(Divya)
We all stood. As we did though I saw Evan flash an evil look at Boris, then his new doctor. "Can we see him now?" Jill asked, her voice hitching slightly. "Yes you may, but I have to warn the damage is extensive. He has several lacerations, a shattered rotator cuff from the impact along with a broken femur, which punctured his femoral artery."
I heard rather than saw Jill's intake of breathe. My eyes just catching the glimpse of guilt that crossed Boris's features, a look you rarely see of the nobleman's face. I myself internally winced at the words the doctors uttered. Broken femur meant physical therapy, physical therapy meant no patients, no patients left for a very concerned Hank. Who would worry about everyone else in the Hamptons before himself.
I shook my head as the doctor said a room number the went off to attend other patients, room 407. I grimaced at the number; 407 meant 4th floor, 4th floor meant ICU.
(Evan)
I was so mad at him. I don't even care if he kicks us out of his stupid mansion. I swear if anything goes wrong, if my brother some how doesn't make it out of this hospital or is never the same; I swear I will break him. Even deep down I knew I couldn't do anything about my anger now, or if my brother is okay then ever, didn't keep me from fantasizing about punching the light out of Boris.
The walk to the room was long and was endured in silence. The tension tangible as we entered the elevator. Worry coating everyone's face as a few gave off nervous ticks; Divya was drumming relentlessly on her thigh and Jill was trying hard not to chew her nails, slipping once or twice. Then a sound broke the silence...Boris was talking but I didn't want to listen but a part of his sentence forced me to, "...I didn't get a new doctor..." I sat there for a second before saying anything, trying to piece things together. "What do you mean?" "She was just a temporary replacement while I took your brother to Cuba to meet a doctor concerning my health."
I slowly pieced the story together, considering wether I should feel bad about my earlier outburst, oddly enough, I didn't regret a word I had spoken to him nor was I going to apologize. Somewhere during the tangent my mind ran off on, we reached the door however, contrary to earlier, I felt as if we had gotten there way too soon, each of us dreading seeing Hank for different reasons, mine so much more than injuries. Hank who was usually so full of life who, no matter how much older, seemed so much smaller and vulnerable in that moment. Hank had always taken care of me. Could I really step up and pull through for him?
Sorry This Chapter is so short... promise to TRY and post this week so keep checking. *pinky swears*