Chapter Five
Emily laid in her bed, it had been almost a full day since Matt had saved her. She felt tears come to the edge of her eyes. She hadn't recieved any news on Matt's condition, all she knew was that he was shot in the shoulder and knee, and that he was in crictial condition from the amount of blood he lost. She saw the door to her room open slowly, and figured it was Michael.
"Hey, feel up to a visitor?" Frank asked upon entering.
"Frank," Emily's eyes lighted up.
"Hows the arm?" Frank asked, slightly painful.
"How's Matt?" Emily asked.
Frank knew she'd ask, and he knew he had to answer.
"He's doing better, they had to give him a blood transfusion, and he almost coded last night, after they brought him in. He's still in Critical Condition, but they are expecting to down grade it to fair condition within the next couple of days," Frank said.
"Frank, why did he come in alone?" Emily asked, secretly knowing the answer.
"He had to get you out of there. That was the only thing on his mind. Em, he still loves you, trust me I know," Frank said.
She knew she didn't have to question what Frank had just said, because she knew Frank wouldn't lie to her about it. She really did love Michael, but he just wasn't Matt. Her heart still felt empty every night, not having Matt's arms around her waist, and know she has been given a second chance to fix it.
"Frank, can I see him?" Emily asked.
"That's one of the reason I'm here. I think he needs you," Frank said.
"Well, I was instructed to not leave my bed," Emily said.
"I'll take care of it," Frank said, as he got up and left the room.
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Frank wasn't gone more than two minutes before the door opened again.
"Frank," Emily called out.
"Hey honey," Michael said, as he sat down in the chair beside her.
Emily couldn't look at him, it broke her heart to know that she was about to hurt this man.
"Oh my god, it's true, you are still in love with him," Michael said, picking up on the sudden tension.
"I'm sorry Michael, I really thought I was over him, but to be honest I'm not and I don't think I wanna be," Emily said, still unable to look at him.
"So what, was I just some guy you were screwing on the side, while your heartbreaking boyfriend came to his senses," Michael screamed at her.
"No, I came here to get away from him. I thought the more distance I put between us, the faster I'd get over him. After everything that's unfolded, I think I realize that I'm not supposed to get over him, I'm supposed to be with him," Emily said, tears stinging her cheeks.
Frank had entered the room, to hear the tail end of Emily's speech.
"You know I thought you were better than most girls from L.A. I thought you weren't a bitch, guess I was wrong," Michael said, his eyes piercing into hers.
"I think you need to leave," Frank said, he had that intense look on his face, just before HRT would breach an HT.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but I'm having a discussion with my fiancee," Michael said, with the same intense expression.
"Michael, Frank is right, you need to go," Emily said, refusing to talk to him anymore.
She had never seen this side of him, and she could only imagine what life would be like after they were married.
"I should kick your ass," Michael said to Frank on his way out.
Frank held his cool, knowing Emily didn't need a fight breaking out in her hospital room.
"Please, tell me you have good news," Emily said, her hands shaking.
"The nurses gave me permission to take you to Matt's room," Frank said.
Emily closed her eyes, as tears of joy streamed down her face. She just needed to be close to him, to see him.
Frank help Emily out of her bed, and helped her into the wheelchair. He pushed her out of her room, and toward the elevator. For safety purposes Matt still remained in the Intensive Care Unit. Frank's cell started to ring in the elevator, and he knew once they reached ICU he couldn't have his cell on. He checked the caller ID and saw that it was Cheryl.
"Hey," Frank answered.
"How are Lehman and Flannery?" Cheryl asked.
"Lehman has a broken right arm, and is sitting in front of me. Flannery isn't doing quite so hot though," Frank said.
"Frank, is he gonna make it?" Cheryl asked.
"Yeah, but I'm coming up on ICU, and I can't have my phone on, I'll call you later," Frank said, hanging up the phone.
"She asked about me?" Emily asked.
"Em, you might have left L.A., but we all still care bout you. Don't think just cause you left us that we don't, because we do," Frank said, his hand firmly on her shoulder.
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The elevator opened a few moments later, and Frank wheeled her down the hallway. He stopped just outside the doors of ICU, and picked up the phone.
"Yeah, it's Rogers again," Frank said.
The doors buzzed, then opened. Emily felt butterfiles in her stomach as they walked through the doors. Frank walked past two rooms, before stopping just outside the third.
"I'm gonna wheel you in here, but I'm gonna leave, let you have some alone time. I gotta update Cheryl on everything, okay," Frank said.
"Yeah, thanks Frank," Emily said.
"Not a problem," Frank said, as they started into Matt's room.
Frank wheeled her in so far, and then stopped, he went in front of her, and helped her up.
"I can walk on my own you know," Emily said.
That's what Frank liked most about Lehman. Now matter how far she got knocked down. No matter how much she hurt, she was still one tough chick.
Emily eased into the small chair beside Matt's bed. Frank left just as he said he would, and Emily leaned forward. She grimaced slightly, as she hit her arm on the arm rest of the bed.
"Matt, can you hear me. I need to know you can hear me," Emily said, grabbing his hand with her left hand.
Matt lightly gripped her hand. Her heart dropped immediately.
"Matt I love you," Emily spoke softly, wanting the words to linger.
Emily felt Matt's grip tighten a little at her words, and then saw his eyes flutter open.
"Matt, how are you feeling?" Emily asked.
"Pain," Matt croaked.
"Let me get someone," Emily stood up, but Matt refused to let go of her hand.
"How are you," Matt croaked again, his throat almost to dry to get the words out.
"Broken arm and wrist, besides that just cuts and bruises," Emily said.
"Aiden," Matt croaked.
"He's dead, Frank made sure of that," Emily said.
Emily got up, and stepped out enough to catch the eye of a nurse.
"What is it ma'am," the nurse asked.
"Matt Flannery is awake," Emily said.