A/N: Here I am once again. I finally finished a chapter. Sorry it took so
long. I had so much homework and projects, it's scary. Anyways, here is
another chapter just for you guys.
Mudd1- Glad you like. You're always my first reviewer for each chapter. Thanks!!
KayKayeLLe- I thought i DID reread it. Sorry for my lack of brain activity.
And thanks to all my other reviewers! I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!!
Chapter 7: A Present
Eric, Matt, Mary, Carlos, Sarah, Kevin, and Ben all waited silently in the hospital waiting room. Oddly enough, they were the only people there. Three flower-printed couches rested on each of the off-white walls. In the center of the room sat an oak coffee table, but because of the numerous health and parenting magazines piled upon it, you couldn't see the top. Cheerful pictures on the walls meant to make your stay more comfortable only increased the family's uneasiness as they took their seats.
Annie, Lucy, Ruthie, Sam, and David were all being checked out by doctors, Annie being the more critical. Although Eric had also been a victim of the fire, all he had experienced was slight smoke inhalation, so after quickly being checked over, he was released.
Eric sat silently on the corner of one of the couches with Mary seated next to him, her hand resting against her bloated stomach. Slowly sipping black coffee from a cup, Carlos rested against a pale wall across the room. He felt extremely out of place, not knowing what to do or what to think. He didn't know this family all too well, and now he was in a hospital waiting room waiting to see if all the Camden's were all right.
Along the same wall, Ben was pacing the floor, aimlessly looking around the room. Every once in a while, the two men would exchange glances, but nothing more.
On a separate sofa, Kevin, Matt, and Sarah rested impatiently. Kevin, having been awake all night, rested his head against the couch but was unable to even close his eyes. Having seen Lucy and talked to her, he wasn't tremendously worried, but was still anxious to see her.
"Lucy Kinkirk?" a voice called from the doorway. A man in a white overcoat with a clipboard held stiffly in his hand approached the family.
"Yes?" Kevin answered jumping up from his seat soon followed by the other family members. "How is she?"
"I believe she'll be fine. She did indeed burn her hand and forearm very badly and we will have to monitor that. She also experienced some smoke inhalation, but that should clear out of her system within a few days. Are you her husband?" the doctor asked a relieved Kevin.
"Yes, can I see her?" Kevin asked impatiently, stroking her fingers through his hair.
"Yes, but only you for now. Nurse Nollie?" the doctor turned to the nurse behind him at the front desk. "Please take Mr. Kinkirk to Room 217."
Kevin nodded his thanks and followed the young nurse whose long brown hair waved behind her back. As they walked down the quiet hallway, Kevin listened to the tapping of their shoes as they hit the white laminate floor. 210, 211, 212 . . .he read to himself, each room labeled with a wooden plate above the door. 213, 214, 215, 216, 217 . . .
"Here you go sir," Nurse Nollie said opening the door for him and stepping aside.
"Thanks," Kevin answered, peeking through the doorway into the dimly lit hospital room.
It was a private room, small and very uncomfortable. There was a single window that occupied the entire back wall but was currently covered with a plastic shade. In the corner against the window sat various unused electrical equipment. Lucy lay in a bed in the opposite corner, a nightstand sitting next to her. The only light in the room came from a single lamp situated on the nightstand.
After quietly closing the door behind him, Kevin pulled a chair up to Lucy's bed and took a seat. Lucy's eyes were closed, her head resting against the pillow. Kevin continued to stare in awe at her, wanting to touch and hold her, but she seemed too tranquil to disturb.
He lightly brushed his fingers through Lucy's soft, blonde hair. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open as she moved her head to the edge of her pillow. Kevin smiled as their eyes met.
"Hey," he said still stroking her hair.
'Hey," she answered softly.
"How are you feeling?" he asked noticing her now properly bandaged arm resting against her chest.
"I'm okay," Lucy sighed. "How about everyone else?"
"Actually, they found the twins," Kevin answered. "And they were fine," he finished answering the look on her face. "They were actually in the garage apartment."
"Really?" Lucy smiled, laughing slightly. Kevin nodded. "What were they doing in there?"
"Trying to find us, I think," Kevin answered recalling what Eric had told him.
"Wow," Lucy whispered under her breath. "Well that was quite the Christmas present."
"Speaking of presents." Kevin pulled a medium-sized white box from behind him. As a smile grew across Lucy's face, she used her right arm to support her body as she adjusted her back to lean against the pillow situated behind her. Grasping the white box from Kevin's hand, Lucy placed it in her lap, quickly popping off the top.
Inside rested an old green book with silver lining. She opened it up to find old photographs. On the first page was a picture of a family: a mother, a father, two boys, and a little girl. She traced the edges with her fingertip, staring at the faces in the photo, some familiar, so not so familiar.
The two younger children stood in front, the boy, looking around 9, had ruffled brown hair and a cocky smile across him face, the petite girl, around the age of 6, had her straight brown hair over her shoulder. In the back stood an elegant blonde woman, her hand resting on her daughter's shoulder. Next to her with his arm laced against her back, a broad, tall man with a strong build smiled toward the photographer. And next to her father stood a 12 year old boy with spiked golden-blonde hair, chest out, shoulders back, and who seemed to be trying to emulate his father.
"You were cute then too," Lucy commented pointing towards the young boy in the photo looking up at her husband.
"Oh, thanks," he answered laughing
Lucy grinned as she observed every detail of the old picture. Then her eyes focused on the tall, handsome man in the center.
"And that would be . . . "she started, moving her finger towards the figure, knowing very well who it was.
"I thought it was time that you met my father," Kevin said turning the page to reveal more of his family history.
A/N: Did you like? I really want to show to do something about Kevin's father. They need to do something, and since they haven't yet, I decided to write something about him. More is soon to come!! And thanks again BebopQueen for posting this for me!!
Mudd1- Glad you like. You're always my first reviewer for each chapter. Thanks!!
KayKayeLLe- I thought i DID reread it. Sorry for my lack of brain activity.
And thanks to all my other reviewers! I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!!
Chapter 7: A Present
Eric, Matt, Mary, Carlos, Sarah, Kevin, and Ben all waited silently in the hospital waiting room. Oddly enough, they were the only people there. Three flower-printed couches rested on each of the off-white walls. In the center of the room sat an oak coffee table, but because of the numerous health and parenting magazines piled upon it, you couldn't see the top. Cheerful pictures on the walls meant to make your stay more comfortable only increased the family's uneasiness as they took their seats.
Annie, Lucy, Ruthie, Sam, and David were all being checked out by doctors, Annie being the more critical. Although Eric had also been a victim of the fire, all he had experienced was slight smoke inhalation, so after quickly being checked over, he was released.
Eric sat silently on the corner of one of the couches with Mary seated next to him, her hand resting against her bloated stomach. Slowly sipping black coffee from a cup, Carlos rested against a pale wall across the room. He felt extremely out of place, not knowing what to do or what to think. He didn't know this family all too well, and now he was in a hospital waiting room waiting to see if all the Camden's were all right.
Along the same wall, Ben was pacing the floor, aimlessly looking around the room. Every once in a while, the two men would exchange glances, but nothing more.
On a separate sofa, Kevin, Matt, and Sarah rested impatiently. Kevin, having been awake all night, rested his head against the couch but was unable to even close his eyes. Having seen Lucy and talked to her, he wasn't tremendously worried, but was still anxious to see her.
"Lucy Kinkirk?" a voice called from the doorway. A man in a white overcoat with a clipboard held stiffly in his hand approached the family.
"Yes?" Kevin answered jumping up from his seat soon followed by the other family members. "How is she?"
"I believe she'll be fine. She did indeed burn her hand and forearm very badly and we will have to monitor that. She also experienced some smoke inhalation, but that should clear out of her system within a few days. Are you her husband?" the doctor asked a relieved Kevin.
"Yes, can I see her?" Kevin asked impatiently, stroking her fingers through his hair.
"Yes, but only you for now. Nurse Nollie?" the doctor turned to the nurse behind him at the front desk. "Please take Mr. Kinkirk to Room 217."
Kevin nodded his thanks and followed the young nurse whose long brown hair waved behind her back. As they walked down the quiet hallway, Kevin listened to the tapping of their shoes as they hit the white laminate floor. 210, 211, 212 . . .he read to himself, each room labeled with a wooden plate above the door. 213, 214, 215, 216, 217 . . .
"Here you go sir," Nurse Nollie said opening the door for him and stepping aside.
"Thanks," Kevin answered, peeking through the doorway into the dimly lit hospital room.
It was a private room, small and very uncomfortable. There was a single window that occupied the entire back wall but was currently covered with a plastic shade. In the corner against the window sat various unused electrical equipment. Lucy lay in a bed in the opposite corner, a nightstand sitting next to her. The only light in the room came from a single lamp situated on the nightstand.
After quietly closing the door behind him, Kevin pulled a chair up to Lucy's bed and took a seat. Lucy's eyes were closed, her head resting against the pillow. Kevin continued to stare in awe at her, wanting to touch and hold her, but she seemed too tranquil to disturb.
He lightly brushed his fingers through Lucy's soft, blonde hair. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open as she moved her head to the edge of her pillow. Kevin smiled as their eyes met.
"Hey," he said still stroking her hair.
'Hey," she answered softly.
"How are you feeling?" he asked noticing her now properly bandaged arm resting against her chest.
"I'm okay," Lucy sighed. "How about everyone else?"
"Actually, they found the twins," Kevin answered. "And they were fine," he finished answering the look on her face. "They were actually in the garage apartment."
"Really?" Lucy smiled, laughing slightly. Kevin nodded. "What were they doing in there?"
"Trying to find us, I think," Kevin answered recalling what Eric had told him.
"Wow," Lucy whispered under her breath. "Well that was quite the Christmas present."
"Speaking of presents." Kevin pulled a medium-sized white box from behind him. As a smile grew across Lucy's face, she used her right arm to support her body as she adjusted her back to lean against the pillow situated behind her. Grasping the white box from Kevin's hand, Lucy placed it in her lap, quickly popping off the top.
Inside rested an old green book with silver lining. She opened it up to find old photographs. On the first page was a picture of a family: a mother, a father, two boys, and a little girl. She traced the edges with her fingertip, staring at the faces in the photo, some familiar, so not so familiar.
The two younger children stood in front, the boy, looking around 9, had ruffled brown hair and a cocky smile across him face, the petite girl, around the age of 6, had her straight brown hair over her shoulder. In the back stood an elegant blonde woman, her hand resting on her daughter's shoulder. Next to her with his arm laced against her back, a broad, tall man with a strong build smiled toward the photographer. And next to her father stood a 12 year old boy with spiked golden-blonde hair, chest out, shoulders back, and who seemed to be trying to emulate his father.
"You were cute then too," Lucy commented pointing towards the young boy in the photo looking up at her husband.
"Oh, thanks," he answered laughing
Lucy grinned as she observed every detail of the old picture. Then her eyes focused on the tall, handsome man in the center.
"And that would be . . . "she started, moving her finger towards the figure, knowing very well who it was.
"I thought it was time that you met my father," Kevin said turning the page to reveal more of his family history.
A/N: Did you like? I really want to show to do something about Kevin's father. They need to do something, and since they haven't yet, I decided to write something about him. More is soon to come!! And thanks again BebopQueen for posting this for me!!