Chapter 8 is here! lol. Sorry it took so long. I'm having T-Cap right
now,(That's sorta like midterms, only at the END of the year.) so I havn't
been able to do much on here. But I did check in occasionaly a put a reveiw
here or there.
Disclaimer:I do not own RFR. But I do hope to visit Canada someday...LOL.
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Travis drove steadily toward the hospital, eyes glued to the road, though Robbie swore he saw Travis' eyes glaze over more than once. Robbie leaned over to turn on the radio and a song came on that he knew fairly well.
"Cuz she's watchin' wrestling, creaming over tough guys, listening to rap- medal, turn-tables in her eyes, it's like a bad movie, she's lookin' through me, if you were me then you'd be, screamin' "Someone shoot me" as I fell miserably, trying to get the girl all the bad guys want."
Travis diverted his gaze for a split second to look at Robbie, then to the radio, but quickly locked eyes again with the road. The song got to the bridge.
"I'm watching wrestling/trying to be a tough guy/listening to rap- metal/turntables in my eyes/I can't grow a mustache/I ain't got no season pass/all I got's a moped.
"You want me to turn it off?" Robbie said suddenly.
"No. You're fine." Travis responed blankly.
Travis saw the turn to get to the hospital, and followed it, taking it sharply as he did. He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly. His knuckles turned white as he moved his hand on it. The song ended, soon followed by another. Someday by Nickleback.
"How the hell'd we wind up like this/why weren't we able/to see the signs we missed/and try turn the tables/I wish you'd unclench your fists/and unpack your suitcase/lately ther's been to much of this/but don't think it's too late/ nothings wrong/just as long as you know that someday I will/someday, somehow i'm gonna make it alright/but not right now/I know you're wonderin when (You're the only one who don't stop)/ Well i'd hope that since we're here an way/we could end up saying/things we've always needed to say/so we could end up staying/now the story's played out like this/just like/a paperback novel/let's rewrite an ending that fits/instead of a Hollywood horror/nothings wrong/just as long as you know that someday I will/someday, somehow/i'm gonna make it alright but not right now/I know you're wondering when(Youre the only one who don't stop)/I know you're wondering when(you're the only one who don't stop)/I know you're wondering when.
They arrived, parked, and made their way in. The lobby was cramped and the sound of doctors talking and nurses over the intercom filled Travis' and Robbie's ears as they made their way up to the receptionists office.
"Hello. How may I help you?" The nurse said.
"Uh, hi. We're here to see Lily Randall. We're friends of hers. Can you tell us which room she's in please?" Travis said.
"Of coarse, dear." The nurse spun around in her chair and opened a big cabinet with filing papers stuck recklessly in them.
"Randall. Randall. Ah, here we go! Lilian Randall, room 516." She said in a cheery voice.
"Thank you, Ma'am." Travis said.
The nurse nodded and went back to her paperwork.
Robie and Travis walked down the hall to a nearby elavator and Robbie pushed the "up" button. The doors opened and they stepped in. The elavator was empty, which was probably a good thing, because Robbie had a feeling that if Travis had to stand in a stuffy elavator, cramped in-between lots of people that would stall him any more from seeing Lily, he'd snap. Robbie didn't want Travis to snap. It wasn't long before they got to their floor. Travis stepped out, Robbie close behind him. He made his way down the long, winding hallway. Travis ' pace was speeding up, and Robbie was having a hard time keeping up with him.
"Come on, 516, 516. 514...515...516!" Travis said.
Robbie sighed and looked toward Travis with pity in his eyes. The sight of Travis this way was so saddening. It was like a little child crying for their mother and father. That look he got in his eyes almost brought Robbie to tears. He saw how he loved Lily. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he lost her.
Disclaimer:I do not own RFR. But I do hope to visit Canada someday...LOL.
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Travis drove steadily toward the hospital, eyes glued to the road, though Robbie swore he saw Travis' eyes glaze over more than once. Robbie leaned over to turn on the radio and a song came on that he knew fairly well.
"Cuz she's watchin' wrestling, creaming over tough guys, listening to rap- medal, turn-tables in her eyes, it's like a bad movie, she's lookin' through me, if you were me then you'd be, screamin' "Someone shoot me" as I fell miserably, trying to get the girl all the bad guys want."
Travis diverted his gaze for a split second to look at Robbie, then to the radio, but quickly locked eyes again with the road. The song got to the bridge.
"I'm watching wrestling/trying to be a tough guy/listening to rap- metal/turntables in my eyes/I can't grow a mustache/I ain't got no season pass/all I got's a moped.
"You want me to turn it off?" Robbie said suddenly.
"No. You're fine." Travis responed blankly.
Travis saw the turn to get to the hospital, and followed it, taking it sharply as he did. He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly. His knuckles turned white as he moved his hand on it. The song ended, soon followed by another. Someday by Nickleback.
"How the hell'd we wind up like this/why weren't we able/to see the signs we missed/and try turn the tables/I wish you'd unclench your fists/and unpack your suitcase/lately ther's been to much of this/but don't think it's too late/ nothings wrong/just as long as you know that someday I will/someday, somehow i'm gonna make it alright/but not right now/I know you're wonderin when (You're the only one who don't stop)/ Well i'd hope that since we're here an way/we could end up saying/things we've always needed to say/so we could end up staying/now the story's played out like this/just like/a paperback novel/let's rewrite an ending that fits/instead of a Hollywood horror/nothings wrong/just as long as you know that someday I will/someday, somehow/i'm gonna make it alright but not right now/I know you're wondering when(Youre the only one who don't stop)/I know you're wondering when(you're the only one who don't stop)/I know you're wondering when.
They arrived, parked, and made their way in. The lobby was cramped and the sound of doctors talking and nurses over the intercom filled Travis' and Robbie's ears as they made their way up to the receptionists office.
"Hello. How may I help you?" The nurse said.
"Uh, hi. We're here to see Lily Randall. We're friends of hers. Can you tell us which room she's in please?" Travis said.
"Of coarse, dear." The nurse spun around in her chair and opened a big cabinet with filing papers stuck recklessly in them.
"Randall. Randall. Ah, here we go! Lilian Randall, room 516." She said in a cheery voice.
"Thank you, Ma'am." Travis said.
The nurse nodded and went back to her paperwork.
Robie and Travis walked down the hall to a nearby elavator and Robbie pushed the "up" button. The doors opened and they stepped in. The elavator was empty, which was probably a good thing, because Robbie had a feeling that if Travis had to stand in a stuffy elavator, cramped in-between lots of people that would stall him any more from seeing Lily, he'd snap. Robbie didn't want Travis to snap. It wasn't long before they got to their floor. Travis stepped out, Robbie close behind him. He made his way down the long, winding hallway. Travis ' pace was speeding up, and Robbie was having a hard time keeping up with him.
"Come on, 516, 516. 514...515...516!" Travis said.
Robbie sighed and looked toward Travis with pity in his eyes. The sight of Travis this way was so saddening. It was like a little child crying for their mother and father. That look he got in his eyes almost brought Robbie to tears. He saw how he loved Lily. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he lost her.