Chapter 9: Not That…Please! ("Your Eyes" is made by Alexz Johnson)
"Jude…" William's voice came out of nowhere while on the road. I looked at him and I try not to cry:
"Yeah, William?"
"You want to work on a song right now…" He wheezed and coughed throatily.
"You're hurt…" I sighed, "You want to do the song after…" He began to sing and ignored me:
If I was drowning in the sea,
Would you dive right in and save me?
If I was falling like a star,
Would you be right there to catch me?
If I was dreaming of your kiss,
Would you look right through me?
On the street I'm waiting…
In my heart it's raining…
He coughed and stopped singing. "Jude… This song is really about anyone that you trust. Will someone risk everything justto keep you safe?" William touched my face with his blood-soaked hands. He closed his eyes and didn't say a word. The car stopped in front of Turner Towers, William's place. The valet comes in the side of the Viper and he and Tommy had a conversation. Then the valet gasped as he saw me holding the injured William. He opened the door and I went out the car. The valet carries William and said:
"Ms. Harrison…Thanks for bringing William home…I'll send him to the infirmary…"
"Can I be with him…Jenks?" I interrupted. He nodded with self-reliance and corrected his name for me.
"It's Mr. Jenkins…Jude… and yes you can go with William." He went inside the building and I followed.
"Jude, are you going to be all right alone?" Tommy asked.
"I'll be fine, Tommy…" I nodded and Tommy went back to his Viper and drove off through the rainy streets.
We wind up in the lobby of the building. The receptionist came rushing to the valet, and she phones in the people at the infirmary:
"We need stretchers in the lobby now!" A person wheeling the stretcher came by and went right next to me. He wore blue scrubs, has latex gloves on both hands, and has a black stethoscope around his neck.
"William's hurt, Joe…"
"What's the damage, Mr. Jenkins?" The person asked. Jenkins, the valet, drops William on the stretcher and walks away with blood all over his suit. He turned to me and asked: "Will you tell me what happened, ma'am?"
"I'll try…I saw him with a limp and have cuts everywhere in his body almost three blocks from my house. He got involved in a car crash a few minutes ago. I saw it in the news and the footage is near my house." I said. "Is it okay if I can be with William right now?"
"Of course…William needs someone at his side right now and I think he needs you more right now…and thank you for giving me this info." He wheeled William off to the elevator and I followed suit.
The doctor and I went inside the elevator and we reached the 3rd floor. The place was like something from that TV show ER except for some drama that the doctors are facing right now. There are practically no patients in the infirmary. He rolled William out of the elevator and the nurses that looked on, speaking softly about me:
"That's Jude Harrison…He loves her?" Another said:
"I think William got into and accident because of her." The doctor wheeling William shushed the nurses as we went on to a door. Then, the doctor blocked my way said:
"Jude…you're going to have to wait here." He went inside the room and I asked:
"Wait…I can't wait…."
"He'll be fine…Don't worry…He'll be expecting the most paramount care from us." He said at ease. I sighed and thought what the heck…let's hope he's a man of his word.
"I hope so…" I said warily. He closes the door and I sat at the bench. I closed my eyes and thought I sure hope William is really OK…
Three minutes turn to thirty minutes…thirty minutes turn to one hour…I just kept pacing like a dad expecting a newborn baby. I wasn't excited…I was nervous. I would always think about those words that William sang and thought of a chorus, but I didn't write the words down. I thought of the time I look at William's eyes the first time I met him. Every time I look at him, I feel like a 5 year old and always looking for help:
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak, I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you
Then William's dad comes rushing to the infirmary. He stood right next to me. He looks at his 50's and he has white hair much like Donald Trump, which actually better suits him than the Don. He has blue eyes and has glasses on. He wore a black Italian suit and he has a bodyguard right next to him. He's Caucasian and I realize why William had that stern, Irish accent; his dad:
"Ms. Harrison…Jude…thank you for bringing our William home…I would've called the army just to find him." He said. He took off acloth and wiped my face that had William's blood. He hugged me like I was one of his own and continued: "Let's just hope he's OK."
"I'd agree…" I said like I know what he is talking.
"Care to take a seat, Jude?" I shook my head, "Oh, ok…" He sat down and calls his bodyguard.
"Mr. Turner…I was wondering…What was William's job before he went to G Major?" I asked intriguingly. The bodyguard moved away from Mr. Turner and sat two seats away from him. Mr. Turner spoke:
"He was a great writer…did some plays in college…Wrote a LOT of songs in those plays, too." He calls for his bodyguard again and tells something at a whisper. The bodyguard walked away from the both of us. He continued: "He worked at McDonalds about a month ago; he got fired because he argued with a customer at the register. After he got fired, he asked me to get a job for him. He winds up working at G Major as an assistant and the rest are history."
"Why did he want a job?" I asked.
"He wants to save money to construct a new theatre here in Toronto…"
"But you guys are rich…" I interrupted.
"I know…I just wanted to see if William can accomplish this task without asking me for money…and he almost did it…200 dollars more he would've done it…" He sighed and took off his glasses and puts them in his coat pocket. "I thought of William having a girl and you're the perfect one in William's eyes. He always talks to me every night on the phone about you being a great musician. His other girl, Katherine, just wanted his money…But you, you wanted his love… I can see that…" Then the doctor that wheeled William had a macabre look in his face.
"Ma'am…Mr. Turner…I have some bad news…" I sighed exasperatedly and Mr. Turner sat down. I thought, No…please…not that…