Okay I 've had several chapters ready to post so I could post when I felt
like it. When I sat down to start typing this chapter and opened my floppy
file I found out that none of my other chapters (1-10) were on the file.
At least I had them uploaded on the site. Enough of bad news, you want to
read the story. Thank all of you for the reviews. Note: I have no clue
what the name of the hospital is. Bare with me. Thanks!
On to the story. Summary: We find out what happened to Kim. (Well, I know what happened.) And how Trent deals with it.
Unlucky Hand chapter eleven: The Strength of Friends
Gage and Sydney reached Trent. He yelled at them to go on. Trent had his hand pressed against Kim's chest. Starring down at her, all his thoughts turned into prayers. Carlos reached the two, and knew there was nothing he could do to help. He ran to the parking lot, and waited for the ambulance.
When they arrived he ran ahead of them directing them to where Kim and Trent were. The medics got out and ran over to her. Trent informed them that when he tried to move his hand, it would start bleeding again. They had him keep his hands pressed against her chest, but asked that he moved them slightly to see where she was hit. Thankfully, she was only hit in the shoulder.
They got the bleeding stopped on the way to Community General. The doctors made Trent stay behind when she was taken back, but before they could , he kissed her on the forehead and she opened her eyes. His face, smiling, the last thing before the doors closed she seen.
Gage, Sydney, and Carlos arrived soon after informing the cops of everything. A nurse showed them to a waiting room where they found Trent sitting on a couch, hands covered in blood. He had his face buried in them, not worried if they would leave their color on his red cheeks. He already had some on the left side from where he had hit himself trying to lay his jacket over her.
They could tell he was deep in thought. No one really wanted to bother him, but they wanted to let him know they cared. Carlos walked up to him, laid his hand on his shoulder, and sat next to him. Trent just sat there, still. Looking at the floor. He then turned to meet Carlos's stare. Amazingly he hadn't been crying, yet. He had told himself to be strong first for Kim then break. Now was the time. His eyes filled with tears that streaked down his wind blown cheeks. Carlos wrapped his arms around his best friend while Gage and Sydney stood there clueless.
A few minutes later, Trent broke out of his companion's comfort. "Guys, thanks," he said holding Sydney's hand, "but, right now I just need to think." He walked away, not telling them where he was going. He informed the nurse where he would be and to make sure he was told whatever was going on with Kim. He then left and turned down the hall to the right.
About ten minutes after Trent had left, Walker, Alex, and Trivette showed up. Angela happened to be with Erika. They found Carlos, Gage and Sydney sitting in the waiting room. Carlos was still sitting where he was before Trent left. Gage was seated on a table, Sydney in the chair below, him stroking her hair. She had her head resting on his leg for comfort. They noticed no Trent.
"Guys, where's Trent?" Alex asked worried.
"He left." Sydney said, head still resting on Gage's thigh. "He said he needed to go think."
"We don't know where he is." Gage added in. Walker walked over to the nurse's desk, then headed in the same direction Trent had went. Alex and Trivette just sat down with their friends and waited.
Walker entered the chapel and saw Trent sitting near the front playing with something in his hands. The old ranger went and stood near him. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure." he said, still playing with the object.
"What's that?" Walker asked taking the object on the chain in his hand. "A small golden cross. Looks like your fathers."
"It is." Trent took it back and held it tightly in his hand. "Kim gave it to me for Christmas. She got it from Mom. When Carlos stepped out of the room for a minute, she put it around my neck and made me promise to always wear it. She had me seal it with a kiss." He began to cry again.
"You guys just getting together then? Huh?" Cordell asked.
"Yeah. We haven't even been on a date yet. Just the movies once." He turned and faced his friend. "Walker, I'm scared."
"Well, you've come to the right place. Trust in Him. He'll get you through."
About that time a nurse came in. "Mr. Malloy," she directed to the two. They turned. "Ms. Sutters in out now. Only one person at a time." Trent got up and followed her out. Walker gave him a reassuring look then headed back to tell the others.
Trent followed the nurse down another hallway, and first into a room where he was instructed to wash up. The nurse then lead him into a room with only one bed. She left him there and tended to the rest of her chores. He stood there a minute and took in the scene before him.
There, in the middle of the room, lying on the bed, hooked to many machines, was Kim. Trent slowly walked over and stood next to her. He pulled the chair over and sat down. He held her hand in his. Softly stroked her cheek staring at her beautiful face. He sat there a minute just staring at her. His thoughts turned into words. "I should have kept a better eye on you. I never thought about him pulling a gun. I guess I wasn't doing my job very well. Kim," he kissed her hand, "I'm sorry. I feel just awful."
"That's why you never take me one a case." Trent raised his head.
"Kim," he nearly yelled. "You're awake! You're okay."
She took the gold cross, which was still hanging outside his shirt, in her hand. "I've got you here." She smiled. "You're still wearing it."
He looked down to the cross in her hand and wrapped his hands around hers. "I've never taken it off." He sat there and stared her in the eyes. "I love you, Kim." This was the first time he had said it out loud. The first time she had heard those words come from his lips.
"I love you, too, Trent." He stood up, leaned over her, and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Mr. Malloy, Ms. Sutters needs her sleep. Anyway, only close relatives are allowed to stay in the rooms over night." the nurse kingly said.
"I don't have any relatives in Dallas." Kim informed her. "Trent's the closest person to me. Could he stay?"
"I'll have to check with the doctor. I'll tell your friends that they can come back, but just for a minute."
"Okay." Kim said as Trent stood over her near the head of the bed.
When Walker, Alex, and everyone came in, they formed a circle around her bed. "Hey, guys." she said sleepily.
"Hey, Kim. How you doing?" Alex asked kindly as everyone hugged her softly.
"I'm doing alright. My shoulder's sore and something's are unclear."
"Do you have any memory loss?" Trivette asked.
"No. I just don't know what hit me." Kim laughed. "Hey, Sydney, did you guys catch Thatcher?"
"Yeah. We got him. This time he's not getting out."
"Great!"
"Alright, well we had better get going. You need your rest." Walker said. "Goodbye."
"Bye." everyone yelled as the nurse and doctor came in.
"Bye, guys. Hi, Dr. Booker."
"Hello, Miss Sutters, Kim." He said looking down at her chart. "You had a question about someone staying." He looked up.
"Hi, I'm Trent Malloy." Trent shook is hand.
"I was wondering if Trent could stay with me." she said taking a hold of his hand tightly.
The doctor just looked at the two. "Is he the closest thing you have to relation?" Kim shook her head. "What is he to you?" the doctor asked trying to see just how close they were.
"We're co-workers..." Trent started, then looked down at Kim, who told him with her eyes to go on. "We're...together."
"Oh, well...now that's sweet. Hope this didn't happen on a date." He joked. Kim and Trent just laughed.
"Yes. We're a couple. This happened on a case." Trent said.
"Well, since he's the closest person you have, I don't see what it would hurt. I'll have one of the nurses bring you a blanket."
"Thank you, doctor." Kim said.
"Okay. If you need anything just press the nurses' button of send you friend out. You two have a nice night."
"The same to you." Trent said to the doctor. When he left, he returned his attention back to Kim, though it had never really left her. "So...guess I'm staying the night." he joked. He had pulled the chair up as close to her as he could. Now he was able to lay his head down on his arms and stare her in the face. "I love you so much. What did I ever do without you?"
"I'm so glad we finally admitted how we felt about each other." she beamed up at him.
"Me, too." He stared her lovingly in the eyes. "It's late. You need your sleep."
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Maybe read a little until I fall asleep." He laughed.
About that time a nurse came in. "Mr. Malloy, a dark haired man asked me to bring this to you." She handed him the case and a note.
He read it and laughed. "Carlos sent this in case I needed something to do."
"So play." Kim commented.
"you want me to? I'm not real good." he tried to admit.
"Come on." She begged. "Play for me."
"Okay." He got out his guitar. Slowly he started strumming. Soon his soft voice began letting words out.
"I see the questions in your eyes, I know what's weighing on your mind but you can be
sure I know my part, I'll never break your heart. I swear by the moon and the stars in
the sky." He kept singing to her softly. "Like a shadow that's by your side, I'll be there
for better of worse till death do us part, I'll love you with every
beat of my heart. I swear."
He finished the song, and a small crowd of women nurses clapped their hands outside the door. He flashed them a sideways smile and they quickly scattered. He noticed that Kim was almost asleep. He softly started picking a few notes then put the guitar away. He turned out the overhead light, laid his head back in the chair and eventually fell asleep.
End chapter eleven. Twelve coming shortly. Hope you like it so far. This story's kinda long. There's more adventures to come. I would just like to say that being able to write even just for fun is a gift from God, and I'm not talking just about what we put into words. Just being able to scratch our head when it itches is a blessing that we take for granted. I don't mean to sound preachy, but we have to remember that we aren't promised the next breathe we take. I hope that doesn't scare you, and if it does, please asked God for help. Remember no matter what's goin' on in your life, he's there with you. God bless and take care.
On to the story. Summary: We find out what happened to Kim. (Well, I know what happened.) And how Trent deals with it.
Unlucky Hand chapter eleven: The Strength of Friends
Gage and Sydney reached Trent. He yelled at them to go on. Trent had his hand pressed against Kim's chest. Starring down at her, all his thoughts turned into prayers. Carlos reached the two, and knew there was nothing he could do to help. He ran to the parking lot, and waited for the ambulance.
When they arrived he ran ahead of them directing them to where Kim and Trent were. The medics got out and ran over to her. Trent informed them that when he tried to move his hand, it would start bleeding again. They had him keep his hands pressed against her chest, but asked that he moved them slightly to see where she was hit. Thankfully, she was only hit in the shoulder.
They got the bleeding stopped on the way to Community General. The doctors made Trent stay behind when she was taken back, but before they could , he kissed her on the forehead and she opened her eyes. His face, smiling, the last thing before the doors closed she seen.
Gage, Sydney, and Carlos arrived soon after informing the cops of everything. A nurse showed them to a waiting room where they found Trent sitting on a couch, hands covered in blood. He had his face buried in them, not worried if they would leave their color on his red cheeks. He already had some on the left side from where he had hit himself trying to lay his jacket over her.
They could tell he was deep in thought. No one really wanted to bother him, but they wanted to let him know they cared. Carlos walked up to him, laid his hand on his shoulder, and sat next to him. Trent just sat there, still. Looking at the floor. He then turned to meet Carlos's stare. Amazingly he hadn't been crying, yet. He had told himself to be strong first for Kim then break. Now was the time. His eyes filled with tears that streaked down his wind blown cheeks. Carlos wrapped his arms around his best friend while Gage and Sydney stood there clueless.
A few minutes later, Trent broke out of his companion's comfort. "Guys, thanks," he said holding Sydney's hand, "but, right now I just need to think." He walked away, not telling them where he was going. He informed the nurse where he would be and to make sure he was told whatever was going on with Kim. He then left and turned down the hall to the right.
About ten minutes after Trent had left, Walker, Alex, and Trivette showed up. Angela happened to be with Erika. They found Carlos, Gage and Sydney sitting in the waiting room. Carlos was still sitting where he was before Trent left. Gage was seated on a table, Sydney in the chair below, him stroking her hair. She had her head resting on his leg for comfort. They noticed no Trent.
"Guys, where's Trent?" Alex asked worried.
"He left." Sydney said, head still resting on Gage's thigh. "He said he needed to go think."
"We don't know where he is." Gage added in. Walker walked over to the nurse's desk, then headed in the same direction Trent had went. Alex and Trivette just sat down with their friends and waited.
Walker entered the chapel and saw Trent sitting near the front playing with something in his hands. The old ranger went and stood near him. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure." he said, still playing with the object.
"What's that?" Walker asked taking the object on the chain in his hand. "A small golden cross. Looks like your fathers."
"It is." Trent took it back and held it tightly in his hand. "Kim gave it to me for Christmas. She got it from Mom. When Carlos stepped out of the room for a minute, she put it around my neck and made me promise to always wear it. She had me seal it with a kiss." He began to cry again.
"You guys just getting together then? Huh?" Cordell asked.
"Yeah. We haven't even been on a date yet. Just the movies once." He turned and faced his friend. "Walker, I'm scared."
"Well, you've come to the right place. Trust in Him. He'll get you through."
About that time a nurse came in. "Mr. Malloy," she directed to the two. They turned. "Ms. Sutters in out now. Only one person at a time." Trent got up and followed her out. Walker gave him a reassuring look then headed back to tell the others.
Trent followed the nurse down another hallway, and first into a room where he was instructed to wash up. The nurse then lead him into a room with only one bed. She left him there and tended to the rest of her chores. He stood there a minute and took in the scene before him.
There, in the middle of the room, lying on the bed, hooked to many machines, was Kim. Trent slowly walked over and stood next to her. He pulled the chair over and sat down. He held her hand in his. Softly stroked her cheek staring at her beautiful face. He sat there a minute just staring at her. His thoughts turned into words. "I should have kept a better eye on you. I never thought about him pulling a gun. I guess I wasn't doing my job very well. Kim," he kissed her hand, "I'm sorry. I feel just awful."
"That's why you never take me one a case." Trent raised his head.
"Kim," he nearly yelled. "You're awake! You're okay."
She took the gold cross, which was still hanging outside his shirt, in her hand. "I've got you here." She smiled. "You're still wearing it."
He looked down to the cross in her hand and wrapped his hands around hers. "I've never taken it off." He sat there and stared her in the eyes. "I love you, Kim." This was the first time he had said it out loud. The first time she had heard those words come from his lips.
"I love you, too, Trent." He stood up, leaned over her, and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Mr. Malloy, Ms. Sutters needs her sleep. Anyway, only close relatives are allowed to stay in the rooms over night." the nurse kingly said.
"I don't have any relatives in Dallas." Kim informed her. "Trent's the closest person to me. Could he stay?"
"I'll have to check with the doctor. I'll tell your friends that they can come back, but just for a minute."
"Okay." Kim said as Trent stood over her near the head of the bed.
When Walker, Alex, and everyone came in, they formed a circle around her bed. "Hey, guys." she said sleepily.
"Hey, Kim. How you doing?" Alex asked kindly as everyone hugged her softly.
"I'm doing alright. My shoulder's sore and something's are unclear."
"Do you have any memory loss?" Trivette asked.
"No. I just don't know what hit me." Kim laughed. "Hey, Sydney, did you guys catch Thatcher?"
"Yeah. We got him. This time he's not getting out."
"Great!"
"Alright, well we had better get going. You need your rest." Walker said. "Goodbye."
"Bye." everyone yelled as the nurse and doctor came in.
"Bye, guys. Hi, Dr. Booker."
"Hello, Miss Sutters, Kim." He said looking down at her chart. "You had a question about someone staying." He looked up.
"Hi, I'm Trent Malloy." Trent shook is hand.
"I was wondering if Trent could stay with me." she said taking a hold of his hand tightly.
The doctor just looked at the two. "Is he the closest thing you have to relation?" Kim shook her head. "What is he to you?" the doctor asked trying to see just how close they were.
"We're co-workers..." Trent started, then looked down at Kim, who told him with her eyes to go on. "We're...together."
"Oh, well...now that's sweet. Hope this didn't happen on a date." He joked. Kim and Trent just laughed.
"Yes. We're a couple. This happened on a case." Trent said.
"Well, since he's the closest person you have, I don't see what it would hurt. I'll have one of the nurses bring you a blanket."
"Thank you, doctor." Kim said.
"Okay. If you need anything just press the nurses' button of send you friend out. You two have a nice night."
"The same to you." Trent said to the doctor. When he left, he returned his attention back to Kim, though it had never really left her. "So...guess I'm staying the night." he joked. He had pulled the chair up as close to her as he could. Now he was able to lay his head down on his arms and stare her in the face. "I love you so much. What did I ever do without you?"
"I'm so glad we finally admitted how we felt about each other." she beamed up at him.
"Me, too." He stared her lovingly in the eyes. "It's late. You need your sleep."
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Maybe read a little until I fall asleep." He laughed.
About that time a nurse came in. "Mr. Malloy, a dark haired man asked me to bring this to you." She handed him the case and a note.
He read it and laughed. "Carlos sent this in case I needed something to do."
"So play." Kim commented.
"you want me to? I'm not real good." he tried to admit.
"Come on." She begged. "Play for me."
"Okay." He got out his guitar. Slowly he started strumming. Soon his soft voice began letting words out.
"I see the questions in your eyes, I know what's weighing on your mind but you can be
sure I know my part, I'll never break your heart. I swear by the moon and the stars in
the sky." He kept singing to her softly. "Like a shadow that's by your side, I'll be there
for better of worse till death do us part, I'll love you with every
beat of my heart. I swear."
He finished the song, and a small crowd of women nurses clapped their hands outside the door. He flashed them a sideways smile and they quickly scattered. He noticed that Kim was almost asleep. He softly started picking a few notes then put the guitar away. He turned out the overhead light, laid his head back in the chair and eventually fell asleep.
End chapter eleven. Twelve coming shortly. Hope you like it so far. This story's kinda long. There's more adventures to come. I would just like to say that being able to write even just for fun is a gift from God, and I'm not talking just about what we put into words. Just being able to scratch our head when it itches is a blessing that we take for granted. I don't mean to sound preachy, but we have to remember that we aren't promised the next breathe we take. I hope that doesn't scare you, and if it does, please asked God for help. Remember no matter what's goin' on in your life, he's there with you. God bless and take care.