(Steve's Point of view)
It was my fault. no one but mine. She could be dying for all we know. if only he had listened and let her drive, she did be fine. Artie was glaring at him now. he know to was his fault. everyone know. I failed at protecting her. Would she forgive me, of course she would. "Don't be stupid",she would not even blame me. Time past slowly, days seemed to pass as we waited. Myak had fell asleep on Pete. Artie was sitting there, looking to space.
Finally after about four hours after we showed up at the hospital,the doctor came out into the waiting room. Pete shook Myka wake and I stood up and greeted the doctor. "How is she?" Pete asked the doctor, before I could.
"I am not going to put it lightly, Claudia in on the bridge of death. She has last over a quarter her blood. She will be at a high risk for anemia. Her fibula is shatter, we had to put a metal rod in place. She will need to have physical therapy for that. There were two broken ribs, but they will heal fine. She also has a fracture to her skull and some swell in the brain. We are still unsure of the effects that this will cause." The doctor said to us. The guilt swelled up even more in me. I did this to Claudia. It was all my fault. I only I had listened to her.
"May we go back and see her." Myka asked the doctor sweetly.
"Yes, but only one can stay over night. I will let you guys discuss that." The doctor said. " She is in ICU, room 4550." She said before walk off. Myka and Pete went back to where we were sitting and grabbed our things. Artie and I went to the elevator and waited for him.
"I am sorry, for my stupidity." I told Artie. Even though I doubt he knew what all happened in to the wreck, I need to tell him.
"You spend to much time with Claudia, You are starting to sound like her." Artie told me. I laughed a little.
"No, really I am sorry. It is my fault, Claudia got hurt. I as tired but I need not want to stop and let her drive. I was dozing off and never saw the car coming towards us. If I had stopped..."
"Steve stop. What if you had stopped way early and Claudia was driving, and died. Maybe it is a good thing you were driving." Myka said as she come over to us. Her voice was hoarse and she look drained, pale, worried. "It was not your fault. It was the guy who was driving drunk, whose and fault. Now we are going to see her, and you are staying with her tonight." Myka said the last part forcefully. She walked over and pushed the button. We waited to the metal doors opened and all got in.
The ride up to Claudia's room was painstakingly long. Once we got the the floor we had to sign in. The nurse at the front desk pointed to the way we were suppose to go. I was the first in the room.
A/N: I am so sorry that this is really late. I have been busy with school and Band. But I have a four day weekend this week and I am planing on updating all my stories. Sorry for the shortness. I will update again tomorrow.