Chapter Nine

Timing is everything, and also a bitch. Sometimes the timing of things are just right, the universe seems aligned to your plans and everything goes right. Sometimes, the universe seems to not be on your side as much, and throws everything off by the simple, but crucial essential of a relationship, timing. Timing can either please you, or make everything a mess. Timing is a huge part of every story, including this one.

After three hours of waiting in the dinky waiting room, Toby demanded some answers. "His parent's live in London." Toby tried to control his temper at the receptionist before him.

"And we're doing the best we can." The receptionist said avoiding his piercing blue eyes.

"Is he okay? Can you at least tell me that?" Toby urged his eyes narrowing on the mid-thirty year old woman before him with light brown hair, and dark brown eyes.

"He's stable, but has severe injuries." She said looking up from her paper work, shooting a sympathetic look at pair in front of her. "I suggest that you two just head home, there's no way you are going to see him tonight." The receptionist shrugged.

"Well what time will we be able to see him?" The brunette behind Toby spoke up, her voice week and her eyes smudged with makeup due to the tears that escaped her eyes on the long trip to the hospital. She didn't exactly talk to her family, so when she didn't know if Wren was okay, or if he had made it, really sent tears down her face. She hated crying in front of others but, due to the fact that Toby has already seen her cry, and that he was torn up too, made her feel a little less helpless.

"I don't know." The receptionist said firmly. "I just work at the desk." The woman said matter-of-factly.

"Look," Toby said softly "Is there any one else we could possibly talk to that might know a little more?" He asked desperately.

With a suck of air, and the receptionist shifting her eyes between the two she sighed. "I'll try my best, but no promises." and then they watched her from behind the desk, exit to some door, now un visible to the boy and girl who stood worried at the desk. Neither one of them had really said anything to each other on the way to the hospital, and what could they really say any ways. All that was on their minds was if Wren was okay.

Both friends stood awkwardly still at the desk. Spencer was mindlessly staring at the name card of the receptionist who just 'helped' them, who apparently was named Patricia. This wasn't the first time Spencer has been in a situation like this, back when she was nearly ten, her sister got into an automobile accident with her mother. Her father seemed to be yelling at doctors for hours, upon hours, not even informing a very worried little girl on what was going on. At the end of the day, both of them seemed fine. Fine as in some major bruising, and Melissa had to wear a neck brace for the next three weeks, but other than that, they were lucky to be alive. Spencer shivered at the thought. That was before everything got dysfunctional. Spencer started to think if maybe she should try to fix things, because everything was unexpected. Her father, or mother, or even sister or half brother could die the next day. It's not like Melissa; her sister communicated with her parents either. Her family just sort of fell apart, and no one seemed enough to care to fix it. But what was Spencer doing? Wren was in the hospital, and all she was thinking about was her stupid family. Spencer wrapped her arms around her body, and let out a heavy breath. She suddenly felt like crying even harder than before, with her throat forming a lump.

Toby stood next to her, and he was just a mess of an emotions. He was worried, upset, and felt a wrath of guilt hover over him. Here Toby was, he kissed Spencer three days ago, and Wren was the one being hit by a car? Toby wished it was him, maybe all the guilt would float away. He let out a sigh, and then glanced at Spencer who looked to be on the verge of crying. "Hey," Toby said softly wrapping an arm around her for a friendly hug of compassion. "He's gonna be okay. He's stable." Toby offered. Although, just because he was stable, didn't necessarily mean he was okay.

"It's just-" She muffed into his shoulder, the cotton of the shirt drying her tears. "I don't know." She whimpered. Toby pulled her closer, and truly he just needed that hug as much as she.

"Excuse me." A blond shaggy haired man said. "Are you Mr. Cavanaugh ?" He asked his eyes on Toby.

"Yes," Toby said slowly. "Toby." He said shaking the man's hand. The man with the greyish blue eyes turned to Spencer, giving her a look that was interrupted as 'and you are?'

"Spencer." She said firmly wiping her eyes with one hand and shaking his hand with the other avoiding his grey cloudy eyes.

"Well, your friend Wren is stabalized-" The doctor began.

"Yeah, we already knew that." Spencer shot bitterly.

"Yes, well." The doctor mumbled glancing at the clip board in front of him. " He has several leg injuries, and will have to wear a cast for awhile. He has a broken rib, and we're taking tests to see if he has any head injuries." The doctor read of the list. "His bruises are pretty severe, and he has to get stitches on head, face, and leg." The doctor finished, and looked at the duo who stood motionlessly in front of him. "It could have been a lot worse," the doctor cleared his throat awkwardly. "I suggest you just head home, and come back in the morning. We have him on some heavy medications, and right now he is unconscious. When he wakes up he'll be very loopy, and just-" His voiced trailed with a shrug. "And visiting hours are over, anyways."

"Visiting hours?" Spencer gaped. "He just got into a car accident! He's not in here getting his tonsils out!" The brunette raged.

"I'm sorry." The doctor said unconvincingly. Spencer knew that tone, she worked in a hospital. Doctors tried to sound sympathetic, and compassionate. But most of them just didn't care,

"No, no you aren't-" Spencer was about to explode on him but, Toby pulled her back.

"Thank you sir." Toby said dragging Spencer away from the shaggy blond haired doctor.

"Don't you want to see Wren?" Spencer nearly shouted at her friend. "I'm not going to get one second of sleep tonight."

"I do," Toby said calmly. "But, yelling at doctors, and calling them out, won't do us any good."

Spencer looked downwards, and let out a sigh.

"Look," he said softly. "Let's just go home, try and get some sleep, and be here bright and early tomorrow morning."

"Don't you have work?" Spencer questioned.

"I'm sure they'll understand." Toby said sternly.

After a restless night the duo headed back to the hospital. After, calming down about the Wren situation, Spencer's thoughts drifted to the almost conversation they were about to have. It was certainly not the time for the conversation to take place, and with Wren in the hospital she wasn't sure when it would even happen. Maybe, it was fate telling her not too. Maybe Toby was just drunk and trying to infuriate Holly. Maybe, she had taken a step back, and was just scared about confronting Toby. Again.

It was nearly eight a.m on the rainy morning in late May. Practically no one was in the lobby of the hospital, and it was extreamly quiet, as if they were in a library rather than, a hospital. The receptionist this time, was a short curly haired strawberry blond, with yellowish-green eyes, she looked rather young. Maybe even Wren's age.

"How can I help you folks?" She said, her southern accent flooding through.

"We're here to see Wren Kingston." Toby said brushing his knuckles against his jeans gently.

"Let me see," She said popping her gum. She turned her chair towards the computer, and began typing away as Spencer and Toby waited patiently. "He's in room B14." The woman said turning towards Toby again. "You just go down that hall," She pointed towards the right of the hospital lobby. "Then, you take a left, go up the elevator to floor B, and you should be good from there." She instructed with a small polite smile.

"Thank you," Toby said politely.

"Thanks," Spencer mumbled as she followed Toby towards the hall. The hall was full of pictures of oceans, and light houses. Soon enough, they were at Wren's room.

Wren looked awful. His forehead and hairline was completely invisible due to the wrapping around his head. His left cheek bone, and eye were completley covered in scabs and bruises, with a little cut on his lip. His leg was hanging in the air and cast. His arm was wrapped in some sort of fabric. He was wearing an ugly hospital gown, and his eyes were shut tightly.

"Oh my god," Spencer covered her mouth at the sight of him. Her voice stunned, and also filled with concern. She rushed over to the side of him, and stroked his arm gently with two fingers.

Toby looked at his friends, with soft and upset eyes as he gulped and shoved his hands in his denim pockets.

"Do you think he ever woke up?" The brunette looked at her friend, worry lines forming after ten minutes of taking in what Wren had looked like.

"I don't know." Toby breathed unsteadily with a shrug. Toby normally didn't see people this beat up, especially people close to him. It really tore him up.

"We should find a doctor," Spencer said sternly looking at Wren's unconscious body with a frown. She tore her eyes away from him, and then walked out of the small room. Toby stayed behind and kept his eyes on his poor friend.

Spencer came back shortly with answers.

"The doctor's said that it might be a day or two before he wakes up," Spencer shivered. Why did stuff like this happen?

"Oh," All Toby could respond. He itched the back of his head, and let out a small sigh.

"Poor Wren," Spencer said glumly.

The two stayed at the hospital for about five hours, of just watching Wren's motionless body. Neither one of them really said anything to each other, it was already weird enough between the two since the kiss, and adding this to the already made mess was Wren's accident. What could they really say to each other? Spencer, majoring in the medical field had talked to the doctor about everything that was wrong with Wren. Luckily, he had no internal head injuries. Spencer also commented that Wren might be able to hear them, so they should try talking to him, which they did. But, what can you really say to some one who is in a coma? It was mostly an awkward afternoon, eventually they left. Toby had to get to work, and Spencer was going to explain to the hospital manager at Wren's work what exactly was going on, and why he hadn't shown up at work that morning.

A couple days later Wren woke up, and basically this accident was the beginning of doomsville for Wren. With having having to recover, it would be another sixteen weeks for his leg to heal completely, and he coudn't be working with a broken leg. He couldn't even stand. He was going to be at the hospital for another two, and then be in a leg cast for the next six weeks, and then in a wheel chair as he attended physical therapy. Not to mention, all of the court fuss that he was going to have to get into. The next four months were going to be very hard, and his friends were going to be there for him.

It was a Saturday morning, and trio was in the small hospital room watching some hospital program the hospital aired.

"Why do they play stuff about the hospitals?" Toby commented. "Don't you think people have seen enough of it."

"They like there patients to know whats going on." Wren replied. He worked in a hospital, well did work at a hospital.

"Wren," Toby shook his head "This is about babies."

"For the mothers." Wren replied simply.

"Then why are we watching it?" Toby squinted his blue eyes at the screen, as he chomped down on a granola bar.

"Because, it's this or woman giving birth." Spencer said lightly. "I can switch-"

"No," Toby said firmly. "This is great." He said situating in the uncomfortable peach chair, he heard Wren chuckling at him. When ever him and Spencer would get into a ridiculous argument, he would laugh at them. If this happened two weeks ago, he would start a stupid argument with Spencer, just to cheer him up, since he was down in the deep deep dumps. But, he wasn't about too. It would be too weird, and possible end badly. Usually their fights were playful, and foolish, but he wasn't about to risk getting into a real one with her.

"You know Toby," Wren said. "This might actually be useful one day, you'll be thanking me, the mother of your child will be very pleased with you, and might be a little bit more pleasant during the time of her pregnancy." Wren informed.

Spencer darted her brown eyes down, and scratched the fabric of the chair she was sitting in. Toby let out a small cough, and awkwardly shifted in his chair.

"I'm sure I will." Toby said with a small toothless grin. He wasn't going to joke around with Wren, when Wren was in that bad of a condition. He couldn't. He all ready felt like the shittiest friend on earth.

"Finally taking my advice?" Wren said his voice in shock.

"I guess so." Toby shrugged awkwardly.

With Wren in the hospital, and confusing feelings floating around, the next four months would be a handful.

Accccccccck, I really don't like this chapter. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. The begining is okay, but i hate the last part. I don't know. i'm sorry. I wrote this at like four a.m. just ugh. I hope it's just me being to critical. Thanks for your reviews, and no i wasn't even thinking of the nuts thing, I just love peanut butter! haha but your comment made me laugh!anyways please tell me what you think of this chapter! 10 reviews = update tomorrow. (: