The sun rose slowly over Pine Valley. Stretching from the depths of Willow Lake through the halls of Pine Valley University. It's comforting rays engulfed the penthouses on Valley Road to the small family homes on Canyon Drive. The sun entered their homes and told them they were alive. The citizens of Pine Valley went about their normal activities. They dressed for work, sent their children off to school, picked up their morning coffee, everything that screamed to the outside world they were normal.
To a stranger driving down Main Street this place seemed like every other town in America. Shops were opening up inviting visitors and locals alike. Business men and women prepared for meetings and teachers started their lesson plans for the day. On the surface everything about this town appeared normal but if one was to stop and listen to the sounds of this place they would hear the echos of the pain this town felt To stand in the middle of town you would hear the sound of bullets ringing out. The faint sound of people's screams would penetrate your soul. The sound of metal crashing would crush through your bones. The wail of sirens, frantic 911 calls, the pleading of people prayers could all be heard if you listen to the tales this town would tell you if you just listened.
The sun entered Room 413 of Pine Valley Hospital. The brightness of the shined on a young auburn haired girl sleeping in the bed. She had been moved into this room before the sun rose. The sun revealed a brunette girl's head resting next to the other woman. Their hands held tightly together.
The sun moved down the hall and hit the back of Adam Chandler he stood in Room 423 staring down at Brooke. At 4:30 this morning Griffin and Cara had finally removed the bullet from Brooke's chest. He watched her chest rise and fall her breathing slightly labored after a difficult surgery. She had fought hard to make it through surgery and now rested peacefully with Adam closely guarding her.
Two floors above Brooke and Marissa two fresh doctors finally brought Kendall and Scott in for surgery to repair the bullets that pierced their bodies.
Finally the sun reached out to those in the waiting room. Sleep had graced them with its presence a few hours ago now they began to stir as the sun welcomed them to a new day. Jackson stared across the room at Leo du Pres. He still hadn't wrapped his head around the fact that his daughter's formally dead husband had returned to their lives. Jackson hoped that his presence was a sign of hope for his daughter.
She had been in surgery for almost eight hours now with now word as to her condition. Jackson thought back to that fateful day in 2009 when he had to face a life without her. He spent a year mourning her death only to have a miracle. He remembered the first time he saw her after her "death" she stood in the door way of the Wildwind chapel. He thought she was a ghost until he put his arms around her and held her tightly making up for a year without her. Now he prayed her guardian angel was here with her now.
Jake and Angie left the recovery room and went to find her family. They had been awake for more than 24 hours. The surgery had been trying to say the least. They fought with her and for her. Knowing they were going to give her family some good news had given them a second wind of energy.
They entered the waiting room together and Angie walked over to Jack. She knelt down in front of him taking her hands into his. He looked up at her and their eyes met. She didn't need to say anything to him her eyes said it all. He reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace finally whispering a faint "Thank you".
A/N Sorry for the short filler chapter guys. After work today I crashed and didn't get to writing until late. I wanted to get you guys a new chapter so this one is short. I'll try to make up for it this week as things will start moving forward with everyone.