Thanks to all your amazing reviews I've decided to continue on with 'Awake'. I hope you like this chapter just as much(or more) than the first one! R&R!

Ronnie POV

Chapter 2: My Danielle

My back pressed against the hospital wall, one hand doing the same and the other wrapped tightly around the disability bar, I watched, my jaw dropping as nurses flooded through the ward room doors like a stampede of elephants on a mission to retrieve their food and water. They crowded around her making it impossible for me to see her beautiful angel-like face. That was who she was after all; an angel, my angel.

"Miss Mitchell, could you step outside for a moment?" a black haired tanned nurse tapped me on the shoulder with a hand as delicate as a dainty flower and ushered me graciously out of the room. I was no longer provided with the ability to refuse this task and so let the nurse lead me from the room and into the dusk, chilly hallway. Only seconds before I was forced to exit the room, I gripped my slim fingers around the side of the door, my mouth still stammering and my fingers losing strength. I stretched out my arm halfway and as my arm lay midway in the air it began to crumble as I burst into expected tears. I wished I could see her, cradle her in my arms, all to acknowledge that she was very much alive and well.

The tears which flowed heavily from my saddened, yet in some ways relieved, eyes strained an enormous amount of pressure upon myself and I broke down, my knees almost buckling. Before I could collapse fully, the nurse dragged me onto a nearby waiting chair and set me down to weep tears of joy and tears of regret in my own time. Surprised by this elegant flower of a person's sudden strength, I gazed up into her hazel eyes.

"Miss Mitchell, Danielle's OK. It's just a routine check. Completely normal", the nurse smiled weakly, placing a thin, slender arm on my shoulder.

"I know, I know", I wept, wiping the tears from the corner of my eyes, "I know that all fine and well. But it's... it's to do with the past".

I felt myself slipping further and further down the growing black hole within my confusing, unpredictable life. I didn't feel like digging up the past. Especially not to random strangers. I peered down, avoiding any eye contact.

"I see, Miss Mitchell. I understand one hundred percent. I can't change the past, Miss Mitchell, whatever it may be, however, I can assure you that in this present moment, Danielle seems in good proportion to recover nicely", she smiled weakly again, flicking a loose strand of pretty black hair from her face.

"Is there...is there anything that could possibly go wrong?" I asked, fearing the absolute worst.

The nurse sighed an unconvincing sigh then looked me directly in the eye, "Of course there is always a chance that something is wrong. In Danielle's condition the chance is higher-"

"But you just said-"

"Miss Mitchell!" she raised her voice slightly, presumably annoyed with me cutting her off in her sentences, "I meant what I said before, that Danielle is one hundred percent OK. Because that's true...at the moment. Honestly, I know how parents get, Miss Mitchell. I've dealt with it all before. Please, I don't want you to worry so let me get on with my job and I'll notify you as soon as soon as possible on any changes in Danielle's condition".

I sighed as she walked away, not knowing whether to feel angry, overjoyed or sad. Who would have thought that elegant flower could be hiding, deep down, an angry hot-headed soul.

I continued to stay seated in the same draughty spot. I tapped my long, impressive nails on the corner of the chair, creating an annoying drumming sound.
"Excuse me", a middle aged woman leaned over from her chair, "Could you please stop that, it's quite annoying". I chuckled, unimpressed. Quite annoying? Did she really think I was bothered about her feeling 'quite annoyed'? The cheek! I raised from my chair, about to give her a proper Ronnie Mitchell speech. I extended my finger and was just about to begin my rant when, all of a sudden, the nurse approached me.

"Miss Mitchell?" she called, her head poking round the side of the door. I detracted my finger and sunk from my high, confident posture to my normal, everyday posture then looked at her, my heart racing. "Would you like to come see Danielle?"

I didn't see the point in her even asking that question. Before she knew it, I was through the door quicker than a cheetah. However, I soon slowed to a halt. I stood, beginning to shake again. As before, I was unsure of what emotion to express. I just saw her. My Danielle. She was sat upright, her beautiful blonde hair ruffled up at the back due to her head being slumped upon the pillow. Her eyes gazed at me blankly, her expression seemed expressionless. It was this, the blank looks and the lack of expression, which prompted me to wonder if everything was indeed alright. She seemed to not be aware of my presence. And if she was...something was forbidding her to act in a way the normal Danielle would. And then I panicked. Maybe it was just typical me, panicking. But this seemed different. I felt like I was panicking for a reason. What was wrong with my child? What was wrong with my Danielle?!

Well did you like this chapter? Sorry for the slow updates but I have another story, 'Scarred', which I'm also writing so bare with me! Hope you liked it anyway! Review Please!!

Georgina =)