- Penelope lost control of her car and drove into Jimmy’s Bar.
- Clifton went to visit Cassie and Lucian.
- Diem held suspicion of Danielle’s true identity.
- Miles, Gillian, Abigail and Natalie remained amongst the missing...
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Scene One:
Stone Creek Memorial Hospital
Waiting Room
Kirsten Sutton comforted her step-mother, Caitlyn as they waited for news about James Thurlow. She had felt bad that she arrived two hours after everyone else in her family, but she needed to mask the fact that she had indeed been visiting with Patrick Sutton who arrived an hour ago.
Skillfully she watched as the man sat in the waiting room on the opposite side with Charlene, his wife. She knew the two had recently spent months apart so she had no idea that Charlene would seek comfort in Patrick. But Kirsten knew that Patrick was skilled at bringing his family together.
Even if he had to pay some people off. Patrick locked eyes with Kirsten, who heavily darted her attention to her husband, Charlie.
How could she have made a deal with Patrick? He was a man that her family had referred to as the devil on many occasions. Kirsten could feel Charlie pull her into a hug and she let him. Trying to keep her mind on the events at hand. Her father was just finishing up his surgery.
She watched as David Schmidt walked up to the family with what looked like grim news. “Is everyone here?” He asked Kirsten, being the oldest she was naturally the one who always took charge.
“I had Marina call Emmet in Sunset Valley, but he cannot catch a flight out here until tomorrow morning. So as of right now, everyone is here David.” Kirsten never felt like she needed to call her step-father by any official names. There had always been a distaste between the two. “How is my father?”
“He’s stable.” David confirmed, looking down at his charts. “James is going to need a lot of bed rest and I think it is highly recommended that we keep him in the hospital for more tests and to keep an eye on him. We won’t know if the surgery is a complete success until all the tests come back.”
Kirsten could hear everyone around her breath sighs of relief but she still held onto her fears. She could feel her sister Marina stand by her side. “Can we see him? Is that alright for now?”
“I’d rather not have anybody disturbing his rest right now.”
Marina look conflicted. “But you said he was alright, why can’t we at least check on him?”
“Marina!” Kirsten snapped. “Let’s just take this one step at a time, okay? We have gotten our miracle right now, let’s not push it? Dads alright. Now let’s stick around as a family and wait for Emmet to fly in and maybe then we will see dad?”
“Fine.” She grumbled. “I’m just going to get us something to eat.”
After she left, Kirsten isolated herself from her family and approached David. “He is going to be fine, right? My father is going to pull through this?”
David patted his step-daughter on the shoulder. “I did everything I could possibly do for James, right now he needs all of you to pray for a full recovery. But in cases like this, the worst part is usually just the swelling. Which is the reason why I’d rather you sustain from seeing him.”
Kirsten agreed, ready to walk away she turned back to him. “Thanks David, for everything.”
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Scene Two:
Jimmy’s Bar
Her coughing only got worse as Miles Fowler kept an eye on her. There hadn’t been any sign of help for the last couple hours but he knew he couldn’t leave the two women, Abigail Jenkins seemed to be developing some kind of cough.
Moving her hand away from her mouth she weakly smiled.
“How much longer do you think it’ll be?” She asked, her voice hoarse from exhaustion. Abigail looked down at her best friend, Gillian. The blond was falling in and out of consciousness.
Miles moved towards the sink, but the water was turned off. “They’re probably doing a sweep through the main portions of the bar first. The hidden places like this bathroom should be next. How are you holding up?” But he knew she wasn’t doing well. “We will get out of this, okay?”
Abigail nodded. “I just want to be in my bed.”
The image of being at his apartment with Greta Wilkinson by his side. the warmth of the heater mixed with the warmth from her body made his stomach fill with anticipation. “We will be there soon. So tell me a little about yourself? You’re Caitlyn’s daughter, Danielle, right?”
The brunette didn’t know what to say. “My name is Abigail.” She broke her focus and looked back at Gillian. It was weird to think that her best friend’s new husband was now her father. “I don’t really know what my name is anymore.”
“I really don’t know who I am anymore to tell the truth.”
Miles sat next to her. “Who do you feel like?”
Frowning, Abigail pondered the question. “Like a lost little girl.”
Sitting in silence she pondered his question. It wasn’t like she thought everything would be a natural adjustment when she discovered who her parents where. But she never thought she would question who she was like she was doing now.
“Hello?!” A voice called from the hallway, both turned to one another. “Is there anyone in here? Is there anyone alive? Please holler back if you hear me!”
Tears filled Abigail’s eyes as she tried to maneuver herself up. The two of them hollered at the voice, making it known they were stuck in the bathroom. Making it known they were alive. Miles helped Abigail to her feet and hugged her in satisfaction.
They were getting rescued.
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Scene Three:
2634 W. Parker St., Stone Creek. Callahan Condos #15
Marina, Cassie & Lucian’s Home.
Getting off the phone with Marina, Cassie slipped back into the living room as Clifton tried to give Lucian one of his late night feedings. The phone had rung while Lucian was crying and he offered to take the baby off her hands for one feeding while Cassie answered the phone.
She smiled as Clifton failed miserably. “How about I help you there?”
Catching him by surprise, he looked up at her and frowned. “I don’t know how you do this every night. I can’t even get through the next couple minutes without failing.” He handed Lucian over to Cassie as she began to rock him in her arms and then she took the bottle from him.
“He is really simple actually. You just have to hold the bottle at a certain angle and rock him lightly. I don’t understand why, but he hates to be still while you are feeding him, nor does he like when you just sit there with him.” There was a look shared between the two grown-ups that caused Cassie to turn away.
“You’re really something else.”
She shrugged. “It just takes time.”
Clifton watched as she rocked the baby boy to sleep, slowly his cries started to die down. The brunette disappeared into her room to put Lucian in his crib and then reappeared in the doorway. “You will learn these little things once you are around him more.”
He shook his head. “How are you holding up?”
“Pretty good.” Cassie admitted, walking over to Clifton and sat across from him. “I didn’t think I’d be a good mother at first. When I found out I was pregnant with Lucian, to tell the truth, I was going to have an abortion. But then I decided on adoption.”
“Now he’s mine.” She breathed, feeling a chill in the room.
“Well, you are an amazing mother.” Clifton told her, scooting closer. “I’ve always wanted a child and for a long time I thought I would have one with Audrey. But I’ve grown to realize that things never happen the way you want them to and that little miracles do happen when you least expect them.”
“I’m sorry.”
Clifton shook his head. “Don’t be. For the last couple years Audrey and I had been growing apart and I think we’ve both realized that. It’s like watching two best friends trying to play house. At first, when you think about it and start planning things out, it works. But deep down, when it really counts, everything falls apart.”
“I don’t think things just fall apart.” She spoke lightly, watching as Clifton locked eyes with her. There was a moment of gratitude between the two of them as Cassie smiled. But then they both leaned into one another and locked lips. She didn’t know what urged her to do it.
But as soon as she did, Cassie regretted it.
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Our love. Our fights. Our friendships.
On Concrete Shelves.
Forever, they shall be remembered.
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Scene Four:
Stone Creek Memorial Hospital
Emily’s Room
Greta Wilkinson walked over to the bed and handed a cup of water to her brother’s girlfriend, Emily. They hadn’t had much time to just sit down and talk but the awkwardness seemed not to exist between the two. Greta frowned. “How are you holding up?”
Emily snarked. “I should be asking you that. Bentley is your own flesh and blood, I’m just his girlfriend. How are you holding up? Has your mother said anything yet about his leg? It looked pretty bad.” She handed the cup back to Greta who placed it on the side table.
Looking at Emily’s broken arm, Greta spoke. “You are allowed to be a mess over my brother you know? I know you mean a lot to him, he talks about you so highly.” She could see Emily blush. “It’s cute.”
“I care a lot about him.” She admitted, for the first time.
The two women had spent the last couple hours together, trying to find ways to pass the time. After Greta snuck food to Emily and refilled her pitcher of water they settled down for the night. “My mother said he should be alright. Just so you know.”
“That’s good.” Emily rested against the pillows. “Dr. Schmidt said he wanted to keep me here over night for observation. Ever since my first car accident he has treated me almost os if I was his daughter. He’s a nice man and sometimes it feels good to be treated like someone’s daughter.”
Greta smirked. “He’s a good guy.”
“How are you holding up with Miles still missing?” Emily asked, her attention refocused on Greta as she shifted in her skin. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
But Greta rubbed Emily’s arm. “I’m really scared for him, but I know that Miles is a strong man. He can get himself out of any situation. He’ll be okay and he will be here at the hospital soon, just you wait and see.” A smile from Greta caused Emily to smile as well.
“I just don’t know how one car can do so much damage.” Emily griped, slipping back up in the bed.
Greta flashed back to seeing her grandmother being carried out of the bar on a stretcher. She remembered Penelope telling her that she was the driver of the car. “That building was old, it was bound to fall apart.” She snapped, turning away from Emily.
“If my grandmother didn’t crash into Jimmy’s Bar, I’m sure the structure would have collapsed on its own.” Greta spoke, in defense.
That was a different piece of information that Emily didn’t know about. She pictured Penelope driving the car and closed her eyes. Greta was going through a whole lot of hell, Emily realized.
A different kind of silence fell between the two.
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Scene Five:
Jimmy’s Bar
“Chief!” Miles Fowler called out as he spotted Gideon Wilkinson by the entrance of the bar. He was sure that Gideon would be at the hospital with his family, unless they still hadn’t recovered one of Gideon’s children. Panic found it’s place on Miles face.
“Chief, what’s going on?” Miles asked as he approached him, Gideon looked to be relieved when he saw Miles heading his way. “Why are you still here? Please tell me that Greta and Bentley are alright.”
Gideon patted the younger man on the shoulder. “They are both at the hospital. Greta is fine, she had a few minor scratches, nothing to worry too much about. Bentley went into surgery on his legs not too long ago. My wife is taking care of them, I just needed to make sure everything is fine over here.”
The sight was one to take in. As Miles stood outside the ruined building he finally saw the full damage to the building. The front, where they had paid to get inside, was completely smashed in. There was tiny shards of glass all over the inside. The front half of the roof had collapsed.
Miles had heard a firefighter talk about faulty construction, he didn’t believe it until he was outside. It had looked as if an earthquake passed into the quaint little bar.
“What are we going to do?” Miles gasped, turning to Gideon.
The older of the two just watched. “We thank god that our loved ones are seemingly alright. How about you head back to the hospital and check on Greta, she was worried about your safety earlier. She’d be glad to know that you were alright.”
“We found somebody!” A man shouted, this caught the men’s attention. Both curious to see who was the last victim of the car accident. “We need a stretcher!”
Two EMT’s rushed past the men and back into the building. In a couple minutes they were back outside, a little slower this time. One pushing the stretcher, the other checking for a pulse. They stopped in front of Gideon as he frowned.
“That’s Natalie Marlowe, the mayors daughter.” He turned to Miles. “I think we all need to go to the hospital now, someone needs to get the mayor on the phone. If this girl doesn’t make it, this could mean all of our heads.” His voice rasp and cold.
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Scene Six:
Stone Creek Memorial Hospital
Waiting Room
After meeting with the Thurlow family and saying a few prayers, Diem Joplin kept her eyes glued to Patrick Sutton. He was the main reason she ended up at the hospital, she had tracked him down here unknowingly walking into the chaos.
She wanted to approach Patrick as soon as she got there, but then she caught a glimpse of Kirsten and knew something bad had happened. How could she not know that her best friend was in an accident. Diem reminded Caitlyn that James was a strong man.
Slipping away from the family she spotted Patrick walking towards the cafeteria. Although she knew he was hurting as well, this was her only chance to confront him and see if he knew anything about Abigail’s true paternity.
“Not now Diem.” Patrick spoke, causing the woman to stop in her tracks. “This is a personal time for my family and I don’t need any Thurlow minions causing ruckus.”
Diem frowned. “This is not some kind of high school revenge plot Patrick, we seriously need to talk.” Her arms folded, his attention latched onto her for a second, before discarding her and walking around. “I’m serious Patrick, this is about Abigail Jenkins!”
This time it was his turn to stop and he did it so well, his shoulders rolled back and he took a deep breath before turning around to look at Diem. There was some sort of determination in her eyes and he knew Diem wasn’t going to let him off the hook.
“What about her?”
Diem softened. “We need to do a DNA test on her Patrick, there is something about her background that isn’t adding up. If everything she has told the Thurlow’s is true, then Abigail Jenkins isn’t really Danielle and if she isn’t Danielle-”
“Don’t you have other things to do?” Patrick asked, cutting her off.
Her posture tensed up. “This is important.”
“So is my family.”
“Well, I understand that Patrick and I intend on giving Charlene my deepest condolences, but right now you need to answer at least one of my questions and I will leave you alone to take care of your family.” She could tell that Patrick was thinking it over. “I need to know why you picked Abigail out.”
There was more than enough tension between the two that could destroy the whole hospital if it was lit on fire. Diem knew she was gaining her edge back over Patrick. She could tell that after years of falling behind Patrick calculating mind, Diem was back in front.
“Why did you feel the need to tell Abigail that she was Danielle?” Diem stepped closer to Patrick, hoping to get an answer to the question and so that she could continue her mission. “If you know that the real Danielle is still out there, Patrick, you need to tell the truth.”
“You know what the sad thing is about you?” Patrick spoke, with a lubricated tongue. “Diem Joplin, you are still the same woman you have always been. You pride yourself on solving all these cases but the one case you cannot seem solve is how to heal your broken heart.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh Patrick, don’t start this again-”
But he shook his head in resistance. “So what do you plan to do? Be James Thurlow’s lapdog for the rest for your life? Or until he realizes that he is still in love with you and not Caitlyn? You’d have better luck finding that abusive ex. boyfriend of yours.”
Then she lost it. Like a slap to the face, Diem stood there too stunned that Patrick would bring up the years of abuse she had collected while living with William Maverick.
Noticing his chance to leave, Patrick turned away from her and walked off.
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Scene Seven:
510 Auburn Rd., Stone Creek.
Frank and Deborah’s Home.
He watched her for a minute before he rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. Frank Nelson had never seen his wife up this late, nor had he ever seen her try her hand at baking. He took note that she wasn’t doing too well as she double tasked.
“What are you doing?” Deborah jumped at the voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s way past midnight now, what are you doing up? Don’t tell me you are making cookies for the school kids across the street, you told me yourself you hated them picking your flowers.”
The woman rolled her eyes and looked at Frank. “I can’t sleep.”
Frank frowned. “What’s wrong Deb?”
“Just knowing what all of our friends are going through right now, I wanted to do something for them. After Caitlyn called and updated us on the status of James, I just wanted to make some baked goods for everyone to enjoy so they would have less to worry about.”
Her husband found his place next to her side and wrapped his arms around her waist. “How are things coming? By the smell of it, I think we might be making a trip to the deli in a couple hours.”
Deborah smacked his arm. “That’s not funny Frank. I am really trying here.”
“I know,” He spoke, trying to calm his wife down. Frank noticed the pain in her eyes and knew she meant more than just trying to bake cookies. “We are going to get through this, all of this Deb. Look at how far we have come!”
A grin emerged on her face. “When did we become the normal couple?”
Frank approached his wife once again. “How about this?” He kissed her on the lips and then turned towards the cupboard. “How about you use my extra hands to help you out a little here? Since it is the weekend now, I don’t have work until Monday.”
“You really up for baking cookies?”
He shrugged. “After we deliver these to the hospital I am sure we can get some much needed sleep into our schedule.” Playfully kissing Deborah’s neck. “We will have all day to ourselves. Just the two of us, it’ll be like old times. Like college.”
“We never got any sleep in college.” Deborah reminded him.
Frank smirked. “Exactly.”
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Scene Eight:
Stone Creek Memorial Hospital
Waiting Room
Ian Kiefer quickly slide through the glass doors of the entrance to the waiting room and caught his eye on Marina Thurlow, surely she would know something. “Marina!” He hollered, she turned around. The last couple minutes have been such a blur for him.
He stopped next to her. “Have you heard anything about Natalie? I have been trying to call her cell and I keep getting no answers.” Marina frowned. “Marina, I told her to go ahead to the bar without us. What if she is hurt really bad? Do you think she is here?”
“Calm down.” Marina spoke, although she hated Natalie she never wanted anything terribly bad to happen to her. She looked around the room. “I can ask my step-father David if I can find him. I’m sure he would know if anything.”
Ian smirked. “Thanks.”
“Have you called her parents?” His face fell. Of course he didn’t call them, Marina grumbled. “Right, they pretty much have no idea you exist. Well isn’t that convenient? To them you are no more than just a random friend, or hook-up buddy.”
They both grimaced.
“Look, I’m sure she is okay.”
Commotion caught them both off-guard as everyone in the room turned towards the entrance doors. “Where is my daughter?” Jared Marlowe barked, his wife following close behind him. “Can somebody tell me where the hell my daughter is?”
“Mr. Marlowe.” Marina Thurlow spoke, rolling her eyes at Ian as he disappeared into the shadows. “What is going on? Have you talked to Natalie at all?”
Jared looked at Marina as if he had no idea who she was. There was obviously no friendly hands between the Marlowe’s and Thurlow’s in all respects. “They just called us and told us to be at the hospital.” Kelly Marlowe spoke up.
“What is going on here?” Charlene Sutton asked, coming up to Marina’s side. She gripped the younger woman’s shoulder warmly and looked at the mayor and his wife. “Are you alright Kelly? My god, please tell me Natalie wasn’t in the bar during the accident as well.”
Kelly, the meek woman nodded her head. “They told us she would be transferred here.”
Charlene beckoned the woman to her side. “Maybe you guys should come wait with us.”
“We are not waiting.” Jared scoffed.
Out of nowhere Patrick Sutton chuckled in amusement. “Trust me Jared, that card doesn’t play well with these hospital folks. I’ve been huffing and puffing for hours and they still wont budge.” He offered the man a seat near them.
Jared looked around the room, defeated.
Then his eyes locked on Ian’s and a look of intrigue was evident upon his face. The man looked deathly familiar. He watched as Ian ducked down in a chair, right next to the brunette who approached him earlier. There was something definitely familiar about the man, he just couldn’t place it.
“I just hope my Natalie is going to be alright.” Kelly sniffled, completely unaware of everything else around her.
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Scene Nine:
2634 W. Parker St., Stone Creek. Callahan Condo’s #15
Marina, Cassie & Lucian’s Home.
Holding her cup of coffee, she replayed the kiss in her head. Although it was enlightening she knew it wasn’t something that could be expressed again. Cassie Lakhani looked up at her companion and smiled weakly. “I just hope that Marina and the Thurlow’s are doing alright.”
Clifton took notice at the awkwardness. “Cassie, we need to talk about what just happened.”
There it was, she sprung from her seat across from him and pulled her hair back. “But that’s just it Clifton, what just happened? It’s not going to happen again.” Her lips formed a hold around the cup in her hands. She took a drink and then shook her head. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
The older man sighed. “I want you to know that this isn’t because I’m getting a divorce from Audrey or because you are the mother of my child. Cassie I have spent a lot of time with you recently and I know the kind of woman you are-”
“Don’t go there Clifton.” She spurt, turning away from him and looking out the window. The snow was letting up now. She knew that Clifton would soon go back home and she would have time to recollect herself. “We have a son together, a beautiful baby boy, but that doesn’t mean we have to be together.”
“I have true feelings for you Cassie.”
Turning to face Clifton she could see that he was genuine in sorts. “You’re getting a divorce for the woman you called your wife for the better part of a decade. You don’t know where your true feelings lie. I’m sorry Clifton, I really don’t know what else to tell you.”
“I will never get over Audrey.”
Every mention of her name hit Cassie with a sharp pain. “She was the love of your life and I know even though you both are going through this messy divorce she will always be the love of your life. Look, I’m not trying to get sappy on you Clifton, but I don’t want to be that woman.”
He cocked his head. “What woman?”
“The one who keeps you two apart.” She sighed, sinking into the seat next to him. “Listen, I am completely flattered that you have feelings towards me. You are a very good man. But your heart still belongs to Audrey, I can see it in your face.”
Clifton smirked weakly. “So we can’t try to sort us out?”
A nod later, Clifton took his cup of coffee to his lips. “We can work together raising Lucian, that we can do. But us being together? Clifton, I just wouldn’t feel right trying to take Audrey’s place in your heart. I don’t know where she stands on the issue, but I think you both need to talk.”
“Yeah.” He scoffed, taking everything in.
[.....]
Scene Ten:
Stone Creek Memorial Hospital
“She’s flatlining!” A nurse hollered as they pushed the patient into the emergency room. The dark skinned woman slipped past the empty hallways as she kept up with the rest of the crew trying to keep the woman alive. “We need to get her stable!”
Dr. David Schmidt entered the scene, pulling the nurses attention towards him. “Where the hell did they find her?” He asked looking over her body. “She looks like she has taken more than her share of beatings.” Directing the crew to an operating room he caught sight of the Marlowe’s.
Jared’s face dropped, and he held his crying wife in his arms.
Although David hadn’t spent much time with the eccentric family, he knew that his career was now on the chopping block. Nodding his head in a silent agreement, he slipped back into the operating room and into his scrubs.
The nurse, already preparing Natalie looked up at him. “She’s bleeding out as well.”
Taking a deep breath, David could feel himself perspiring. “Then we find a way to stop the bleeding. Come on guys, this might be the most important life changing surgery of our lives. Let’s save this young woman and let’s do this hospital proud.”
Outside the hospital room, Ian Kiefer watched as the Marlowe’s sat beside Charlene Sutton. There was so much of him that wanted to go over and reveal himself to them. But he knew it wasn’t the right time. If only he was both Jared and Kelly’s child things would be so much easier.
Marina approached Ian and nudged his shoulder. “They need you.”
“I don’t really think they need me right now. Maybe a miracle to save my sister’s life, but me? That is just a whole new mess that doesn’t need to be revealed.” He pulled her into a hug and tried to stay calm. “I’m just so glad you are right here with me.”
“I always will be Ian.” She spoke. Deep down she felt that Ian was making the wrong choices by not revealing himself to Jared Marlowe. Marina couldn’t understand why Ian would hide himself away from his family. The people who were meant to protect him.
She looked over at hers. Kirsten Sutton was sitting in a waiting room chair holding their step-mother, Caitlyn’s hand while Charlie Sutton hovered over Kirsten, rubbing her shoulders. Marina knew her brother was on a plane headed for the city right now.
Marina only wished that Ian had that kind of comfort.
[.....]
Scene Eleven:
Stone Creek Memorial Hospital
ICU, Isobel’s Room.
Mac Kern watched as the woman he had met earlier today lay in the bed motionless. The hospital room was so cold and void of comfort, the machines keeping his attention from clearing out his thoughts. He knew that down stairs there were other families going through this perfect hell.
But Isobel Cortez was up here, nearly alone.
How did he find so much interest in a woman who chose to be invisible in Stone Creek. Mac flashed back to the night before when they were in the back of his car and then when the were in Jimmy’s bar. The shine of her smile as they began dancing.
Then he panicked.
Now Isobel lay in the hospital. Could she hear anything that was around her? Was there even an Isobel left in her body to continue living? Mac felt so guilty for putting her in her current situation. She was a woman so full of life.
A hand tapped his shoulder, looking up he smirked.
“Can I have some time alone with my sister?” Catalina Cortez asked, motioning towards the door. Once Mac took his things and left her alone, she looked at her younger sister. “I don’t know what we are going to do now Isobel.”
Slumping into the chair next to her sister’s bed, Catalina watched as she slept. “I used to be a good guy, I used to be alright. There was a time when all I wanted to do was protect you and now?” She shook her head at the thought. “I just need you to be alright.”
[.....]
Scene Twelve:
Stone Creek Memorial Hospital
Abigail’s Room.
The brunette turned her head towards the door to see Damien Crenshaw standing in the hallway. “How long have you been standing there?” She asked, a smile creasing her lips.
Her father stepped into the room. “For a couple minutes, actually.” Taking a seat across from her, Damien looked at all the machines she was hooked-up to. “How are you feeling?”
Abigail spotted the look of fear on his face. “I’m alright. These machines aren’t really that bad.” She pointed to one. “This one is just keeping my hydrated and this one over here is just keeping track of my heart beats. I asked the doctor all those questions earlier.”
“Still.” Damien spoke. “I’m just glad that you are alright. I saw your mother downstairs, I think she is still a mess right now over James Thurlow being in the hospital as well. I wouldn’t put it past her if she didn’t come up here to see you immediately.”
“It’s understandable.” Abigail scrunched up her nose. “I just keep flashing back to the accident. There was just so much going on at one time that it is hard to keep track of what was going on, you know?” He nodded in agreement. “I just hope Gillian is alright.”
Damien kissed Abigail on the forehead. “She is doing fine.”
“That’s good.”
As the two began to enjoy each other’s company. Abigail replaced her worry with comfort. “I’m just glad that you are here. It means a lot to me that you came to visit and to make sure I was alright.”
“Of course.” Damien replied. Grabbing his daughter’s hand and continuing onto a story about when she was first born and how it made him feeling like the happiest man alive. Enthralled in the story, Abigail failed to notice her mother, Caitlyn, standing in the doorframe.
Defeated.
[.....]
Next Time, On Concrete Shelves
- Caitlyn pleads with Damien over Abigail.
- Diem puts her plan into action.
- Penelope get’s conflicting news.
- Catalina starts to unravel...
