Disclaimer: I only own Lydia.
Charles was sitting up sipping on orange juice when I was finally delivered to the room he was in.
The nurse snickered as he requested he keep me with him, but did as she was asked.
I stayed ridged in her grasp, my painted on smile (pardon the expression) perfect, and my 'glass' eyes locked on Charles.
He seemed okay to have just tried to end his life.
After what seemed like an eternity, we reached the bed where the nurse tossed me roughly on the matress with no regard for my already delicate state.
"Do you need anything?" The nurse asked sweetly.
Not waiting for his answer she turned on her heels and walked from the room.
As soon as the coast was clear, I sprang to life.
Charles sat the glass of orange juice down, and leaned back on the uncomfortable pillows.
I raced forward to adjust them for him.
When I was satisfied, I ran my fingers through his red hair noticing it was actually copper colored.
"How have they been treating you?"
Charles just nodded.
"Not well? I can fix that..."
Charles gazed at me before sighing loudly.
"Lydia, no offense, but I'd prefer not to have to chase you around the hospital."
My eyes searched the floor.
"Speaking of hospital, how did you end up here?!"
Charles eyes lit up with the light only little boys have in their eyes.
I smiled.
"Lydia, I have another friend now! I'm not a failure!"
My stomach was uneasy, but I kept my expression neutral.
"Who? I could've told you that."
I had a feeling they had something to do with the suicide attempt...which was beginning to look less and less like a suicide attempt.
Charles leaned forward as if relying a big secret.
"Eddie Caputo."
I swallowed hard.
"That's great, how did you end up here?"
There was a commotion outside the door.
Charles and I both jumped as we heard an all to familiar voice.
"He's my son, where the hell is he?!"
The door flew open.
The last thing I remember was Charles slingging me under the bed, and the crack of my head on a metal leg.
Things went fuzzy and hazy.
I was literally seeing red...I cracked my head open blood gushed from the wound.
I could feel the pain, but my reason and conciousness was slowly ebbing away.
Surely, I'd be the only person to die under a bed this way.
How pathetic.
I blacked out...was death to far away?
~On top of the bed~
Charles heard a defening crack.
It was like being inside thunder to him."
His Mother was ranting.
"You bastard wait until I get you home..."
Charles wasn't paying attention he leaned over the side of the bed and yanked Lydia out.
Blood was gushing down her face.
"LYDIA!" Charles cried holding her like a baby.
She didn't move.
Mina Ray stood motionless watching her son cry over a doll.
In her drunken stupor she failed to connect blood to being alive.
"Lydia?...I'm sorry! Don't leave me! I love you so much! You can't do this!" Charles wailed.
Mina's rage was back.
"You love a stupid doll and not your own Mother?! Charles how indecent!?"
Charles was equally as angry as Mina.
"She's more of a mother than you'll ever be...ever were!"
Charles said through grit teeth.
He gently laid Lydia down in his place, and got out of the bed.
Mina was afraid of her young son who was edging closer to her.
"Charles?" She whispered.
He loomed closer.
"Charles?"
He was almost there...
Mina was against a shelf, there was no escaping Charles.
"You know what Mommy? You suck you stupid drunk!"
"Charles?! What are you gonna do?!"
He hadn't thought that far ahead.
Noticing her son's hesitation Mina figured tables had turned.
But like a message from God, a pair of surgical scissors fell from the shelf...planting themselves in Mina's head.
She fell forward as a bubble of blood escaped her lips.
Charles stood in horror looking at his mother.
He rolled her over and rumaged through her pockets until he found a needle and thick black thread.
Walking back to Lydia he found a glass of water and placed the needle in to sterilize it.
He also looked around for numbing cream.
After finding the numbing cream and applying it with a q-tip, Charles took the needle from the water, wiped it off, and threaded it expertly.
"Lydia, if this hurts I'm sorry..."
Charles began stitching the wound together.
Lydia willed herself to keep from crying out.
The pain stopped quickly enough and she felt Charles climb back into the bed and pull the covers over them.
His even, steady breathing the only clue he was asleep.
Lydia opened her eyes, and smiled.
"Serves you right."
Just then the nurse sauntered in dropping Charles luch.
"DOCTOR!!!"
Was the only thing the nurse could gasp.
Lydia rolled over and stroked Charles head.
"I'm so glad I put those there...I knew you could do this! I'm so proud of you!"
Charles smiled in his sleep.
Someone was truly proud of him.
"I love you Mommy."
Lydia smiled bigger, and kissed his head.
"I love you too sweetheart."
(So, I've made an extra long chapter for you guys.
Sorry for not updating sooner, I've been working on a NOES Fan Fiction...anyway, how do like the twist of events?....Thanks for sticking with me and your kind reveiws!
Does anyone hate Lydia now?????)