A/N: So I hope the slightly longer chapter makes up for the long wait, another one should be up fairly soon. I have managed to vanquish round two of midterms, but I now find myself facing finals, projects, and a multitude of essays. This naturally leaves little time for sleep and bathing let alone writing for pleasure. Sorry if this seems like just a lot of description and very little action. I don't know why but I feel very compelled to venture into the heads of the characters a little. Anyway I do think that the next chapter will wrap up this story. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this story and if you would be kind as to leave a review… Please enjoy!
Ted tipped the Taxi driver extra. The poor man deserved it after driving at ridiculous speeds at the urging of three half-crazy with worry American women. He followed the women into the hospital, which wasn't very big. In fact, Ted was a little worried that they wouldn't have everything they needed in a hospital so small. Still he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. He replaced it with the conviction that there was hardly anything wrong with Colette, and that the doctor on the plane had misdiagnosed the symptoms. He repeated this last thought out loud to Laura, hoping she would corroborate this theory.
"I'm not sure Teddy, I think she was really sick…" Laura looked down at her feet. She focused hard on the scuff she noticed on her left shoe, right towards the tip. She tried to convince herself that this scuff was the more important issue to focus on. After all, these shoes had been brand-new and the scuff was disappointing. She couldn't bear the fact that her mind could not approach Colette's situation optimistically at all. Every time her mind went in that direction she focused harder on the scuff.
"Laura?" ted looked down at her shoe too, expecting to see something quite fascinating judging by the way she was so intently watching the tip of her shoe. "Laura its okay, She'll be okay." Laura kept her head down blinking in an effort to dry the tears that were forming in her eyes.
"Laura, look at me." She slowly raised her head, succumbing to the fact that once she saw his face she would no longer be able to hold it together. She felt guilty, that she should be drying when it was Colette in the hospital bed, and that Kate and Maggie who had know Colette so much longer had no one to lean on but each other. So she tried her best to ensure her tears were silent and she leaned her head on Ted's shoulder.
Kate was running through her mind all the strings she should have pulled, perhaps she still could. Could she call in a better doctor? Did the CIA have those? She had to be able to do something. She could just sit here and wait. She felt as if she would explode like a small bomb if she was made to sit in this white washed room unable to do or know anything for just a single second longer. She cut off her thoughts and took a deep breath. It wasn't enough, her heart was still racing and the frustration as still building, she took another deep breath.
"Maggie," she said suddenly, "I think if I don't do something I'll die." Maggie nodded and she stood and taking Kate's hand she led Kate outside. "Ted you'll get us if there's any news won't you?" Ted assured them he would.
The cool air hit Kate's face like a soothing balm but it also broke her resolve and suddenly she found herself shaking and tears were running down her face as she realized that Colette was her best friend, and she wasn't sure she could be strong without her. Without her sly smiles and tales of romance. Without their coffee dates and the calming effect Colette had on Kate no matter what her problems were.
"Kate, Maggie," Laura was out of breath and grinning wildly, "She's alright, she'll be fine, the doctor just came."
The two girls ran back towards the waiting room where they saw that the Doctor was explaining to Ted in the best English he could, that Colette would be fine.
"Dean's in with her now, but I think she's still asleep." Laura let out a sigh of relief.
