Courtney was lying unconscious in a hospital bed between two pillows. All she could remember was this: hearing Duncan's voice on the phone, the crashing of her little Honda and the trucks, and then the faint whirring of the ambulance, coming to whisk her away to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Duncan was in the hospital waiting room, arguing with the secretary behind the ebony desk. "What do you mean, I can't go in?" he yelled. The secretary looked taken aback. "Sir," she started in a hushed tone, "she is doing too bad for visitors. You can't see her right now." "I have to! I have to see my Princess!" Duncan pushed past the desk and strolled into the main part of the hospital. He was looking for Courtney's room number painted on one of the wooden doors. Room 382. "Room 3-8...2! 382!" he cried, flinging himself at the door.
He went inside. Courtney was laying down in the white bed with wheels. Duncan sat himself in the cushioned chair beside the bed. He leaned over Courtney's still body, starting to stroke her silky brown hair. "Princess…" he whispered to her beautiful face. "I'm here for you."
Her eyes flickered, seeming to take in all the light. Then they opened. Courtney's tight lips curled into a smile. Her gentle brown gaze looked soft in her slightly tanned face.
"Dunc-"
Duncan cut her off. "You should sleep." He pulled her closer, and their lips met in the sweetest kiss.
With one last glance at Courtney, Duncan stood up and left, flashing Courtney a final smile.
And as he walked out of the hospital, Duncan knew that somehow, everything was going to be okay.