Who: Hunter Cleage, Lisbeth Kane, OPEN to Maggie
When: August 13h, close to 10am
Where: Reesyn Memorial, the Hospital.
Hunter stood out in the hallway for awhile, just staring at the door. He was so close, and yet he couldn't seem to take the last two or three steps and find out if it was Lizzy in there or not. He didn't think he could, if he was honest with himself. He didn't think he could take seeing her laying in some hospital bed, probably seriously hurt. But then again, if it wasn't her, he didn't think he could take the thought of her still being out there somewhere, trapped with her father.
It was a lot to think about, and at that very moment he was too tired for thinking. His skin was still crawling, making him feel uncomfortable just standing there. But he knew he could take even a short nap before he went into the room. Before he finally found out if it was her or not.
Which may have been what finally pushed him forward, made him grab the door handle and push his way into the room. He didn't bother to knock, wanting to just get it over with, find out if it was or wasn't her, then deal with it. Possibly pass out either way.
"Hello," he called out quietly after he stuck his head in. Quickly following with the rest of his body, and almost jumping when the door snapped shut. The sterile smell in the room was too strong, filling his nose immediately and not leaving any room for anything else. A few steps later though, and he was in front of the bed. Looking down at a battered and bruised version of his girlfriend.
"Lizzy?" he asked quietly, not wanting to wake her if she was sleeping. She looked like she could use the sleep.