Chapter Fifteen

It had been nearly three days since the shooting. Amy was tired and stiff from sleeping in a small, old, uncomfortable hospital chair beside Jack's bed. Bobby hadn't been in once, not once. At first it had stung that he didn't care enough to come and see his little brother but then it occurred to Amy that he cared too much.

Amy was only just able to bare the pain of seeing Jack in his weakened state, but what if it was too much for Bobby. She couldn't judge him. He had called that morning saying he was going to see Green's funeral with Angel and Jeremiah.

"Hey you!" Amy looked at the door. Camille was standing there with Amelia and Daniella in toe.

"Hi Camille, hi girls." The girl rushed over and hugged Amy. Camille came over and sat beside her

"How have you been?" Concern filled the older woman's eyes.

"I've been better," Amy answered through a weak smile.

"Well, Bobby said he was sorry he couldn't come sooner but he sent this." Camille handed Amy a small leather bag she had been holding. Amy rifled through it, there were a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck.

"Ah great clean clothes." Amy smiled.

"Oh, yeah and I brought you this, figured Bobby wouldn't think to." Camille handed her another bag, this one was a small pink My Little Pony backpack, obviously belonging to one of the girls.

It had in it some sandwiches, a thermos and some clean underwear. "Ah, thanks Camille!" Amy through her arms around the woman's neck.

"My, pleasure. I wish I could stay longer but I gotta get the girls back home." She got up collecting her girls. "I am sure Jack will be fine Amy." Amy smiled weakly.

"Thanks Camille."

Amy sat straight up. She was in her clean clothes lying across two chairs her knee over their arms. She was having a nightmare.

She covered her face with her hands, rubbing the heel of her palms into her eyes until white spots appeared in her vision. She blinked them away.

Getting up she sat on the edge of Jacks bed. The nurse had said talking to him might help him wake up. Personally Amy thought that was crap but what the hell.

"Jack?" Okay this was just stupid. "Uh…I…uh," She looked around the small room. "I just had a nightmare…ha," She stuttered about to get up and move back to her chair but she stopped at a noise.

"Nightmares are for pansies." She spun around to see Jack furrow his brow before opening his eyes and looking at Amy trying to get her in focus. She stood staring at him grasping for air trying her best not to faint.

"Jack…oh Jack!" She sighed coming and sitting beside him taking his hand in hers. God it felt good for him to squeeze back.

"Hey you," And that was when Amy burst into tears.