Chapter Nine

Progress Report: Missing You To Death

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His finger twitched. It was such a small movement, so tiny and miniscule that it was almost inconceivable how this tiny spasm of a muscle in his index finger could effect a person so much.

Lain Bishop stopped breathing. It as only for a minute, but she was sure. Ever so sure that if she stopped breathing, and held her breath for just that moment, he would come back.

But He didn't.

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Laine walked slowly into the hall of the hospital, the faded patterns of tears on her face, green pajama bottoms and a pink sweatshirt clothing her. She had done this. It was her that had pushed him to the limit. Forced him to attempt suicide.

She closed her eyes as she placed her hand on the guard rail. Her legs shook under he own body weight. Her memory was short, but she knew what had happened to her. She had been in a comatose-like state for almost two weeks. Two more weeks gone to waste. Two more weeks stolen from her life.

The doctors didn't know what was wrong with her, but she did. Deep down she knew. The anemia, the sick feeling in her stomach, the horrible muscle cramps. It was just like when she was thirteen. Only this time, no one was going to die so that she could live. She had received her second chance at life, and now it was her turn to give someone a few more years.

That's why she had moved down to the first floor of the large hospital, though she would never tell Derek. She wanted to get to know the children that would someday soon get her body parts. Her liver would go to Daniel Morgan, ages even. Her lungs, to Jonathan Carter, age 31, father to Lucie and Kenn. And her heart was to go to Alexei Banning, but even the promise of a new heart couldn't help him hold on, so now it would go to Jessica Sherman, 15.

She wanted to get to know the people who would get to do the things that she would never get to do, see things that she would never get to see. She wanted to get to know the people who would do good things in the world, be good people. She wanted to meet the people who would carry on her legacy.

She let out a sigh, long and sad as she began to feel drained, but she didn't let it effect her. She had to be strong, if not for herself, then for Derek. She knew that physically, it had been two weeks since she had seen Derek. Two weeks was a long time. 14 days, 336 hours, 20160 minutes, 1209600 seconds. It had been 14 days since she had smiled. Two weeks since she had been happy.

Laine turned the corner. She didn't know who she was looking for, but she felt that she had to keep walking all the way back to Derek's room. She had to go back because if she just went back to her room and took a nap, and just laid there waiting to die, without seeing Derek's face, she would never be able to forgive herself.

If she just kept walking, it was like she was giving up on Derek.

And she could never do that, not after all he had done for her. And in the bottom of her heart, she knew that if it hadn't been for Derek, she wouldn't be alive that day.

Derek helped her through every day. He helped to keep her strong, to keep her holding on. Before she had met Derek, she had placed very little value on her life, and now that she had him, living meant everything to her.

Before she had Derek in her life, everything was dull, but once she met him, it was like a veil had been lifted from the world.

She took a deep breath before entering again, and when she stepped back into the hospital room. She had also stepped over a line in her heart. She began to feel feelings of deep sadness that she had never felt before.

She walked over to Derek's bed solemnly to the same place where she had sat before. Except this time it was different. Last time she had sat in this chair, she had a devout feeling of hope, but now she was hopeless. She had never been like this before. Never been in this state of depression. This was such a classic tale, Laine couldn't help but think in her mind. A tale of two star-crossed lovers.

At that moment she felt that she would of given him anything, anything she could if only he would just open his eyes.

But he never did.

So she just sat there. Like she had on so many other occasions, an she wasn't leaving him. Not now, not ever.

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She was shifted awake by a rustling body coming through the door. Even though she was awake, it took her several moments to muster up all the energy inside of her to move her head off Derek's bed. Eyes still closed, she raised her head, scratching and moving her blonde hair out of her way, green eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. She didn't know how long she had been out, and she didn't care. All that she knew was that Derek was still gone.

Her eyes shifted to the door, and they narrowed in hatred. She was faced with the stature of a person who kept good health. 140 pounds five foot six with chestnut brown hair immaculately kept. She was faced with none other than the silhouette of Casey MacDonald.

Casey looked at her not knowing what to say. Her mouth was silent and her eyes were blank, as if to look at Laine for the answer. Lain stared at her. She didn't like Casey. She never had. It was just a thing understood between them. At school, Casey was part of the group of studious girl, and Laine was part of the- not so studious girls. The girls that were more into partying and having fun, and if that meant smoking and drinking- then so be it. Laine had denied it for years, but she was part of the popular group. They were the girls who acted like a friend to your face, but once you turned your back, they were gone.

What had taken Casey so long? She knew from the many things that Derek told her that this was Casey's first visit, and all of a sudden, anger swelled up inside of her. Where had Casey been when Derek had needed her the most? Probably at home, feeling sorry for herself or with that backstreet boy look alike Sam Cooper.

Laine's eyes shot daggers for just seconds before calming herself. She took a deep breath as she squeezed Derek's hand gently. She didn't know if he would want her to be there, but what she did know was that he needed love, and for just a second, Laine pushed all of her anger aside. "Come on and sit down-" Laine said as she nodded her head towards a chair on the other side of the bed.

Casey let out what looked like a sigh of relief, but Laine didn't care.

Her job wasn't to cordial and polite. Not to make conversation or to care what was on her mind. She didn't have to listen to this girls problems. But apparent ally, she had never met Casey MacDonald.

"I wasn't sure weather or not to come-" the girl spat at a mile a minute "But it seemed like a good thing to do. It seemed like it needed to be done-"

Casey stopped talking, noticing the look in Casey's eye. She couldn't quite place that look, but silenced herself anyways.

So they sat. In silence. The two women who were in love with DerekVenturi.
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Hey. There was actually more to this chapter, but I got sick of typing. I should have it up this weekend.
Read and Review. Love,Aiden.