Author's Note: Sorry about the delay! Lots of stuff going on in the next few weeks!

Chapter 51 – Trevor

Catherine woke with a start. She couldn't remember where she was only for a second, and then she remembered. She had had a headache the last time she woke up but not this time. This time it was gone. She sat up in bed and looked around. The lights were off but there was bright September sunlight pouring through the window. Catherine stretched and swung her legs over the side of the bed. When she caught a glimpse of her bare legs she gasped. There were many cuts and a few bruises. She remembered the bomb. That relived her for a second, being able to remember where she got them, but then she remembered Lindsay. She looked around. She knew Lindsay was here somewhere but she had no idea where. She looked around until she found the nurse call button. She got back in bed and pressed it.

About five minutes later a tall slim nurse walked in. "Ms. Willows! You're awake. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Where's Lindsay?" she asked quickly.

The nurse smiled. "She's in the room next to this one. She just woke up this morning," she looked at her watch, "about an hour ago. I told her you were sleeping and would be in as soon as you could."

"Ok," Catherine said and swung her legs over the side of the bed again.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. You need to take it easy,"

"No, what I need is to see my daughter." Catherine brushed past the nurse and walked out into the hall. She went to the door next to her room and went in without knocking. Lindsay was lying in the bed drinking a glass of juice.

"Mommy!" she shouted when Catherine walked in. Catherine ran over to her as Lindsay stood up in her bed. She hopped into Catherine's arms and Catherine hugged her tight. After a few moments she put her back on the bed and pulled up a chair beside it.

"How you feeling, baby?" she asked, brushing some of Lindsay's bleach blonde hair out of her face.

"I'm good. That nice nurse just gave me some breakfast and she brought it in like you did on by birthday so I could eat it right in my bed!"

Catherine laughed. "Well that was nice of her. Did you say thank you?"

Lindsay nodded and took a bite of the cut up pancakes on her plate.

Catherine sat with her for a little while, talking to her and staying very close.

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Sara woke up the same way Catherine did. She didn't remember where she was at first, then recounted the bomb and Lindsay and all the excitement from the day before. She looked at her clock. 12:38. She sat up in bed. She caught a glimpse of her bare arms and, like Catherine, gasped a little. Cuts and bruises covered them. Most of them were probably from the pavement, but because four people had died, she assumed the blast had been extremely huge.

Sara thought for a moment. She thought about everything that had happened yesterday. It had been a very…interesting day. She sighed. She hoped Nick hadn't let Charlotte go to school; she still wasn't comfortable letting Charlotte out of close cover. Not while George was still loose anyway. She decided to call Nick. She knew he was having fun with Charlotte but she really just wanted to talk to him…to hear his voice. He answered on the fourth ring.

"Nick, how are you doing with Charlotte?"

"She's fine. I didn't think you would want her to go to school today so I called them. I'm just fine too. Are you fine? You sound fine."

Sara smiled. "I'm fine too."

"Charlotte's really excited to see you today. She's been asking all morning when we could go."

Sara's smiled widened. "Well today she can visit me and Lindsay. She woke up this morning."

"Really? Oh that's great." Sara heard Nick talk to Charlotte on the other end of the line. "She wants to talk to you," he said after a moment.

"Mommy, guess what Nick did today?" she asked excitedly.

"What?" Sara had a huge smile on her face.

"He let me stay home from school! Isn't that cool?"

"That's very cool. How has your day been going?"

"Its fun cause me and Nick watched TV and then we went to McDonalds for lunch and now, now we are playing with crayons and mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Guess what Nick drawed for me?"

"What?"

"A bear! Just like Chester! And then he drawed a bunch of other bears and guess what?"

"What?"

"They are all one big family!"

Sara laughed. "That sounds like lots of fun."

"It is, and guess what Nick said we would do later?!"

"What?"

"He said that we were going to go to the hospital and see you!"

"Well that's good, because I really miss you."

"I miss you too."

Sara talked to Charlotte a little while longer, promising her she could visit Lindsay when she came. After Sara hung up she decided she should rest. She closed the blinds and put her head on the pillow. She was asleep within minutes.

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Sara heard a scream and turned quickly. She watched a truck speed by and wondered who had screamed. Looking around she saw the truck brake to a stop just inches from the bakery next door. People were running to the front of the truck as the driver got out. He stumbled and could barely walk. Sara assumed he was drunk. Sara looked around again. Where did he go? He said he was going to get the car…so where did he go? She looked back at the truck and the people swarming around it. She got a terrible feeling in her stomach as she tried to go and see what all the commotion was about. But she knew. She knew what this was about. She knew how this was going to end. She tried to walk but when she looked down she realized she couldn't move. Her feet wouldn't move. She looked back at the swarm of people, trying to see what had happened. She tried with all her might to move. To just move her feet a little bit but they wouldn't. They wouldn't go. Then she heard sirens. Ambulances were coming. Police were coming. They could help. She watched them scream around the corner and push their way through the crowd. She knew what was happening. She knew this part. She looked down at her feet again. She had to move. She just had to. She pulled her leg up. One at a time she forced herself to move toward him. She knew he was there. She knew it and she had to get to him!

Sara forced herself all the way to the front of the truck. When she was just a few feet away from him she stopped. She was out of breath but didn't care. She just looked at him. He was unconscious but alive. The paramedics were loading him onto a stretcher, getting him ready to go to the hospital. He was perfectly still. He was motionless. He was a statue. She tried to touch him, to comfort him but, again, she couldn't move. She couldn't move but she could talk. Her mouth was as dry as a desert but she tried anyway.

"Trevor!"

Louder then anticipated but still, no-one was listening. She closed her eyes. This was hopeless.

She heard the sirens blast and snapped her eyes open again. But this was different. A white wall. No, a white ceiling. She looked around and realized she had just woken up. She sat up a little and remembered; she was still in the hospital. She flopped her head back on the pillow and raised her hands to her face.

"Dammit!" she shouted at no-one.

She hated that dream. She had had that dream so many times and was sick of it. She was so sick of seeing him like that, over and over and over again. Why was she having this dream anyway? She looked up at the ceiling. This was exactly why she didn't like hospitals. She always got the creepy feeling that he was coming back. He was just going to pop back into her life. But she didn't want that to happen. Not anymore anyway.