Wrong Path Part 2
Author's: Lynds & Claire
Author's Note: Hey, well we know it's been a while but here is the
next part, it's very short but that's because we're doing lot's of
short chapters. I want to thank everyone for all their kind feedback.
Most thanks goes to Mary, Kiosha, Court , Kylie and Faith. And Claire
I dedicate this story to you, you are so fun to write stories and
just talk to thanks! Everyone else feedback is loved! HAPPY BIRTHDAY
CAROLYN!
Summary: See part one. We both don't like making them
Disclamier: None of them are ours......Oh wait we did make some of
our own up... Okay those are ours!
"Wrong Path" Part 2
They wheel her inside and everything is loud, and I can't help but
remember her stabbing, it was so much like this. So, so much. Except
I'm not out waiting alone anymore. I'm here with...my son. It's a
strange thought, and even stranger is the fact that I woke up this
morning a free man...and now I'm a father, a father emotionally
attached to my son's abused mother. None of this makes sense. We are
banned from the trauma room, and as much as I want to push past the
nurse standing near the door as a barrier, I know that I can't. I
know that this kid, the one gripping my hand with dear life, needs me
right now. I am finally needed by a child. My child. I will cooperate
for his sake. I guide him over to a few waiting chairs over along the
wall and I sit down. Much to my surprise, he wriggles into my lap. I
haven't had a child in my lap since...well, come to think of it,
ever. He's crying silently, but, miraculously, he's asleep in
minutes, his eyelashes wet with tears. I stare at him, watch every
breath that enters and leaves his body, and the feeling is
overwhelming. I look at him, I see so much of Lindsay in him, but I
also see my eyes. I can see our resemblance now, and it makes me
think of how I approached him at the park like any other kid. I saw
him get hurt and I went to see if he was okay. Just some anonymous
kid who happened to be my son. I feel confused, now, because when I
saw him...shouldn't I have recognized him? Shouldn't I have taken one
look and, no matter how young or unfamiliar he was, felt a spark?
Shouldn't I have some kind of fatherly alarm that should have gone
off? I don't have time to consider this because a doctor bursts from
the room, a young woman who looks probably younger than Lindsayherself.
"Excuse me, are you the husband?"
"No. No, I'm the..." It suddenly strikes me that I have no idea who I
am to these people. Lindsay and I had a thing for awhile, and now
years have gone by. We have nothing anymore, except this kid. "I'm
his father," I nod at Bobby Jr., and she nods slowly.
"Well, I'm going to need to talk to the husband. Unless you're
related-,"
"I'm the father of her son, please just-,"
"I really can't do that, sir, I'm-,"
"I'm not 'sir,' I'm Robert...I'm Robert Donnell," I say, sounding
like a child. "This is my son, and it's Lindsay's son, but we're not
married, but we-,"
"What the hell is he doing here?" Garret suddenly enters, storming
into the waiting room like some kind of beast. "This is the bastard
who hit my wife," he says, and I stand up and set Bobby Jr. down on a
chair, holding my hands up to stop him.
"What?" I say, baffled, and the doctor looks between us.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Garret says, shoving
me back.
"Excuse me, sir, I'm going to need you to-," the young doctor tries
to stop him but it's obvious that doing so is a lost cause.
"Call the goddamn police, this bastard tried to kill my wife," he
says, just kind of standing there, swaying with anger.
"I didn't touch her," I say through gritted teeth. "This is her
husband," I say to the doctor. "This is the man who hit her. I swear
to you, she can make the ID when she wakes up if you don't believe-,"
I freeze, hearing my own words. "She's going to wake up, right?" The
doctor hesitates, then looks over at the angry Garret pacing along
the back wall and sighs.
"She's going to be fine. There was blood loss, but not too much, we
gave her a transfusion, stitched her up...she's conscious, she's
asking for her son. I think it's best that I take him in to see her."
I realize that this woman doesn't know that I didn't hit Lindsay, and
this thought pains me almost physically. "The police are on their way
up to question you," she says to both of us, and the feeling is the
most awful I've ever felt.
"I didn't touch her," I say again. "I love that woman like you can't
even imagine, I would never hurt her. Ask my son," I say desperately.
I'm anticipating Garret's angry response to this, but I look over and
see that he is just getting on the elevator. "Don't let him leave," I
say. "He hit her...he beat her up, don't let him leave." The doctor
studies me for a second, then pulls a phone from her pocket and
dials.
"This is Cavanaugh, I'm going to need security at the south wingelevator, first floor. Right now. Handcuff the man when he gets off
and hold him." She hangs up.
"Thank you," I say softly. "I swear to God-," she nods.
"You said your name was Robert Donnell?"
"Bobby," I say hoarsely, nodding.
"I'll check with her. If she okays it, you can go in."
"Thank you," I say again, and I pick up Bobby Jr. from the
chair. "We're going to see Mommy," I say to him, praying that Lindsay
allows my entrance. Dr. Cavanaugh returns a minute later, nodding.
"Go ahead, but the police might need the two of you for questioning,"
"Okay." I take him and practically run to her room.
End of Part 2
1.
Author's: Lynds & Claire
Author's Note: Hey, well we know it's been a while but here is the
next part, it's very short but that's because we're doing lot's of
short chapters. I want to thank everyone for all their kind feedback.
Most thanks goes to Mary, Kiosha, Court , Kylie and Faith. And Claire
I dedicate this story to you, you are so fun to write stories and
just talk to thanks! Everyone else feedback is loved! HAPPY BIRTHDAY
CAROLYN!
Summary: See part one. We both don't like making them
Disclamier: None of them are ours......Oh wait we did make some of
our own up... Okay those are ours!
"Wrong Path" Part 2
They wheel her inside and everything is loud, and I can't help but
remember her stabbing, it was so much like this. So, so much. Except
I'm not out waiting alone anymore. I'm here with...my son. It's a
strange thought, and even stranger is the fact that I woke up this
morning a free man...and now I'm a father, a father emotionally
attached to my son's abused mother. None of this makes sense. We are
banned from the trauma room, and as much as I want to push past the
nurse standing near the door as a barrier, I know that I can't. I
know that this kid, the one gripping my hand with dear life, needs me
right now. I am finally needed by a child. My child. I will cooperate
for his sake. I guide him over to a few waiting chairs over along the
wall and I sit down. Much to my surprise, he wriggles into my lap. I
haven't had a child in my lap since...well, come to think of it,
ever. He's crying silently, but, miraculously, he's asleep in
minutes, his eyelashes wet with tears. I stare at him, watch every
breath that enters and leaves his body, and the feeling is
overwhelming. I look at him, I see so much of Lindsay in him, but I
also see my eyes. I can see our resemblance now, and it makes me
think of how I approached him at the park like any other kid. I saw
him get hurt and I went to see if he was okay. Just some anonymous
kid who happened to be my son. I feel confused, now, because when I
saw him...shouldn't I have recognized him? Shouldn't I have taken one
look and, no matter how young or unfamiliar he was, felt a spark?
Shouldn't I have some kind of fatherly alarm that should have gone
off? I don't have time to consider this because a doctor bursts from
the room, a young woman who looks probably younger than Lindsayherself.
"Excuse me, are you the husband?"
"No. No, I'm the..." It suddenly strikes me that I have no idea who I
am to these people. Lindsay and I had a thing for awhile, and now
years have gone by. We have nothing anymore, except this kid. "I'm
his father," I nod at Bobby Jr., and she nods slowly.
"Well, I'm going to need to talk to the husband. Unless you're
related-,"
"I'm the father of her son, please just-,"
"I really can't do that, sir, I'm-,"
"I'm not 'sir,' I'm Robert...I'm Robert Donnell," I say, sounding
like a child. "This is my son, and it's Lindsay's son, but we're not
married, but we-,"
"What the hell is he doing here?" Garret suddenly enters, storming
into the waiting room like some kind of beast. "This is the bastard
who hit my wife," he says, and I stand up and set Bobby Jr. down on a
chair, holding my hands up to stop him.
"What?" I say, baffled, and the doctor looks between us.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Garret says, shoving
me back.
"Excuse me, sir, I'm going to need you to-," the young doctor tries
to stop him but it's obvious that doing so is a lost cause.
"Call the goddamn police, this bastard tried to kill my wife," he
says, just kind of standing there, swaying with anger.
"I didn't touch her," I say through gritted teeth. "This is her
husband," I say to the doctor. "This is the man who hit her. I swear
to you, she can make the ID when she wakes up if you don't believe-,"
I freeze, hearing my own words. "She's going to wake up, right?" The
doctor hesitates, then looks over at the angry Garret pacing along
the back wall and sighs.
"She's going to be fine. There was blood loss, but not too much, we
gave her a transfusion, stitched her up...she's conscious, she's
asking for her son. I think it's best that I take him in to see her."
I realize that this woman doesn't know that I didn't hit Lindsay, and
this thought pains me almost physically. "The police are on their way
up to question you," she says to both of us, and the feeling is the
most awful I've ever felt.
"I didn't touch her," I say again. "I love that woman like you can't
even imagine, I would never hurt her. Ask my son," I say desperately.
I'm anticipating Garret's angry response to this, but I look over and
see that he is just getting on the elevator. "Don't let him leave," I
say. "He hit her...he beat her up, don't let him leave." The doctor
studies me for a second, then pulls a phone from her pocket and
dials.
"This is Cavanaugh, I'm going to need security at the south wingelevator, first floor. Right now. Handcuff the man when he gets off
and hold him." She hangs up.
"Thank you," I say softly. "I swear to God-," she nods.
"You said your name was Robert Donnell?"
"Bobby," I say hoarsely, nodding.
"I'll check with her. If she okays it, you can go in."
"Thank you," I say again, and I pick up Bobby Jr. from the
chair. "We're going to see Mommy," I say to him, praying that Lindsay
allows my entrance. Dr. Cavanaugh returns a minute later, nodding.
"Go ahead, but the police might need the two of you for questioning,"
"Okay." I take him and practically run to her room.
End of Part 2
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