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Lilly pressed her head into the pillow and closed her eyes. Her eyes fluttered open just as quickly as they had shut. She couldn't get images of the shooting out of her head. She looked around the room she was in, desperate to find a distraction. There was a small television hanging from the wall, but beside it was a clock telling her that it was nearly four in the morning. Lilly knew from experience that there was never anything good on at four in the morning.
She watched the clock for a few minutes. The second hand slowly made its way around the clock. The longer Lilly watched, the slower the hand seemed to move. She finally pulled her eyes away and continued to explore the small room with her eyes. There were a few chairs for visitors, some machines, and a window that had a wonderful view of the roof of another building. Great, she thought. She had hoped she'd at least be able to watch cars drive by, but that was out.
Her eyes traveled over to the door. The hallway was quiet. Every once in a while a nurse would walk by, but other than that there was nothing interesting going on out there. Her eyes flicked back up towards the clock. She cursed herself for doing so. Not even a minute had passed since she tore her eyes away from it in the first place.
Her eyes finally focused on the tiles of the ceiling. She closely examined each individual tile for marks, chips, or any other abnormalities. It definitely wasn't exciting, but it was the only thing she could come up with to distract herself. She was exhausted, but every time she allowed her eyes to close, images flashed through her head. Images she was trying so hard to forget.
For two hours her eyes scanned the ceiling, the walls, even the floor. Finally she heard the door open, and watched as the doctor who had just entered her room flicked the light on. At first she couldn't see a thing. The sudden brightness of the room nearly blinded her. When her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she saw the doctor standing by her bed.
The doctor smiled at her and made polite conversation with her as he examined her wound. Lilly watched as her doctor pulled away the bandages and exposed the hole in her shoulder. Even though she was used to seeing gunshot wounds, seeing one on her own body made her feel a bit ill.
Her doctor explained and showed her how to clean the wound before he replaced the bandages with new ones. Lilly was relieved when her doctor finally left. He was a nice enough guy, but he was so excited and eager. Kind of reminded her of a little kid, and she really didn't have the patience to deal with kids at that particular moment.
Lilly finally grabbed for the remote control for the television, figuring there must be something on first thing in the morning. She flicked the channel to a morning news program, and tossed the remote onto the bed beside her. She glanced at the clock, and realized the program must have just been starting as it was just shortly after seven in the morning.
Lilly groaned when the news portion of the program started
"In a hostage situation last night at the Philadelphia Police Department, gunshots were fired leading to a death and two injured homicide detectives. No names have been released at this time," the woman on the screen explained. The television showed an image of the police department. Lilly grabbed the remote and shut the television off. She didn't want to have to think about it, and the news definitely wasn't helping.
She was relieved when just a moment later a woman came into her room with a tray of food. Lilly knew that hospital food was never any good, and she had absolutely no appetite, but she figured at least trying to eat it would pass some time. The woman placed the tray onto the table and Lilly thanked her before she left.
The meal wasn't all that bad, but Lilly still picked at it. She wasn't at all hungry. She finally pushed the plate away from her after forcing a few bites of toast. She glanced up at the clock again and pondered how long she'd have to stay. She hoped she'd be released that day but figured that was unlikely. She had come close to dying the night before. She had lost a lot of blood and she knew that without the drugs flowing steadily through her IV, she'd be in a lot of pain.
"You know, starin' at that thing ain't gonna make it move any quicker," a familiar voice spoke. Lilly nearly jumped when he started to speak, but was happy to see him. "How you feelin'?" her partner asked as he sat in one of the visitor chairs.
Lilly laughed slightly at the question. Scotty was surprised by this, but waited for her to answer his question. "Bored," she finally sighed. "You'd think a hospital would provide more entertainment for it's patients," she added.
"I'm sure there's somethin' worth watchin' on tv," Scotty said before he reached for the television remote. He hit the power button and the same morning show was still on. Lilly looked away from the television immediately, but she could still here it. The woman was either still talking about the night before, or she was talking about it again. Either way, Lilly didn't want to hear it.
"Turn it off," she breathed, her eyes closed tight. It took Scotty a few seconds to realize what the problem was, but as soon as he figured it out, he hit the power button on the remote.
"I'm sorry Lil'," he apologized quickly. "You okay?" he asked, the worry obvious in his voice.
"I'm fine," Lilly said, still looking away from Scotty and the television. She hated that question more than anything. She was great at keeping her feelings to herself, but when someone asked her that question, it was that much harder to hide the feelings. Lilly kept her eyes closed tight in a desperate attempt to force back any tears that may have wanted to make their ways down her cheeks.
"Lil'," Scotty started, but Lilly immediately interrupted him.
"I don't want to talk about it Scotty," Lilly said forcefully. Her voice was quiet, but she made her message clear. Scotty could tell that she wasn't okay, but he wasn't exactly ready to talk about the night before either. He felt extremely guilty for her being shot. Had he pulled the trigger a few seconds sooner than he had she would be fine. But, he was too late. He didn't know how to forgive himself for not being fast enough.
Scotty nodded before he stood up. "I gotta get to work. But if you need anything, anything at all, you know how to reach me. I don't care what time it is, just call and I'll pick up," Scotty promised. Lilly nodded, her eyes still closed, her goal of not crying growing more and more unattainable.
"Thanks," Lilly whispered before Scotty left the room. She was glad he left when he did, because seconds after he disappeared into the hallway, the tears started spilling out of her eyes. Lilly turned her head towards the window. She hoped that if anyone were to come into her room that they'd assume she was asleep.
Lilly closed her eyes and forced the tears to stop. She didn't fall asleep, but she did lay like that for a very long time. She ignored the hospital workers that came in and out of her room occasionally. She pretended to be asleep so that they wouldn't bother her, and they didn't. When she finally felt like opening her eyes and checking the time again, she was surprised to see someone sitting in one of the visitor chairs.