disclaimer: For the whole story. I don't own any of the characters that appeared in Tomb Raider Angel of Darkness
All the shades of pale
All that happened next happened very fast. All but the drive to the hospital. As soon as the ambulance stopped Kurtis had been taken away from her and now she sat in some sort of a waiting room with a cup of tea that some nurse had made her to buy. The tea itself was long cold and the thought of drinking it had never crossed her mind. Lara found herself staring at a door for no real reason...maybe just to rest her eyes in something and trying to calm her mind down. She had never really liked hospitals. They reminded her from only one thing - death. Here people came to die. Some of old age and the others...who knows. Time seemed to be her enemy she thought and because of her it never moved more than couple minutes between her glares. Every minute more told to her that he wouldn't make it. It really couldn't take that long. He had been in surgery about four hours now.
Lara was just about to loose hope when she saw a nurse coming toward and stood up quickly. The nurse made her sit again and looked at her almost motherly.
There was something not good in the look of nearly fifty years old woman. Lara could see it even she was trying to hide it.
"How is he?", Lara asked almost bitterly.
The nurse didn't meet Lara's look. "He survived the surgery"
This didn't sound so bad as Lara had thought. "What's wrong then?"
"During the surgery his heart stopped" Lara gasped as the nurse said this. "We managed to bring him back but only after several minutes..."
"How many?", Lara asked althought she didn't really want to know.
"Little over fifteen", nurse answered and she didn't need to go on. Lara knew exactly what it meant. She knew what it could have done to his brain.
"He's in coma", nurse said.
Lara seemed shocked even though she had been expecting something like this. "Will he wake up?", she asked after a little while.
"That is a question no doctor on earth, no matter how good they are, can answer"
Lara nodded.
"We usually won't let visitors in if something like this happens, not so soon after a surgery, but in this case I'll make an exeption"
She and Lara both stood up and the younger woman followed the older one up the stairs and in to a room. The nurse stood a while at the door.
"You propably want to be alone"
Lara only nodded. After the nurse was gone she looked at the man lying on the bed. It was hard to think that he was alive. Being alive had always meant a certain light in the eyes, little redness on the cheeks, fiery spirit and most of all the feeling that the other one was in the room to Lara. None of those things could be sensed in this white hospital room where only things that told he was still alive were the humming of a ventilator and the green line on the cardiathric monitor and of course the slow movement of his chest when he inhaled or exhaled.
Lara felt tears running down her face and wiped them of. Why was she crying over someone she had known for only few days and during that time talked to him only three times. She was obviously losing it. Although she knew the reason she tried not to except it. She had never believed in love...not after what had happened to her parents. Of course she had had relationships and even love with a man called Alex West but that had only made her more certain of the fact that love didn't exist in the form told in romantic tales. But now she felt fondness toward the man on the hospital bed, something she had never felt before. It was a warm feeling, something that almost filled her heart entirely. She took his hand into hers. It was cold, not the hand that had ventured down her arm and across her stomach in the Louvre. Not that hand that had sent sparkles flying through her body. It was a soulless hand,a dead man's hand. This man wasn't the one she met in the Louvre and in the biological research center. This was only the body, an empty container.
Lara had always thought were people in coma went. She didn't believe coma was only a sleep-like state. If it was what were the stories about bright light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe there wasn't any bright light or a tunnel but a place, a memory where the ones in coma had always wanted to go back to. Perhaps in Kurtis' case it was the last time he spent with his father. In her case it most definately would've been. Her large brown eyes wandered back to see his face. It had to be like that. Some people had been in coma for nearly thirty years. Had their minds just waited all that time?
All the shades of pale
All that happened next happened very fast. All but the drive to the hospital. As soon as the ambulance stopped Kurtis had been taken away from her and now she sat in some sort of a waiting room with a cup of tea that some nurse had made her to buy. The tea itself was long cold and the thought of drinking it had never crossed her mind. Lara found herself staring at a door for no real reason...maybe just to rest her eyes in something and trying to calm her mind down. She had never really liked hospitals. They reminded her from only one thing - death. Here people came to die. Some of old age and the others...who knows. Time seemed to be her enemy she thought and because of her it never moved more than couple minutes between her glares. Every minute more told to her that he wouldn't make it. It really couldn't take that long. He had been in surgery about four hours now.
Lara was just about to loose hope when she saw a nurse coming toward and stood up quickly. The nurse made her sit again and looked at her almost motherly.
There was something not good in the look of nearly fifty years old woman. Lara could see it even she was trying to hide it.
"How is he?", Lara asked almost bitterly.
The nurse didn't meet Lara's look. "He survived the surgery"
This didn't sound so bad as Lara had thought. "What's wrong then?"
"During the surgery his heart stopped" Lara gasped as the nurse said this. "We managed to bring him back but only after several minutes..."
"How many?", Lara asked althought she didn't really want to know.
"Little over fifteen", nurse answered and she didn't need to go on. Lara knew exactly what it meant. She knew what it could have done to his brain.
"He's in coma", nurse said.
Lara seemed shocked even though she had been expecting something like this. "Will he wake up?", she asked after a little while.
"That is a question no doctor on earth, no matter how good they are, can answer"
Lara nodded.
"We usually won't let visitors in if something like this happens, not so soon after a surgery, but in this case I'll make an exeption"
She and Lara both stood up and the younger woman followed the older one up the stairs and in to a room. The nurse stood a while at the door.
"You propably want to be alone"
Lara only nodded. After the nurse was gone she looked at the man lying on the bed. It was hard to think that he was alive. Being alive had always meant a certain light in the eyes, little redness on the cheeks, fiery spirit and most of all the feeling that the other one was in the room to Lara. None of those things could be sensed in this white hospital room where only things that told he was still alive were the humming of a ventilator and the green line on the cardiathric monitor and of course the slow movement of his chest when he inhaled or exhaled.
Lara felt tears running down her face and wiped them of. Why was she crying over someone she had known for only few days and during that time talked to him only three times. She was obviously losing it. Although she knew the reason she tried not to except it. She had never believed in love...not after what had happened to her parents. Of course she had had relationships and even love with a man called Alex West but that had only made her more certain of the fact that love didn't exist in the form told in romantic tales. But now she felt fondness toward the man on the hospital bed, something she had never felt before. It was a warm feeling, something that almost filled her heart entirely. She took his hand into hers. It was cold, not the hand that had ventured down her arm and across her stomach in the Louvre. Not that hand that had sent sparkles flying through her body. It was a soulless hand,a dead man's hand. This man wasn't the one she met in the Louvre and in the biological research center. This was only the body, an empty container.
Lara had always thought were people in coma went. She didn't believe coma was only a sleep-like state. If it was what were the stories about bright light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe there wasn't any bright light or a tunnel but a place, a memory where the ones in coma had always wanted to go back to. Perhaps in Kurtis' case it was the last time he spent with his father. In her case it most definately would've been. Her large brown eyes wandered back to see his face. It had to be like that. Some people had been in coma for nearly thirty years. Had their minds just waited all that time?