Fan Fiction / Zoids Fan Fiction ❯ Unforgettable ❯ after the storm ( Chapter 20 )

It seemed to take hours for Moonbay, hours since Fiona was rushed to the hospital. But in reality it was only an hour or so that she'd been waiting in the waiting room waiting for any sort of news on Fiona's condition but it never seemed to come.

 

She felt horrible that something like that had to happen. She just wished she could get a hold of the one responsible and beat the living daylights out of him but the problem was that nobody but Fiona knew who it was. It made it worse that she was in no condition to be able to tell.

 

Moonbay was just pacing the room waiting for a doctor to come out and tell her what was going on. It always got her hopes up when someone came up but they were always shot down the next moment when she saw that it wasn't for what she wanted. Just some news to tell her that Fiona was going to be alright would do.

 

Another hour passed and Moonbay felt like she was about to go crazy if she didn't do something. She finally decided what to do. She got up and walked to the phone. She knew that Irvine and Van would definitely want to know what happened.

 

*****

 

Irvine had been doing what he could to get some sleep that night and he knew he was just about to when he heard the phone ring. It seriously pissed him off that someone would dare call so late at night. He was seriously tempted to just ignore the call but decided against it so he just got up and picked up the phone. “Hello,” he said in a groggy voice.

 

He was confused because he didn't hear anything on the other side of the line. Then he suddenly heard something but it sounded like sniffling. “Hello? Who is this?” he asked growing annoyed that someone would call him that late at night and not even have the decency of saying anything. “I'm hanging up then!”

 

“Irvine!” Moonbay's panicked voice finally said across the phone and Irvine immediately put it back to his ear. He could definitely hear panic in her voice and it was something that he knew he should worry about since she wasn't normally like that.

 

“Moonbay?! Where are you? You know you shouldn't be up in your condition!” he yelled into the phone finally glad that he could let off the frustration he'd been feeling about knowing that he didn't know where his wife and child were.

 

“I'm pregnant, not dying,” she said in an aggravated tone. She seemed calm for a second before she seemed to remember why she was calling. “I need your help Irvine. Something terrible has happened!” she almost yelled into the phone and he could practically see her crying over the phone.

 

Irvine sat up straight and turned on the light in the room since he didn't think it was necessary to turn it one before he picked up the phone. “What happened?! Are you ok?! What about the baby?!” he yelled thinking of just about everything bad that could've happened while they were gone.

 

“I-I'm fine and so is the baby,” she managed to say and he let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. “Fiona isn't though! She's in the hospital Irvine!” Moonbay yelled out in a panicky voice. “She's in the emergency room right now!”

 

“Fiona's in the hospital?!” he yelled as he finally sat up and started to get dressed really quickly. “Just stay there and I'll be down there in a little while! Where are you anyways?!” he yelled and just wrote down the name of the place on a piece of paper. He felt lucky that he knew where it was. It wasn't so lucky that it would take a bit of time to get there.

 

He quickly said goodbye before he hung up the phone and got completely ready. `I should probably tell Van as well. I don't think he'd like it if anyone kept this a secret from him even if he's having plenty of problems of his own,' Irvine thought but figured that he'd better just head over to Van's.

 

*****

 

Van found himself just staring up at the ceiling. He took a quick look over at his clock which read that it was only about midnight by then. `I thought that it'd be later than that,' he thought turning his head to stare back at the ceiling.

 

Van had thought it over all through the day and had come to a decision about what he was going to do. In some ways, he had no choice but to go with this option. It was unfortunately the most painful one to make because it came at a great cost that he didn't want to give up.

 

Everything appeared to be true. Tiffany was having his child. He really had no choice but to remain with Tiffany and see what he could do to make his marriage with her work even at the cost of having to end things with Fiona.

 

Van could think back to what happened just a few hours before when he went back to Tiffany to tell her of his decision. She seemed all too happy to accept it much to his displeasure. It wasn't that pleasant of a visit because of the others results it produced. One's that made Van cringe at the thought.

 

***Flashback***

 

Van knocked on the door at around seven that night. He hated his decision but there was too much pressure on him and he knew that it would be unavoidable. He still didn't know how things could've gone from so good to as bad as it did in such a short amount of time.

 

The door opened and Tiffany looked out of it and beamed at Van. “Van, what a pleasant surprise to see you here,” she said although she didn't look the least bit surprised that he was here. She probably even knew what it was about.

 

“Listen I just stopping by to say that I'm calling off the divorce,” he said and she smiled even broader. He seemed to twitch on the spot. “Can we talk about this inside?” he asked her and she nodded and got out of his way.

 

He walked in and took a seat on her couch as she went in to make a cup of tea, which was always her preference over coffee. He saw her come back in a few minutes later and take a seat across from him and stare at him waiting for him to say something first.

 

“I want to make something straight first. I'm not doing this for you,” he said and saw her smile falter a bit before he continued speaking. “It wouldn't be fair to the child if I was to just leave like that,” he said frowning as he stared down at his clasped hands.

 

“That's ok. I guess I could only expect that much after what you did,” she said but her voice didn't sound nearly as cheerful as it did when she first opened the door. “But we're going to have to set down some rules for this,” she said staring at Van sternly. “I don't want you going near that Fiona girl ever again!” she said with anger flashing through her eyes.

 

Van couldn't believe he was hearing that but then again, he somehow figured that she would pull a stunt like that. She obviously didn't want any sort of competition for Van and Fiona was the biggest that she could get. “Forget it! No matter what happens she's still my friend!” he yelled although he figured that he probably wouldn't be able to face her after this.

 

“Think I care. I'm not going to have you run out on me again for her. What would our child think of it?” she yelled at him. “She'll just be in the way of us again! I want this to work out just as much as you do but you'll need to make some sacrifices for it to work!”

 

Van didn't say much but she seemed to do a lot of yelling. He just tried to leave as quickly as possible. There were a lot of things that he had to do. Each more painful than the last

 

***End Flashback***

 

Van refused to admit that she was right. If Fiona was around, it would just make it harder on him to try and make a loveless marriage work. He wondered what was worse, raising a child in a loveless marriage or raising the child separately.

 

His parents weren't very happy when he called them and told them about what was going on. Him as well as his parent all had high hopes for Van and Fiona but Van knew that he had to try and forget about it all. He had to think about his child before his own hopes with Fiona.

 

Van turned over and was about to get some sleep when he heard a knocking at his door. He wanted more than anything to just not listen to it and leave himself to his misery but he still found himself getting up and walking out of the room he once shared with Fiona towards the door.

 

Van opened it up and saw that it was just Irvine that was standing there. “Hey Irvine,” he said in a dejected tone of voice as he turned and walked back inside. “I made a choice about what I'm going to do,” he said before Irvine could even speak. “I feel I need to try and make my marriage work even if just for the sake of my child.”

 

Irvine was afraid that something like that would happen but he had more important business at hand. “Van there's no time for that. You need to get dressed quickly. I know you have your own problems but Moonbay just called me and told me that Fiona is in the hospital!” Irvine said in an urgent voice.

 

Van seemed to pale at this news. `Fiona's in the hospital?' he asked himself wishing for it to just be some sort of joke but he could see that Irvine was serious. “I-I wish I could go but I can't,” Van said burying his face in his hands. He knew it sounded rather cold but he didn't have a choice.

 

“What do you mean you can't go?! Fiona's in the hospital and she probably wants you with her right now! Are you just going to leave her waiting for you like that because you're feeling all this pity for yourself?!” Irvine yelled at him furious that Van wasn't even going to try to come with him.

 

Van just stood up quickly and started to walk back to his room. He had this big urge to see Fiona in her time of need but he didn't see the point in it if the only thing he could do is something that will make everything all the worse for her. “Tell her I'm sorry for me,” he said before closing and locking the door to his room once again. He just wished for that horrible day to end.

 

Irvine growled loudly before he just turned and slammed the door to Van's house on the way out. He knew that Van was just trying to do the right thing for everyone but Irvine thought it was stupid and that he was probably just inflicting more pain on others than he realized.

 

*****

 

It was about two in the morning before Moonbay was woken up from a slight nap she was trying to take when Irvine came rushing into the hospital. She was happy to see him and rushed up and hugged him tightly. “Thank god you're here?!” she yelled while her forehead rested against his chest.

 

“Yeah, I came as soon as you told me. Is there any news of her condition yet?” he asked her but she just shook her head no and it seemed to make Irvine feel even worse. “What exactly happened to put her in here?” he asked as the two of them walked over and took a seat.

 

Moonbay started to explain all that had happened up until the point when she came into the room and saw Fiona. “She was just laying there on the floor with blood all around her. The entire room was trashed. I was so scared when I saw it Irvine!” she said laying her head upon his shoulder.

 

“It's ok Moonbay. Fiona's a strong girl. I know she'll make it through it,” he said doing whatever he could to calm down his worried wife. It was unfortunate that it didn't seem to have quite the effect that he was looking for.

 

“You didn't see it Irvine! This is worse than anything I've ever seen!” she said in a slightly raised voice. She was shaking at just the memory of it. For someone that was normally very calm and strong, this seemed like it was a completely different from the Moonbay everyone used to know.

 

It took a while but Moonbay finally started to calm down. It was only then that she really seemed to take notice that Irvine had come alone. “Where's Van? I thought for sure that he'd want to be here for Fiona,” she said wiping her eyes.

 

Irvine just scowled at the memory. “He isn't coming. He says that he's planning on staying with Tiffany!” he growled out and he heard Moonbay gasp. “Wanting to stay for his child is fine but Fiona's really hurt and he was acting like a jerk!” he spat out as he hand clenched into a fist.

 

Moonbay was stopped from responding to that when a doctor exited the emergency room and approached the two of them. “Excuse me, are you the young woman that came in with Miss Lynette?” he asked Moonbay.

 

Moonbay stood up glad that they may finally be able to get some sort of news on Fiona's condition. “Yes I am. How is she? Is she going to be ok?” Moonbay said starting to pelt him with more and more questions.

 

“Please slow down. I can only answer so many questions at once,” he said before looking at his clipboard. “As for Miss Lynette's condition. We seem to have her stabilized for the moment but the injuries were pretty substantial. Do you know how it happened?” he asked solemnly.

 

Moonbay just shook her head. “No. She was only supposed to go and get something from the room but never came down. That's how I found her when I went to check on her after more time had passed than she said it would,” Moonbay exclaimed wishing to get the image of that room and Fiona out of her head.

 

“Anyways, she's resting right now but I'm afraid that I can't let you see her until we get a better assessment of her situation. You'll probably only have to wait a few more hours,” he said before he turned and walked back into the emergency room.

 

Moonbay breathed a small sigh of relief but it still wasn't enough to calm her completely because anything could still happen to Fiona. She would only feel fully relieved when they knew that Fiona would be fine.

 

*****

 

Van sighed as he zipped up his suitcase the next morning. He didn't want to move out of here because he really enjoyed living here with Fiona. It held so many fond memories for them. Maybe that was one of the reason he wanted to get out. Tiffany would find him if he continued to live here with her having his child. This was a place that he didn't want to share with her.

 

He decided that he would just move back into his old house. It would allow him to be close to his child during all that time before it was born. He knew that he wouldn't be happy no matter what happened though.

 

There was only one time that he could remember feeling this lousy. It was just after Fiona had left him seven years before. This time it was him that was leaving and yet it still made him feel just as bad. It was like leaving his heart behind him.

 

Van dragged his suitcase out to the car and looked at the place he'd called home with Fiona for months one last time before he got in his car. He watched slightly as he drove the car away from the lovely beachside home.

 

Van just drove with a placid look on his face. Except for the idea of a child, he had no other reason to be happy anymore. The fact that the child wasn't Fiona's also made it much worse on him. He wished that Fiona was the one pregnant so that he'd actually have something to be happy about.

 

About twenty minutes later, Van pulled up in front of his old home. It was a place that just didn't seem very comforting anymore. All he wanted was to be back in the other house with Fiona. He knew that it would be impossible now for anything to work between the two of them.

 

Van stepped out of the car just as Tiffany stepped out of the house. Apparently she was leaving to go somewhere since she had her purse with her. She actually looked surprised to see Van there and ready to move back in already. “Wow! I expected it would take longer before you willingly moved back in,” she said with a laugh as she approached Van.

 

Van sighed as he saw that she was trying to kiss him. He just dodged it and started to walk back to the house. He heard her growling in frustration as he opened the door and walked back in without even saying one word to her. He was glad that she was leaving. It meant that he would get a few more hours to himself before his hell got started.

 

He just set his stuff, which months before he'd just been trying to get out of the house, by the door and then started to look around. Everything was so unfamiliar to him now and he knew that he'd never be able to get used to it.

 

Tiffany always said that she hated most of the stuff they had when they lived together before and he guessed that she changed everything almost immediately after her left. Van actually liked it the old way. His mother actually helped him arrange everything when him and Tiffany first moved into the house. He guessed that was one of the reasons that she hated it. She never got along with his mother.

 

Van sat down on the couch that he felt was much less comfortable than the one this place used to hold and leaned back wishing that he could just die right then. It would just save him from the misery that he was almost sure he was about to go through.

 

It was almost an hour after that before he finally decided to move again. He took it upon himself to get familiar with this new place once again. He knew where to go in the house but it was still unfamiliar with all the new furniture.

 

He slowly walked up the stairs that led to the bedrooms and just started to go through them. All them were exactly the same except for one room that he had absolutely no need for then or now. It was basically Tiffany's own personal room for all her private stuff.

 

Van had never had much of an interest in the room and even when their marriage was mostly ok, she refused to allow him in that room. She was just lucky that he never had enough of an interest in it to even bother with it.

 

Van walked to the room that he at one time used to share with Tiffany and saw that it too was completely different from before. He was beginning to wonder how she could even afford to be able to buy all of this new stuff. It must've cost her a fortune which he wasn't aware that she could afford.

 

Van groaned as he walked back down the stairs and fell onto the couch. `How did I ever get into this mess?' he asked himself as he laid down on his back and stared up at the ceiling just as he had done the previous night.

 

`Is there any way to get out of this mess I'm in?' he asked himself as he ran through his hand through his hair which had fallen down form his normal style and he didn't feel like working to get it back up right then. `No point. I'd have to prove that she's lying or she'll keep going on as she did.'

 

Van groaned as he stood up and started to walk up the stairs towards one of the guest rooms. He wanted a nap and wasn't ready to start sleeping in the same bed as Tiffany once more. He wondered if he ever would be ready to give up his memories of him and Fiona for that.

 

Van walked past Tiffany's private room but tripped over something that had somehow escaped from it. “How'd this get here? Tiffany's always been a neat freak. She wouldn't just leave something like this out here,” he said as he turned towards the room next to him.

 

`No point leaving it out. It's not like I'm going to be looking around,' he thought as he opened the door to the room he'd never stepped a foot in before. The place was filled with all sorts of things. Van didn't know why she was so adamant about keeping him out of it before. It didn't look like there was anything valuable in there.

 

Van walked over to the desk in the far corner and placed the object down on it. He couldn't help but notice that the desk had several pictures plastered all over it. Some he noticed were of him and she didn't look too happy with them since a few were torn up. He guessed he couldn't blame her.

 

Van figured he spent enough time in the room and turned to leave before Tiffany suddenly found out that he was in there. Unfortunately he was stopped once again by almost tripping on a loose floorboard that was in the middle of the room.

 

“What the,” Van said as he kneeled down and looked at it. It was just sticking up slightly but seemed to also look like it'd been pulled up several times before then. He also took notice that there appeared to be something underneath it.

 

Van's curiosity got the better of him and he slid his finger underneath the small board and pulled it up slightly. He was surprised when it came up easily and was even more surprised to see a small book lying hidden underneath it.

 

Van reached in and pulled the book out. “What could possibly be in this to make her want to hide it,” he asked himself as he turned it over and examined it. `I wonder what's in it,' he thought as he carefully opened the book to the first page. `It's a diary,' he thought snapping the small book in his hand shut.

 

Van looked at it for a few seconds before he opened it again. He was too curious about what was going through her mind to just leave this alone when answers to any question he ever had about Tiffany were right in front of him as if just waiting for him to read it.

 

Van hesitantly started to read the words on the first page. It appeared to be just after the two of them met. `I met this guy recently. His name is Van and I couldn't help but notice him as I was taking a walk one night. Apparently he was supposed to be very rich. It ought to be very interesting to see what's going to happen.'

 

`That was short,' Van thought as he flipped a few of his pages. He didn't like what he read though because it sounded as if the only interest she had in him in the beginning was because of his money. That was not exactly what he had in mind when he first asked her out.

 

Van flipped through several pages seeing that many of them were just as short as the first one. `He finally asked me out just as I suspected he would. I thought it would take forever. All he ever did when I talked to him was blubber over some bitch named Fiona. Bet I could make him forget all about her. She obviously didn't know what a goldmine he'd become or she wouldn't have let him go.'

 

Van growled as he read it. “She really doesn't love me at all does she? All she seems to think I am is a source of money for her!” Van grumbled as he flipped a few more pages. Just reading all these were seriously making him reconsider his decision no matter what the circumstances were in the first place.

 

Van turned to the next page and noticed the difference in the date. He figured she must've put off writing in this for a while. `It took longer than I thought but I've finally managed to get him to propose to me. Bet he never even thought about it with that other woman. In just a few hours I'll finally be his wife and I'll have everything I ever wanted in my life.'

 

Van sighed as he flipped a few more pages and came to a stop. `I don't believe him! Everything was going perfectly for me and then he just get up and runs off with the woman that was supposed to have broken his heart seven years ago! I don't see what it is about her that attracts him to her! I have everything she has and more. So what makes her so special to him?'

 

Van turned it until he came to the last page. He was surprised because the thing was labeled for barely two days ago. It was also a bit lengthier than the rest of the entries. “I wonder what she could have so much to talk about,” Van muttered to himself as he started to read it.

 

`I got some really startling news the other day, I'm pregnant. As if I didn't have enough bad things in my life to worry about. No way he'll take me back if he finds out about this. That is unless I actually make him think it's his. Of course this ruins my career completely I think.' Van growled a bit at that. He couldn't believe what he just saw.

 

`I've come up with a great plan just the other day. I know Van has this stupid sense of honor so I figured that I could use that. If I was to make it look like this child is his then I'll have him back for sure. He'll probably want to have another test. Maybe if I can get one to fool him then he'll believe it without any questions.'

 

Van gasped in shock. He didn't know how he could've been so foolish as to believe what she said. Of course she would do that if she figured it would get him back. `She must've known that I'd find out eventually and discover the truth and leave her,' he thought as he continued reading hoping for an answer.

 

`The real question is how am I to do it without having him realize the truth. He'll more than likely figure it out eventually and will end up leaving me again. That's something I can't have.' It said and Van couldn't help but nod in agreement.

 

The next part of the entry really made Van's blood boil more than the rest. `I think I just figured it out. Not like I really wanted this stupid child anyways. What if I was to get an abortion and claim that it was a miscarriage? If I know Van, he'll feel bad for me and he'll stay with me. It has to do with that stupid honor of his.'

 

Van couldn't take reading anymore of it and slammed the little diary shut. He knew that if he hadn't found it that her little plan probably would've worked too. `I can't believe I was such a fool to believe that she could've actually be having my kid!' he thought angrily as he slammed his fist against the wall.

 

`She never loved me; I was only a source of money to her. She'd do anything to make sure that she didn't lose that, including playing on my dream of someday having a family of my own!' he said as his body started to shake in anger.

 

Van suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and closing downstairs. “I'm home Van!” he heard Tiffany's voice yell from the bottom of the stairs. He could hear the quacking of her voice and knew she was about to put on the biggest act of a lifetime. He'd be ready for it though.

 

Van stuffed the little book in his pockets and tried to straighten up his face a little. He figured he'd let her play her little game before he gave her the biggest shock of a lifetime. He found it hard not to just yell at her as soon as he saw her.

 

Van walked out of the room silently so that she'd still not know that he was in there. He then walked toward the stairs and started to walk down them just as she started to walk up then. “Are you ok?” he asked fighting the urge to roll his eyes at the sight of the fake tears that were coming down her face.

 

Tiffany looked at Van with a look of pain on her face. She then ran forward and buried her face into Van's shirt and shed the fake tears that she'd been practicing hard for when he decided to come back. “No, I'm not! I was just at the doctors. Apparently I had a miscarriage!” she cried in a very convincing way.

 

Van suddenly had a great idea for a good way to piss her off. Maybe it would even get her to admit to the truth. He managed to pick up one thing from the room before he left, a small tape recorder. He'd get her saying it herself.

 

“Y-you mean that I'm not going to have a kid of my own?” Van said glad that he knew how to act as well. He never had a real need for it until right then. He looked at her as she just shook her head no sadly. “Ok then. I guess I can go now!” he said fighting the urge to laugh out loud at the look on her face.

 

Tiffany was completely shocked because this was not the way she figured he would act. “You're leaving?!” she said as more fake tears streamed down her face. “You're not even going to comfort me?!” she yelled still faking like a woman that was hurting from the loss of her child.

 

“You're a strong woman,” Van said without even looking behind him. He knew that she was losing her temper and quickly. He turned on the little tape recorder and waited for what he knew what was about to come.

 

“Are you really that cold hearted of a person Van?!” she yelled and he just shrugged his shoulders. This was definitely not going as she had planned. She expected him to be all over her because of her grief, not walking away like he didn't even care that the child was dead.

 

Van turned and looked towards her. She wasn't even looking at him; she was looking towards the floor shaking. Van had to admit that's he was definitely a very good actress. He wouldn't be fooled by her any longer. “Sometimes I can ask you the same thing,” he muttered as he turned around again.

 

Tiffany looked up at him quickly and had an appalled look on her face. “How dare you! I go through all the trouble of lying about this being your child to get you back and you insult me!” she yelled before she realized what she said and slapped her hands over her mouth before she blurted out anything else.

 

Van grinned knowing that he got exactly what he was looking for. “Just what I needed to hear,” he said with a grin as he shut off the tape recorder. Better to have her say it without him bringing it up or people would think that he tricked it out of her.

 

Van dug around in his back pocket and grabbed the diary and threw it at her feet. “I knew all about your scheme when I read this. No wonder you didn't want me to go in that room. You were afraid I'd find out the truth of you being a lying bitch!” He said before he turned and grabbed his suitcase and left.

 

Van stopped at the door first and then turned with a scowl on his face. “If you think that I'm going to call off the divorce now then you'll sorely mistaken!” Van said before walking himself out the door promising that he would never come back there ever again. He'd have Fiona soon so he had no reason to.

 

Van got into his car and drove off. He saw her running after him but he didn't give a care as he drove down the road. He managed one quick look at the clock and saw that it was only about nine in the morning by then and that he could go see Fiona.

 

*****

 

Irvine and Moonbay were glad when they were finally able to go and see Fiona. They had to keep her under close watch all night and it was nearly eleven in the morning before they were finally able to see her.

 

The sight that met them wasn't exactly the greatest. Fiona looked to be a complete mess laying there in her hospital bed. Her forehead was wrapped in a bandage that was already slightly soaked in blood. Her right cheek also had a bandage on it but it didn't seem too bad. Fiona's left arm was in a cast and they could also see the bandage that was wrapped around her chest just barely peaking out of the hospital robes that they made her wear.

 

“We had to sedate her last night and a bit this morning so she'll still be out of it for a while. I don't think she'll really know that you're here,” the doctor said coming in and checking on Fiona's IV bags before he turned around and then left the room writing something on his clipboard.

 

“Van should've been here for her,” Moonbay grumbled as she sat in the chair next to Fiona's bed. She looked at Fiona's face. One eye was turning a dark color and looked like it was starting to swell. She even needed an oxygen mask just to help her breath.

 

“I don't think he'll be able to keep himself away from her for long no matter what Tiffany puts in his head,” Irvine muttered as he took one of Fiona's hands and held it lightly. Fiona wasn't just like a sister to him but rather he considered her an actually sister. The once vibrant sister he knew didn't seem like the woman in front of him.

 

Both of them sighed knowing it was pointless to talk to her since she was probably not going to talk back to them. They just sat there in silence until it was broken by a nurse walking in carrying a bag of what looked like blood.

 

“Oh good,” Moonbay muttered since they knew that Fiona lost a lot of blood and would need some more. Unfortunately Fiona had a very rare blood type and there weren't many that had the blood that she needed. Having this meant a much faster recovery for her, or at least they hoped.

 

“Someone just came in and offered to give blood knowing he had a rare blood type. He was more eager than anyone I've ever seen giving blood before,” The nurse said strapping the blood up so that it was starting to be given to Fiona. She then left the room without another word.

 

“I guess we should be thankful for that person. Van could've also since he has Fiona's blood type as well. I always found that rather funny. Both have one of the rarest blood types,” Moonbay said with a small laugh.

 

Moonbay then stopped laughing when she heard a small groan coming from the bed. She turned her head quickly just as she saw Fiona's eyes peak open slightly but shut when she saw the bright lights of the room. “Oh sorry,” Moonbay said dimming the lights a bit.

 

“W-where am I?” Fiona asked struggling to breathe a bit. Her head turned very slightly and she instantly regretted that action as pain surged through it and she forced herself back into the position that didn't hurt quite as much.

 

“In the hospital. You were attacked Fiona and for a while I didn't think you were going to make it,” Moonbay said placing a hand carefully on Fiona's shoulder to kept her from trying to move again. “Do you remember who did this to you Fiona?” Moonbay asked and she saw Fiona make the slightest of movements but she could tell that it was a nod. “Who?” she asked eagerly because she wanted to kill the person that did it.

 

“Ethan James,” a voice said softly at the door causing all that could to look in the person's direction. They saw Van standing at the door. “He's already been arrested and is being held without bail for the time being,” he said carrying what appeared to be white roses in one arm and the other arm had a big bandage around it. It was obvious that he was the one that gave the blood.

 

Moonbay looked towards Irvine and just jerked her head towards the door and he got the unasked question as the two of them stood up. “We'll come by later to see how you're doing,” Moonbay said as her and Irvine walked past Van and out of sight to leave the two of them alone.

 

“I… uh… got you some flowers,” he said holding up the white roses for Fiona and took a few steps towards her. “I'm sorry this had to happen to you Fiona,” he muttered as he took a seat in the chair that Moonbay had occupied only a few moments before.

 

Fiona turned her head despite the pain and looked at him. Just having him there made her feel a great deal better despite all the pain she was in. “It wasn't your fault. You didn't even know where we were,” she said weakly since it hurt her to speak. Her eyes suddenly held sadness at the memory of what happened before they left. “Why aren't you with Tiffany?”

 

Van placed a finger over Fiona's lips to stop her from talking. He saw how much it pained her to do so. “Let's not talk about it,” he said softly as his hand went up and carefully brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face.

 

Fiona snuggled into Van's hand when he cupped her cheek. It was so wonderful being there with him again. She suddenly felt herself growing tired and her eyes shut and she fell into a peaceful sleep.

 

Van smiled when he saw her fall asleep. Despite all her injuries and bruising, she was still the most beautiful person he knew. He stood up carefully and leaned over placing a small kiss on her lips before he settled back down figuring he could use a good nap after such a long and stressful day.