Courtney let Mark use her shoulder for support going out to the car; mainly because she feared he'd fall and hurt himself otherwise. She gently lowered him into the car. He was shaking all over; then again, Courtney would be too.
Courtney got into the car next to him and Dodger took off. During the car ride, Mark gripped Courtney's hand for some unspoken moral support. Weather it was possible to have 'unspoken' moral support, Courtney didn't know, nor did she care. Mark had almost lost his parents once before, he wasn't prepared to go thought that again. The only light outside the car windows were from street lamps and fireflies. It was raining, too. That made the whole experience perfectly pitiful.
The closer they got to the hospital, the harder Mark squeezed her hand. It got to a point were, if she wasn't perfectly away that it was impossible, Courtney would have thought he was having twins. She was perfectly glad when he stopped crushing her hand, to bite his nails.
When they pulled into the parking lot, Mark was the first out of the car. He ran strait for the door. Courtney ran after him, and Dodger walked calmly behind.
"Excuse me!" Mark said, in a hurried tone, ⌠Where cam I find Mrs. Dimond? Spelled D-I-M-O-N-D?■
"Room 505, sir."
"Thank you," Courtney said. Mark wasn't so courteous. He ran strait for the elevator.
"Up, up, up, up, up!"
"All right, sir, calm yourself."
Courtney had just enough time to get in the elevator before the doors closed. On the elevator ride, Mark had a bit more control over himself, although his legs were trembling.
They hurried off to the waiting room and found Mr. Dimond. Mark hugged him dad. Courtney sat beside them. Nobody spoke. It was agonizing waiting. Watching doctors come in and out. People bursting into tears, both happy and sad. Eventually, a man in a white doctor suit approached them.
"Mr. Dimond?" the doctor asked.
"Yes?" he asked, jumping up.
"You're wife is fine. A few days of watching her, you know, make sure she's all right, and she'll be ready to go back home."
"Oh, that's grate news!" Mr. Dimond cheered.
"Hum, it gets better, after trying to figure out what caused the fall, we did a ultrsound. Sir, your wife's pregnant."
Mr. Dimond gasped. Mark's jaw dropped.
"Oh, Mark! That's wonderful! You're gonna be a big brother!"
"I'm gonna be a big brother," Mark repeated in disbelief. Courtney patted him on the back.
"And you were worried!" she teased. Mark gave her a surprised look. He started laughing. Courtney actually laughed too. It wasn't all that funny, but they laughed anyway. Courtney never pictured Mark as a 'big brother' type person. The simple idea would have made her giggle.
For the next few days, they stayed in the hospital. Finally, it was the day to leave.
"Mark, Courtney, you two can head on down stairs if you want," Mrs. Dimond said.
"Okay!" Mark said. He and Courtney headed for the elevators.
"Hey, going down!" Courtney cheered.
"No, Ma'am."
"Hugh?" Mark and Courtney asked.
The woman turned around. Courtney gasped. It was Nevva Winter.
"But... that's impossible," she whispered.
Nevva pressed the close button on the control panel. Then, that's when the strangeness happened, she transformed into a big black bird. The bird's claws scratched the controls during take off.
"No!" Mark exclaimed, pressing the buttons. Nothing made the doors stop closing. The bird escaped though the small space between the two doors.
"No! No! NO!" Mark yelled, pressing the buttons, "She closed us in! This can't be! Ah!" The controls sparked. "And the controls are toast!"
"B-but isn't there an emergency button?!"
"If there is, it's fried. Here's our emergency button: HELP!"