you can all stop bititng your nails, heres the next chapter ;)I´m sorry it´s pretty short, and there´s not much happening in it, but oh well...
thanks for the kind reviews everyone and thanks to Disasterfreak who pointed out some, ahem, medical issues in my story and betaed again :)
:PartII:
At first he had driven like a savage, foot firm on the gas pedal and blowing the horn more than once. Then reason had kicked in, and he realized his race was rather futile, seeing as she'd be in surgery for a while anyway. And now that he'd finally made it to the hospital, he wasn't even sure he wanted to go in, and be forced to face the reality he'd wished so hard were only a nightmare. Sighing, he lifted his head from his arm and pushed himself off his car he'd been leaning on. His right hand was numb, indicating how long he had been standing in the same position. He tucked it safely into his jacket pocket, not feeling the warmth it provided against the chill of the night.
Slowly he made his way over to the main entrance, adjusting his eyes to the dazzling lights radiating from the place. He really must have been quite some time standing there in the dark!
At the reception desk he was greeted with a warm smile.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Lilly Rush. She was brought in about one and a half hours ago."
"Are you a member of the family?"
"No, Ma'am. I was with her when the accident happened. We work together," he answered politely.
"Alright."
The lady grabbed the list at her side and studied it with concentration. She looked up at him.
"Miss Lillian Rush?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Scotty's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her name.
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a while. You can sit over there." She pointed to some chairs along the wall and smiled reassuringly. "They're just looking after her at the moment."
He nodded his thanks and strode over to where he'd been told to wait. Miserably, he plopped down on one of the plastic chairs and leaned against the wall. He couldn't think of anything but Lilly. He prayed she'd be alright. No matter how hard he tried to tell himself none of this was his fault, he couldn't help but feel terribly guilty over what had happened.
He was worried, alright, and horribly shaken by the events of the day. But now, with nothing left to do but wait and hope, he realized he also felt something else. More than mere concern toward a partner, or even a friend. A feeling that made him think "I'd shoot myself if that would help her survive", and it scared him. But before he had the chance to deepen into these feelings, he was interrupted by a medic standing over him.
He shook the hand offered, and after introducing himself, was quickly informed about Lilly's condition and treatment, but he couldn't keep track of most things said. All he heard was that Lilly was doing well, and that a full recovery was to be expected.
"May I see her?" he asked hopefully.
"I'm afraid not. She's still in Recovery and she'll be asleep for a while anyway. I advice you to go home and get some sleep yourself, and in the morning come back to see her."
Scotty stared at his feet. He was a little disappointed, but he could also see the doc's point. There really was nothing much left to do for him tonight.
"Alright."
He said his goodbyes and felt the familiar night chill against his skin as he made his way back to the car. The air really was crystal clear. And as he lifted his head, he could see the most beautiful sky.
