Chapter 10: "1214"
Already giving up any hope as she led him to the elevator by the arm, Benton following with a sympathetic smile on his face.
Luka and Kerry were walking to Kerry's car when it began to pour down with rain, and by the time they made it to Kerry's car they were both soaked through. Kerry got in and put her crutch in the back seats, along with Luka's bag, and Luka got in the passenger side, grateful for the dryness and heat of the car.
"Oh God, that came on all of a sudden" Kerry said while putting the keys in the ignition.
"Yeah" Luka would have said more if it weren't for the fact that he was exhausted, still unable to sleep.
"Well were to?" Kerry turned to Luka and said, with a cheery smile on her face.
20 minutes Later
They had been driving for 20 minutes, with Luka giving Kerry the directions, apart from that there had not been any conversation in the car, and the only sound was the continuous swishing of the wind-shield wipers.
"Just take a left here," Kerry drove for about 10 minutes when she stopped outside a hotel, "Thanks" Luka said with his hand on the door.
"Is your apartment getting fixed or something?" Kerry asked, curious as to why Luka was staying in a hotel when he had been working permanently in the ER for a while now.
"No, I live here, I get discount for treating any sick tourists" he said as he got out of the car, the rain drenching him again, "Thanks for the lift" he was about to shut the door when Kerry turned off the ignition and got out also"
"You probably got that bandage soaked, I should really change it for you" she said as she got a medical bag out of the back seat of the car, along with her crutch, and walked with him into the lobby of the hotel, knowing the real reason was because she wanted to see what the hotel was like.
10 minutes later
10 minutes later they had made it to room 1214; having to wait for the elevator to make stops at 3 other floors. Luka walked ahead of Kerry and opened the door, allowing her to enter in front of him. She walked in and sat down on the sofa that was in the corner of the room, setting her bag down beside her.
Luka walked into the bathroom and came out while towel drying his hair, and handed Kerry a towel also. She took the towel off him and quickly dried off her hair.
"I'm just gonna go change, I'll only be a minute" Luka said as he set down his bag and walked back into the bathroom.
Luka came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of grey pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt.
"I'll just change that bandage now" Kerry said as she got out a pair of latex gloves and a fresh bandage out of her medical bag. Luka sat down on the edge of the bed and lifted up his shirt so Kerry could apply the new bandage.
"There, now I'll leave so that you can get some rest" Kerry said as she put the old bandage and her latex gloves in the bin in the bathroom.
"Thanks again for the lift" Luka said, and Kerry noticed how he never said thanks for the lift home which made her slightly sad. She picked up her bag and walked to the door, Luka behind her, "You have to get the stitches out in a week, right?" Kerry said as she walked out the door, "Yeah, next Thursday" Luka said before he put his hand to his mouth trying to hide that he yawned,
"Well, I can see your tired so maybe I'll see you next Thursday, Bye", Luka said goodbye and then closed the door before releasing a sigh.
Luka walked into the bathroom and filled a glass with water before putting it on the bedside table and then he sat on his bed, wrapping an afghan around himself, before he reached over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer; he pulled out a small white bottle with a sticker saying 'sleeping pills', and poured two into his hand, he then put the bottle back into the top drawer and put the pills into his mouth, swallowed them with the glass of water. He then laid his head down on the pillow, closed his eyes and waited until the pills took effect, knowing they would help get a few hours sleep, hopefully 4 or 5, but like most nights, when the nightmares came he would only get 2 or 3 hours sleep before waking up disoriented for a few moments and then remember how they were taken from him; by this stage he knew would give up any hope of getting any more sleep, he would just lay there reliving the memory of the night he lost everything that meant anything to him.
Eventually the pills took affect and his breathing became steady and rhythmic.
2 hours later
Luka was lying in bed, his breath coming out in gasps, tossing and turning in the bed, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He reached across to the other side of the bed, as if he was trying to reach something. Suddenly he shot up in the bed and he looked around frantically, before he lay his head back down on the pillow, his breathing returning to normal. He looked over at the clock and the red numbers reading 1:30. He got out of the tangled afghan and went into the bathroom; he filled the sink with cold water and splashed it on his face before lifting his head to look in the mirror; he saw how his face was thinner, his face slightly paler, but the thing that stood out the most was the deadness and emptiness that was in his eyes. He quickly averted his eyes and emptied the sink, dried his face and left the bathroom. He walked over and picked up his wallet, looking down on the only picture he had left of them.
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