Who: The Lance Sisters Where: Hosptial What: Laurel's waking up. When: NOW Rating: Low, talk about a shooting, Status: Done.
Sara hadn’t been sure what to do when Leon had shown up on the doorstop with news about Laurel’s shooting. There had been a moment of shock where she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do with Olivia. Her first instinct had been to tell her what had happened and take her to the hospital, but Sara didn’t know how long it would be before Laurel woke up - if she woke up. Sara quickly tried to suppress that last thought.
Eventually, she’d decided to call Oliver to come pick Olivia up. So far, Sara had been very good at completely avoiding Oliver all together since she’d moved back to California, but this was more important. She promised she’d let him know as soon as Laurel woke up, and then she made her way to the hospital. Once Laurel was let out of surgery and could have visitors, Sara made her way into the room, sitting at the side of the bed, holding her older sister’s hand.
Laurel’s fingers moved first, than her eyes shot open, fingers wrapped around her sister. Gasping for air, she blinking, she recalled the shot, she recalled Leon, and everything was black after that, “Olivia?” she choked out as she tilts her head so she could see her sister there with her.
“She’s not here, right?” she coughed out, the last thing she would want is for her to see her like this. “Is she okay?” she needed to know.
Sara was pulled from her thoughts when she felt Laurel’s hand move, once Laurel’s eyes flew open, she squeezed her sister’s hand tightly. The doctor’s had said that she was out of danger, but Sara hadn’t let herself believe it until now.
Her breath caught when Laurel asked for Olivia, and then she let it go when she said she didn’t want Olivia to see her like this. She had made the right decision then, though she hadn’t been sure that she had. “She’s with Ollie,” Sara said. “I told him I’d call him when you woke up so they can see you. How are you feeling?” she asked, bringing her hand up to Laurel’s face so she could give her hair a comforting stroke.
“Like I have been hit by a truck,” she breathed out, “I feel very sleepy,” she rolled her head to get a better look at Sara. “I’m okay,” she breathed out, but she was in pain though, “just text Ollie, I’ll talk to him and her tomorrow,” she was out of it, she didn’t want her daughter to see her like this, she needed to get it together first.
“Leon…” she blinked, “Have you seen him? Is he okay?” she asked, he knew who shot her, she thinks, it was all a blur. “Was he shot?” she asked as she shifted some with a grimace..
Sara nodded. “I’ll let him know,” she said, though not right this minute. She didn’t want to be distracted from her time with Laurel by looking at her phone. She’d been so scared that she was going to lose her.
“Leon’s okay,” she assured her, patting her hand. “He didn’t get hurt. He’s the one who told me what happened. The guy who shot you is dead though.” Which was just as well for him. If Sara had gotten his hands on him…
Laurel looked shocked to learn that guy was dead, but she nodded her head, “okay,” she sighed as she shifted a bit, than give up, laying back down, she needed to talk to Leon, but later, when her mind was clearer, “Mom?” she asked, but she had a feeling Sara called her and she would be on her way as well. “Never get shot,” Laurel mumbled, “it hurts worse when I woke up from a ceiling falling on me in my dreams.” Laurel wasn’t thinking straight, cause she never told Sara that happened while she was away visiting their mother.
She smacked her lips, “is there any water?” she asked, her eyes moving to look at her little sister, “my mouth is dry,” she told her softly.
When what happened? Sara’s eyebrows furrowed together. This was the first she was hearing of this happening in Laurel’s dreams, and she wondered exactly had happened in Laurel’s dreams. Laurel didn’t talk about them very often, and Sara made a mental note to bring it up sometime later.
“I’ll take that under advisement,” she said, managing a bit of a smile, and let go of Laurel’s hand. “I can go get you some.” She stood up and made her way to the cooler that was in the corner.
Laure made a noise of amusement and closed her eyes as Sara went to get the water, she took in a small breath, trying to figure out the damage of her body in her brain. She could move all her toes and fingers, legs where moveable, she could lift her hand, through the right side hurt worse than anything else.
Fluttering her eyes open, she tried to shift a bit so she could drink some, “how long have I been out, did the bullet do any damage?”
“Bullets usually do,” Sara said, taking her seat next to Laurel’s hospital bed and watching her drink. “But the doctors said that if you keep up with your rehab, you should be able to make a nearly full recovery. It didn’t hit any vital organs or anything.” They’d called her lucky, but as far as Sara was concerned, she would have been lucky if the bullet hadn’t hit her at all. Getting shot wasn’t lucky, no matter how you looked at it. “You’ve been out all afternoon.”
Laurel sighed to her response, she closed her eyes for a moment. The man died, Leon knew him, she thinks. However, that was for later, she will try to sort it all out later. She moved to get the glass, she just needed a sip of water, “so nothing vital, good.” She looked over at her sister, years ago she would have never pictured her there. “You know I love you,” she told her, “I don't know if I have told you that since you’ve been home,” she yawned, “but I do.”
Sara knew that she probably shouldn’t hug Laurel when she was so fresh from surgery, but they were giving her the good drugs and Sara was gentle when she wrapped her arms around her sister’s shoulders. “I love you too,” she said, her voice cracking a little. “I don’t know what I would have done if…” She couldn’t even give voice to it.
Laurel groaned to the action, but she smiled softly at her sister, “Well I didn’t,” was all she said and then she yawned, “Go home, I’m going to sleep,” she really just wanted to rest, Laurel will figure everything out later.
Sara didn’t want to go home. She knew that the man who’d shot Laurel was dead, and that she didn’t have to worry about her safety in the hospital, and that even if some man with a gun did come in here, there’d be nothing Sara could do, but that didn’t mean that she felt a fierce need to stand vigil all night and protect her big sister. But still, there was nothing else she could do tonight, and so she swallowed, kissed Laurel on the top of her head, and pulled away.
“I’ll be back in the morning. With doughnuts. If nothing else, I can at least save you from the hospital food.”