Chapter Five

"Okay Lynn they will have the test results back in a few hours. Normally I would say we will call you when they come in, but that would be pointless for you to just wait around at home pacing. So I'll just keep you here, and if you need anything paper work or something like that, just let Jerry or Frank know. I'll come cheek on you in a little bit."

"Thanks Sam you have been a great friend." I give her a small smile as she heads off to help out other people in more need then I am at this moment. Glancing out the into the ER I can't believe how much has happened already in just 24 hours. I get a doctor that isn't really sure he wants to be a doctor. I spend the night in the hospital for no reason at all. And now here I am waiting for my test results.

The results. I shudder at the thought of what the results may say. Sure it could be nothing or it could be something. The something is what scares me the most. Especially since I know there could be something.

Watching all the hustle and bustle of the ER, I notice a few traumas coming through the doors. Some of them looking pretty serious. For one of them I notice Dr. Barnett still in his street cloths performing some sort of emergency surgery right there in the hallway. As I watched this take place I notice how focused he is. Calling out certain tools that he needs, working with us grace it almost seems. I hear Sam call that there is a bed open in trauma two and the paramedics rush the boy into the room.

Ray standing there covered in spattered blood from his neck to mid chest, reaches down to pick up his backpack and guitar. Heading towards the break room, I'm guessing, he stops for a brief second to look at me. I could have sworn that he even gave me a small smile.

Wishful thinking though on my part. I can't believe what I'm doing! Yesterday this so-called doctor didn't get two shits about me, and now I'm infatuated with him. The way he looks, the way he works. Man, there really must be something wrong with my head.

Deciding it will probably still be a long time yet till my results are back. I lay back in my bed, trying to block out the screams that are coming from a few curtains down from where I lay. I close my eyes, and all I can see is Dr. Barnett. Maybe a small infatuation won't be so bad after all.

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"Lynn wake up please."

I feel a strong, but gentle hand on my shoulder shaking me awake. Just when I was about to head into a deep sleep someone wakes me up. That always happens to me, just when I'm about to go into a deep sleep, I get woken up by something or in this case someone. "Hmm, what's going on."

"It's Dr. Barnett I have your test results back from the lab."

Oh boy, the moment of truth is finally upon me. Opening up my eyes slowly trying not to get blinded by the bright light of the hospital. Once my eyes finally against I sit up a little in my bed to get ready for the news. "Okay doctor, give it to me straight what did you find."

"Lynn it turns out you have a small part of muscle bruised on the left side. Probably from a pretty bad fall. The reason why your getting these stabbing like pains on that side is because that part of the muscle isn't getting enough blood and oxygen."

Wow.

"Now this isn't anything life threatening or anything like that. Mainly what we are going to do is take a few more scans to find out exactly where the main problem is. If the problem is small enough, we won't have to do major surgery; but if the problem is major we will have to do surgery to repair the damage tissue. Lynn are you getting all of this?"

"Oh yeah I am. I'm just taking it all in. Basically we are hoping for the best where you can give me some sort of drug or injection of sorts to fix the problem, correct?" I've been around this place long enough, you don't want to go up stairs for any reason.

"Correct. That is all that I have for you right now. Do you have any questions right now?"

"No, not right now. If I do I'll try to get a hold of you or even ask one of the other doctors. Thanks for the information Dr. Barnett." I give him a weak smile as I feel very weak all of a sudden.

"If you would like you can call me Ray."

"Thanks I may just start doing that." With one last small smile from Dr. Barnett he leaves me alone with a lot of weight weighing on my shoulders.

The only good news that he told me was that it wasn't life threatening. Even though back then I did feel my life threatened on many nights, when I was at home. I just pray that what happened then isn't going to effect the rest of my life. It better be a long life yet, I have many things I have yet to do. For one finding me that perfect man that will always be with me know matter what is wrong with me. I just fear that this has already slimmed my chances down quite a bit.