Brock sat in the waiting room exhausted from 10 hours of sitting and waiting. It was almost 5 a.m. and the kids were asleep on either of Brock, curled up in little balls. Brock was dozing in and out of sleep, but there was no way he would be able to sleep at home either, so here he would stay. Barbra Jean offered to take the kids back to their house many times, but if their dad was staying so were they.
As Brock looked forward he noticed the doctor walking in his direction. Once he finally reached the vicinity of where Brock was sitting he greeted Brock with, "Mr. Hart. We have an update on Mrs. Hart's condition."
Brock sat and waited for him to continue. "Well, we finished the testing and couldn't find anything wrong. We are going to have to keep her here for a while, until we are sure that there isn't anything we could have missed."
Brock felt relief that there was nothing seriously wrong. He couldn't stand the feeling of being so far away from Reba, so helpless in this horrible situation. "When can I see her?" He inquired.
"You and your children can go in anytime you'd like, but she isn't up yet."
Brock didn't waist another second, he stood up, and woke up the kids. They all walked into Reba's room, and the kids fell back asleep on the comfier chairs across the room. Brock sat in the chair that he pushed as close to Reba's bedside as he could. He took her hand in his own and stared at her. It hurt him to see her like she was. There were cuts and bruises all over her arms, hands, and face, and she looked so helpless. She had broken her wrist, so there was a cast on her left hand. All of it was almost too much for Brock to take.
Without knowing it Brock fell asleep, sitting on the chair and leaning on the bed, still holding tight to Reba's hand. He woke a few hours later to see the kids were gone, but they left him a little note saying 'Don't worry. Cafeteria for food. Love, us.'
Brock felt a movement in his hand, and realized it was Reba waking up. "Reba?" He whispered to her.
Reba groaned at a headache she had. What the…!? She silently thought. "Reba can you hear me?" Reba fluttered open her eyes. Yes I can hear you, now shut up! She said in her head. Her head hurt and his talking wasn't helping.
"Brock?" she managed to get out. Her throat hurt and talking just made it worse. What is wrong with me? She continued to ask herself questions.
"Hey," he whispered. He had the biggest smile across his face, "How do you feel?"
"My head hurts," she complained. "What am I doing here?" she asked, still trying to blink away the bright light that was hurting her eyes.
Brock got up and walked over to the wall, he switched off the light for Reba. The only like was a little glow off of a light behind the bed, which Reba could deal with, "Thanks," she said.
"Yeah, no problem," he told her as he took his seat next to her again, picking back up her hand. "You got in an accident, do you remember anything?"
"Um…," she thought hard, "I remember leaving your house, but I don't remember anything after that," she said a little worried, "Is there something I should be remembering?"
"No, you're fine," he said. Reba was a little relieved. "Reba, I have some bad news for you," he started, regretting having to tell her. Reba looked into his eyes and waited, "Well…I don't know how to say this…but the baby…you lost it in the accident. Honey, I'm so sorry. I know how much you wanted that baby. I feel so terrible! It's all my fault. If I would have just left with you none of this would have happened. I'm so sorry!" He said, his cracking.
Her hand tightened around Brock's, "No," she whispered, her voice shaking, "It's not anyone's fault."
Just then Jack came, half running into the room. "Reba!" He yelled.
"Shh!" Brock warned, "She has a really bad headache," he said, still whispering.
"God! Reba! Are you alright?!" He said running to her side.
Reba nodded, "I'm fine, but we lost the baby," she regretted having to tell him.
"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry…" Jack felt so horrible.
The whole time Reba couldn't find it in herself to let go of Brock's hand. It was like a lifeline, and she couldn't let go. Even when Brock tried to pull his hand away so Jack couldn't see, Reba only held on tighter.
"You must be Brock," Jack supposed.
"Yeah, and you're Jack I assume," he answered.
"Well thank you for taking care of her while I was on my way here. I don't know how I can repay you!" He expressed his gratitude. "You can leave now," he told him.
"No, I want to stay around," Brock told Jack.
"Jack, can you go find a nurse and ask her if there is anything she can give me for this headache?" Reba pleaded.
"Yeah, sure. Anything else?" Jack asked. Reba just shook her head 'no'. "Be right back," he told her before leaving the room.
"What are you doing Reba?" Brock asked.
"I needed to talk to you. What are we going to do?"
"What do you mean?" Brock was confused by the question.
"I mean, when I leave here, am I leaving with you or am I leaving with Jack?" Reba asked him…
I got a one-way ticket on a hell-bound train
With nothing to lose and nothing to gain
Nobody ever taught me how to live
I'm feeling like i'm lost- like i'll never be found
I'm twisted and i'm turned around
Nobody ever taught me how to love
I'm hurting everbody i'm hurting myself
I'm desperate
So what do you do
When it all comes down on you?
Do you run and hide
Or face the truth?
If you were to tell me that i'd die today
This is what i'd have to say
I never really had the time to live
And if you were to give me just another chance
Another life, another dance
All i really want to do is love
I'm hurting everybody
I'm hurting myself
I'm desperate
When all is said and done you could be the one
With open arms and open eyes
You're jumping off the edge and hoping you can fly
Accept your fate for what it is
Into the great unknown
...got a one-way ticket on a hell-bound train
With nothing to lose and nothing to gain...
