Chapter Fourteen
Amy was curled up in a leather-covered chair with a harsh woollen blanket around her staring at nothing.
She was snapped back to reality when her cell phone rang. She flipped it open.
"Amy?" It was Bobby. He had sent Amy in the ambulance with Jack.
"Bobby?"
"Yeah, how is Jack?"
"I…I…" Tears filled Amy's eyes and choked her voice. "I don't know Bobby, he is in surgery, they…they said he lost a lot of blood…. no one will tell me anything, if I ask they just say he is still in surgery." Amy was talking fast, really fast.
"Look, Amy calm down,"
"How the hell am I supposed to calm down Bobby?"
"I know it is hard but you gotta be strong for Jack okay? I am sure he will be fine now he is in the hospital okay?"
Amy was looking at Jack. He was pale, really pale. His right knee was in a big cast. His left knee just had three grazes on it but his right one was blown to shit from the machine gun shots.
"Miss?" Amy's head swivelled around to face the nurse, she seemed really, really young.
"Sorry, I…um…what?"
"Well," The nurse seemed uncomfortable talking to the emotional strained Amy. "The surgeon was able to remove all the bullets from Mr. Mercers leg and chest, there shouldn't be any infection…"
"What do you mean shouldn't, will there be or won't there be?" Amy demanded from the nurse who jumped at the harshness of the words coming from the girl who would barely form a sentence a few seconds ago.
"There is no way to tell." Amy stared the girl down until she went back to the chart at the end of the bed. A surgeon walked into Jack's room.
"Miss…uh…Mercer?" Amy looked at her hands. That was the name Bobby had given the driver of the ambulance.
"Yes?" Amy looked up.
"Well, as the nurse said, the operation was successful, but…" Amy's head snapped around from Jack's lifeless body to the doctor.
"But what?" She demanded starting to shake.
"Well, it seems Mr. Mercer has fallen into a coma and whether he wakes up or not is still very up in the air." Amy felt like she was gonna be sick, she put her head in her hands. The doctor's pager went off. "I am sorry, another gunshot vic, I have to go. I am very sorry Miss Mercer."
With that he was gone. The nurse stood around for a while before shuffling out of the room. Amy's eyes filled with tears.
She looked at Jack. He didn't seem to look like Jack, no smile, no green eyes, nothing, just lying there still. Amy pulled her chair to beside his bed taking his cold lifeless hand in her two small ones. She managed a small watery smile as she remembered the first time she met Jack and what she had thought when she shook his hand. She even managed a small laugh when she thought she wasn't disappointed. The laugh seemed to ring out through the room; the smile vanished from her face replaced by tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Oh Jack…"