Chapter Sixty
Author's note: To BrookenLucas12, re your response to my review in 'Mommy, Mommy: I just realized that it isn't the end, sorry about that. I totally watch OC. And by the way, you're on to something. Except for slightly less… creepy. And by the way, this chapter is dedicated to her because she awesomely dedicated hers to me.
Years later, I would dimly remember our frantic parents, the moonlight drive to the hospital, sirens blaring, Jenny's professions running through my head.
As they actually happened, I barely took them into account.
Everyone that had helped raise Jenny was at the hospital. Karen and Keith, Mom and Daddy of course, Lauren, a very shaken Tess, Nathan and Haley, Brooke and Mouth. None of them remotely mad at me, or mad at Sawyer. Though it wasn't my fault.
It was his fault.
I didn't reveal this, during the long night that followed. Neither of us mentioned how it had happened, none of them pressed. If he'd been a stranger, or if he'd been drunk, they'd have been furious. But he wasn't, and he hadn't been, so they were willing to accept him as their Sawyer again.
Eventually I feel into a light sleep. It was packed with odd, jerky dreams of my times with Jenny and the three of us together. When I woke up, I was breathless and felt considerably less rested.
As I looked around the waiting room, blinking to get used to the harsh light, John walked in. Simultaneously, Tess and I sprang from our seats and ran into his arm. He caught both of us and squeezed.
I pulled away and looked back at Sawyer, looking at me with a wounded puppy look. I looked between them three times before migrating over to where my parents were sitting, talking quietly.
I watched as Tess and John greeted each other before focusing my attention on my parents. I only caught snippets of their conversation:
"I can't lose her, Pey."
"How could this happen to us?"
"She's going to be okay, she has to be."
"Callie will be devastated."
"Should we call..?"
I turned guiltily away from them and uncomfortably tried to settle myself on the hard, plastic hospital chair. I dodged everyone's look of sympathy as Sawyer came over and dropped onto the chair beside me.
Perhaps some looks could kill, but mine couldn't. Knowing what I needed, he pulled me onto my lap and settled me in the only way I could conceivably sleep. He ignored my resisting and put my head on his chest. He held me while I squirmed, and continued to hold me after I gave up squirming. He put his coat over me as I finally began to drift off to sleep.
"Jenny?" my dream self said.
"Hey little sister," she said.
From no where Sawyer appeared. He came toward us, and I put my arms out. At the last second he turned to Jenny and folded her into his embrace. They fit perfectly together.
"But what about me?"
"You have them," said Sawyer. Mark and John appeared in front of them, blocking my sister and my husband from view.
"I don't want them! I want you! I love you! I've always loved you!" I cried.
"I used to think that was enough," said Sawyer's voice, as if from a million miles away.
"It is…"
"It is…"
My voice echoed back to me. They were gone. Everyone was gone.
I woke up, my body freezing with breath. Sawyer was stroking my forehead and whispering into my ear. He rocked me slightly in his arms.
"You're here," I managed to croak.
"Of course I'm here. Are you okay?" he asked anxiously.
"I had a nightmare. I'm fine. This is a terrible place," I whispered.
"Yeah," he said. He ran a finger down my face and pushed a lock of hair behind my ear.
"It's your fault we're here," I said, turning away from him but not attempting to move from his embrace.
After a few more hours, a nurse came out and came to where we were sitting.
"She needs a blood transplant, but her blood is rare. Do any of your have the same type?" she asked.
"My daughter, Callie," said Daddy immediately. I sat up quickly and looked at them.
"Your daughter, Callie Jagielski?" asked the nurse. She looked at me.
"Callie Scott," said Sawyer quickly. I gave him a death glare over my shoulder before turning back and nodding.
"Half sister?"
"No. Well technically yes, same Dad, different Mom. She's married, to Sawyer Scott, their son," said Daddy, indicating Nathan and Haley. The nurse raised your eyebrows.
"How old are you, fifteen?" she asked in surprise.
"Not exactly the matter at hand, but I'm seventeen. Where do I need to go?" I asked.
"With me. I need your guardian to sign permission, and we have to ask you some questions, but pretty soon you'll be good to go," she said.
I followed her to another room where I sat on a hospital bed and said that I wasn't taking drugs, pregnant or a raging alcoholic. After a short while she put a needle in my arm and began to draw blood. A lot of it. By the time she was finished, I was feeling woozy. She helped me down from the gurney and I stumbled to the door.
Sawyer was waiting for me, and looked anxious while I took halting, awkward steps toward the waiting room.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, they took a lot. I feel kind of woozy," I said. He looked concerned again. I looked back at him, and it seemed as though the same thought passed through both of our heads.
Silently, avoiding his eyes, I lifted up my arms and he picked me up as he'd done only the night before, when life had been so simple.
Everyone looked anxious as he set me down and steadied me with his hands.
"Did they tell you anything? Do you feel okay?" asked Mom, reaching for my hand.
"I'm fine. They didn't say. I guess they didn't say anything to you?"
"Only that it would be a while. Go back to sleep," said Daddy gently.
"You too," I requested, afraid of his red rimmed eyes.
Author's note again: Sorry to AN again, but I have a request. After this is done I'm going to write an OC fic, and I need help with second season details. And I need someone who has seen every episode and is willing to answer finicky questions. If you are, I'd be happy to give away exclusive spoilers to that story after it stars, and other things if you'd like. I'd really appreciate it, thanks! And I don't need first season details, only second.
