InsaneJournal

Hospital, Post-Roof Disaster, Jazz, Tom, Lucas, NPCs
The cut on her ear had been checked and found to be more dramatic looking than it actually was. It had clotted on the ride over from Morningstar and the nurse here had done nothing more than cleaned it and dabbed some antiseptic on before sending Jazz away to the waiting room where, she'd been told, someone would be along to talk to her about Tom.

Tom.... Her chest constricted, the heavy weight that had taken up on her intensifying. He'd still been unconscious, lying so pale and still, when the ambulance had arrived at the hospital and they'd whisked him out of sight without a word to her. And she still had yet to hear anything now.

She glanced lightly over at the clock above the stiff, starchy couch, then down at the cell phone in her hand. The doctor's silence wasn't the only one worrying her. After the first anxious band of waiting, it had occurred to her that Lucas probably didn't know. She'd called him, but had only reached his voice mail. She didn't remember seeing him at the party, but as more and more time passed she began to wonder if he'd been there after all and he wasn't calling because he couldn't.

Like Cleo. She hung her head, a soft sob bubbling up as her fingers tightened on the useless phone. After Lucas, her broken train of thought had led her to Cleo and she'd realized that with her worry over Tom she'd completely forgotten her little sister - who had been at the party. She'd called immediately...but Cleo too wasn't answering and there was no way of knowing if she was alright. If she's even alive....

She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes as more tears threatened, telling herself to stay strong until she at least heard something. But behind her eyelids she saw herself back in the mailroom, just a few days ago, showing Tom the poster for the party and heard him saying he didn't want to go.

If only she'd listened! If only she'd left it be....

Guilt touched her soul and she knew she'd never able to forgive herself.