Chapter 4

The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.

Anonymous.

Dylan, Jim and Cindy were still waiting for news, on Brenda, the time seemed to be ticking by. Dylan was shaking his leg nervously. The three of them sat quietly looking at the doors. Looking up every time someone came through, and disappointed and apprehensive every time they person walked past them.

The cop came back, "Im sorry Mr McKay, but I really need to speak to you about what happened".

Dylan looks to Jim. "It's ok, I'll stay with you. That is ok officer, isn't it?"

"Yes, he can have you with him". He stands in front of the poster blocking the Eiffel Tower that was haunting Dylan. "Can you tell you me what happened".

Closing his eyes, Dylan crying, told the officer the same story he told the Walsh patents of what happened.

"Thank you, that will be all for now. Your statement backs up, the accounts of other witnesses. So far the driver has pleaded not guilty, but I can tell you he has be remaindered in custody, so it's likely at present you will have to go to court to give evidence".

Jim looks puzzled, at the floor, glancing at Dylan then the officer. "You have something to charge him with?"

Officer "I can't go into it further at present, as the case is on going, but we will keep you updated. And either myself or a colleague will be along later to check on your daughter".

He looks at Dylan and gets no response from his outstretched hand. Jim rises to shake it. "Thank you, officer". The officer shakes his hand, nods and leaves.

~oOoOo~

Slight flash back,

Willie "Brandon phone" he shouts across the pit.

Brandon frowns, he doesn't usually get calls at work, and wonders who it could be, rubbing the a back of his head. He wishes the dull headache he'd had for the last half an hour would go. As he walked towards the phone, he stumbled, that was the third time he'd done that. He wondered if he'd pulled something as he had a twinge in his thigh. He hobbled across the pit, to the phone.

Steve and Andrea are sitting at the counter, sipping on cokes, while waiting for their food. Seeing the look of shock on Brandon's face and colour drain from it. They both get up and go behind the counter as they see him slide down the wall to the floor.

"Brandon, Brandon", they hear Cindy call through the phone, sounding desperate and slightly hysterical. They look at each other then at Brandon, before Steve decides to pick up the phone.

"Cindy, it's Steve is everything ok?" Listening to her, he also looks shocked. "Ok, ok it's fine we'll bring him".

Nat was now hovering over them, seeing Brandon, scrunched on the floor, holding his head, silent tears trailing down his face.

Steve stands up, replacing the receiver. As he does so, Donna and David enter the pit and join them, noticing a huddle.

"Whats up", David says, noticing Steve looking shocked and Brandon distressed.

"It's Brenda, she's been in a an accident, she got run over". He pauses looking at each of gang, "It sounds serious, she's been rushed to hospital". Steve shakes his head, and bends down in front of Brandon, putting a hand on each of his shoulders, and squeezing them. "Bro, I know this is hard, but we need to get you up, and get you to the hospital". Brandon raises his head and looks at his friend, nodding. Steve stands and offers his hands to Brandon, who grasps them, and pulling him up from the floor.

Steve looks between the shocked faces. "I'll take, Brandon in my car, David you drive Andrea in Brandon's car, ok", everyone nods, "And Donna can follow us".

"Steve", Nat calls as they start to walk away. Steve turns to look at him. "Call me, please, let me know how she is". Steve nods. "I'll come up the hospital as soon as I can".

Steve one side of Brandon and David the other, manage to walk him out of the pit.

Willie and Nat watch them go. Willie is tearing up, "No, no our Lavern, she can't be hurt".

Nat shakes his head. "I know my friend, I know. She's a good kid, one of the best. A lovely girl with a heart of gold. Let's hope she's ok".

~oOoOo~

Doctor Beachump comes out of the ER holding a clipboard, and looks towards Dylan. Seeing him she walks over to him, "Dylan wasn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is", rising, resting his hand on Jim's shoulder to push himself up, he stood in front of her.

Holding the folder in front of her, she looked at the two other people now standing with Dylan.

"How is she, is she ok, please say she is ok?" He begs her.

"I'm sorry but I really need to speak to her next of kin". Again eyeing the people with him.

Dylan jerked his hand holding Mr Pony towards them, "These are her parents, Jim and Cindy Walsh".

"I'm her father Doctor, and this is my wife Cindy, her mother. Please tell us, how are daughter is".

"Why don't we talk on the relatives room". The doctor suggestions.

Dylan, Cindy and Jim share worried looks. And follow the Doctor down the hall.

~oOoOo~

Author notes

Sorry for the long delay, in updating this, I've not forgotten about it. I've just struggled with the second part of this chapter, and some of the medical stuff. So I thought I'd break it in two and give you the first half.

I really want to finish this one, and have written the last chapter, so please review, and keep me motivated to continue it and get to that point.