A new face after the race
Chapter 58
The doctor turned towards the doors, fixing his ears on the doors and which one it was coming from. He turned to the right one and entered to find one of his patients sitting up in bed and pulling the cords and IV's from his arms.
"Lucky! What is the meaning of this?" The doctor demanded his hands on his hips.
Lucky ignored the doctor and got himself free from the machines and cords sticking him in this room. His head was killing him and every movement hurt, causing some misery on Lucky's part, but he barely noticed. This wasn't about him. It was about Emily.
"Lucky? Would you care to answer my question?" The doctor approached Lucky.
Lucky rolled his eyes and answered the doctor, "Emily." He said with determination.
The doctor took Lucky's arm and tried pulling him back into bed. "Emily can wait." He insisted.
Lucky pulled his arm from the doctor, causing him to get dizzy, but again he didn't let it bother him. There were worst things. "No she can't." He insisted slightly annoyed and angry. This man was keeping him from the most important thing in his life.
Bobbie stood in the doorway, as the doctor noticed this. "Bobbie, tell your nephew to get back into bed." He commanded Bobbie to do so.
Bobbie just ignored the doctor's orders. "Do you want me to get you a wheel chair Lucky?" She asked him.
Lucky thought about shaking his head, but thought against it. "No." He replied firmly. A wheelchair would just take longer than what was absolutely necessary. Between the times it took to get it and to go around all those curves was just a complete waste of time. "Just help me up. I'm not sure my ankle could hold me up." He asked of her and Bobbie gladly complied.
The doctor rubbed his temples. These Spencers were stubborn ones alright. "I don't think that this is wise. Your head wound is very serious, any sudden movements may…" He persuaded Lucky otherwise.
Lucky really rolled his eyes this time and interrupted him. "No, what is unnecessary are you taking up my precious time and Emily's with this useless jibber jabber." Lucky said rudely.
"This useless jibber jabber may save your life." The doctor responded.
"Can it save Emily's?" Lucky asked him.
"Well, no. I can't do much with Emily anymore. It's all up to her and the medicine I gave her now." The doctor replied truthfully.
"Then you can't help me." He alleged and without another nasty word toward the doctor, he was on his way to Emily.
On the way Bobbie told Lucky what was happening with Emily. "She isn't doing very well and is having breathing problems. She's on an oxygen mask at the moment, from what I hear the oxygen still isn't getting to her heart, causing it some considerable stress." She updated Lucky.
Lucky flinched with almost unbearable pain as he walked, but didn't let it stop him from his destination. "So she's at a threat of a heart attack?" He asked his aunt.
"I believe so. There are numerous other possibilities, but that is probably the worst that can happen." Bobbie explained to her nephew.
"The medicine isn't doing its job?" Lucky assumed, if it reached this level of danger.
"No, not really and the oxygen isn't helping as much as we'd like." Bobbie replied as they got to Emily's hospital room.
"Then let me talk to her, alone preferably." Lucky had faith in himself that he'd make Emily want to get better. He had to.
Bobbie wasn't sure about the alone part, but respected Lucky's wishes. "Of course, as soon as we get you settled in by Emily, I'll go tell your father that you're your always stubborn, determined self." Bobbie commented.
"You wouldn't have it any other way." Lucky responded.
Bobbie smiled and organized a chair near the bedside. Sonny was gone and outside, hoping Lucky could help. "Your right, I wouldn't." She sat him down in it. "Do you know where you saw your father last? Or where he went." She asked him.
"I sent him out, but I assume he's on the pay phone or on his cell calling mom." Lucky told her.
Bobbie nodded and left Lucky be, alone with Emily, just as he wished it. He reached for her hand and held it between his, placing a small kiss on the top side of it. Then he settled his chin on top of it, telling her that he was there for her.
He said nothing, just sat there and waited in a silent vigil for Emily to wake up, make some movement, something that would announce the still young life she held was still there.
He watched the machines and waited for…something. He didn't know what to expect, didn't know what would happen, didn't know what to say or do to give her the comfort and support she needed.
Minutes or hours later, Lucky didn't know and didn't particularly care, that something he wanted to happen happened. He was watching the machines closely, making notice of the slightest increase or decrease.
Her blood pressure was at two hundred give or take a small change at one moment before dropping significantly. He watched as it fell to one ninety, to one seventy-five, to one fifty-five, finally a little lower to one thirty two, a more normal blood pressure.
He cracked a big smile and realized that his silent touch and presence had helped as the medicine finally worked, concentrating on the machines, so much he didn't notice when Emily's chocolate brown eyes opened slightly.
It was only when she tried breathing some cool air when she choked on the oxygen she was given, thanks to the oxygen mask he noticed. He reached up and flinching some at the slight movements he had to make to do so, but the reward to see her awake and well was well enough for all the painful work he had to do to be worth it.
"Emily, you had us worried there." He choked out, so happy to see her live and well again, so much no one would or could understand.
"You're crying." Emily replied, softly and very tiredly.
Lucky laughed and wiped at the tears. "So I am." He didn't even notice he was doing so though he felt the tears sliding down from his eyes to elsewhere.
"Don't cry." Emily insisted, placing a hand on his cheek, only to make more tears of happiness fall. She was so cold still, but there was such a friendly feel of it. He took it in his hands.
"I'll try." He replied and worked on controlling his evaporating salt.
Emily managed a small smile before turning her head slightly on the pillow and falling asleep. He was still crying some.
Author's note: Okay, a small short chapter, most likely my shortest yet, but its sweet and to the point. E.B.F.R…you like? Hehe.