling Teresa into an embrace.
"I don't give a damn about what the doctors say. I may never see Fox alive again. Don't you understand you fool? I could get the sick bastard who did this to him!" Teresa spit out, trying to force her way past Ethan.
He grabbed her by the arm, "Teresa, you don't know what you're doing. You're hysterical!"
Teresa yanked her arm free of his grasp, "Don't you ever lay another hand on me, you son of a bitch. I hate you, Ethan Winthrop. I hate you with every fiber of my being. You never accepted Fox, you never gave a damn about him. Now look at him. He may die Ethan! Don't you understand that. All he ever wanted from you was acceptance, and brother, someone to bond with and you were so freakin' selfish you couldn't give him that. You're a piece of work, Ethan, a miserable piece of work. You stay away from me, do you hear me? You don't ever look at me, don't you ever think about me, don't you ever speak my name! If you do, so help me God, I'll make your life a living hell!" Teresa stormed out of the room and ran smack into Dylan.
"Teresa, what's wrong?" Dylan asked concerned.
"Oh, God, Dylan." She buried her face into his chest. "I'm going to loose him, Dylan. I'm going to loose him forever." Teresa was balling.
Dylan stroked her hair, "Shh, Teresa, it's going to be okay. No matter what happens you'll always have me. I'll always be here for you. Do you hear me, Teresa? We'll make it through no matter what."
Ethan walked out of the room, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Fox is my friend. More than I could ever say for you." Dylan shot back.
"Looks awfully suspicious if you ask me. Why the news shouldn't have even gotten out yet." Ah-ha Ethan thought, pen it on Dylan.
"God, Ethan, you're more stupid than I thought. He's a Crane! News gets around fast. It's all over the TV. Turn it on and see for yourself. Get the hell out of here, Ethan, you're not wanted."
"I'm not going anywhere, Dylan. I have just as much right to be here as anyone." Ethan fired back.
"I may not be a Crane, Ethan, but my family is well known in this area. You have 15 minutes to leave this hospital or I'll have security escort you out."
Ethan stood there starring at Dylan. What else could he do? He was right. His family was just as well known in this area as the Crane's were and Ethan of course was no longer a Crane. He no longer had any power. "Fine! I'll leave, but I grant you this. You haven't heard the last of me, Dylan. You'd better what your back."
"Bullshit, Ethan, you don't have the balls! Now get the hell out of here!" He shot Ethan a go to hell look.
Ethan bit back his words and turned and walked away. He couldn't risk exposing too much when he was so angry.