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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 11:08:03 GMT -7
Angel found herself back in the car with Jackson, driving down the road. They hit the patch of black ice and the car spun out of control. She let out a scream as the car skidded down over the side of the road and wrapped itself around a tree.
Angel woke up screaming, her heart racing. She looked down to find herself bandaged and sore, IV tubes running into her. She sat up, resting one hand on her chest, trying to collect her thoughts. She wondered how long she had been out, wondered where Jackson was, if he was alright. Looking around, she searched for a familiar face, hoping they could help her piece together everything that had happened before she found herself here.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 8, 2009 11:13:55 GMT -7
Wilson had been eating dinner in the cafeteria when a nurse had come down to tell him that Angel was out of surgery, that she was going to be just fine, and that she would be waking up in a few minutes. Wilson had scarfed down the rest of his dinner and headed toward her room.
He was almost there when he heard Angel screaming. He rushed into her room and over to her bedside. "Are you all right?" he asked. Stupid question to ask. Of course she wasn't all right.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 11:26:40 GMT -7
She looked over at Wilson, a confused look on her face. "Wilson? What are you doing here?" She inquired, retrograde amnesia kicking in. She couldn't remember anything that had happened after she was admitted to the hospital. Even then, she couldn't remember what else had happened before or how she had ended up in the car.
"Where's Jackson?" She asked, looking him over. It was good to see Wilson again though, comforting. She was definitely curious as to why Wilson was here when he was supposed to have moved to Maryland.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 8, 2009 11:33:01 GMT -7
Amnesia. No surprise there. Wilson couldn't imagine what she was going through...not being able to remember what had happened. He pulled up a chair to her bedside and sat down. "Angel, you two were in a car crash." He gently took her hand in his. "Jackson didn't make it," he said, quietly. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 11:48:54 GMT -7
Angel searched Wilson's face, hoping that he wasn't serious. "That.." She looked at him again, trying to get that idea through her mind. "I remember the car... I remember Jackson being in the car... And then I woke up here." She said, piecing things together. When he told her Jackson didn't make it, her eyes welled up with tears.
"No, he wouldn't leave me..." She whispered, her emotions bubbling to the surface. "Oh god Wilson..." She cried, tears starting to streak her face. "He's gone... He's really gone." She sniffled.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 8, 2009 11:59:43 GMT -7
Wilson leaned over and hugged her tightly, letting her cry. He knew that no words could comfort her. The most important part of the recovery process was having someone there for you. Wilson had screwed up that part of the process, and he wasn't going to let Angel make that same mistake.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 12:13:06 GMT -7
Wrapping her arms around Wilson's neck the best she could with the IV tubes, she cried. She let out all the tears that she had kept held up, the ones she had already spilled that she couldn't remember. Her eyes burned from the tears, but it felt so good to let it all go.
After a couple of minutes, she sniffled as she pulled away from Wilson. "Thank you." She whispered, using the corner of her blanket to wipe away the tears. "This is going to be hard. I know I can't do this alone." She said, looking down at her body. She moved the blanket to see a cast on her left leg. Sighing, she winced as her chest hurt. "Looks like a broken foot, from the feel of it, bruised ribs... Probably bruises and lacerations as well as head injury, right?"
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 8, 2009 12:21:10 GMT -7
Wilson poured a glass of water and handed it to Angel. "I'm here for you," he said, smiling. If only he had allowed someone to be there for him when Amber died. Maybe he wouldn't be the emotional wreck that he was. No use thinking about the past. He couldn't change the way he had acted but he could help Angel get through this as unscathed as possible.
He nodded his head after Angel had correctly gone through all of her injuries. "They want to keep you here overnight but they're confident that you'll be able to go home tomorrow."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 12:33:36 GMT -7
Accepting the glass of water, Angel lifted the cup to her parched lips. She was grateful for Wilson being there to be her support. She was going to need all the help she could get. "Thank you." She said, looking at the water in her glass. Taking another sip, she put the glass back on the tray next to her.
"Ugh, I hate over nights at hospitals." She groaned. She didn't want to stay over night, but she knew it was for her better interest. "You don't have to stay if you have other things to do." She said.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 8, 2009 12:54:34 GMT -7
"The only thing on my agenda is to beg Cuddy for my job back but that can wait until tomorrow." Plus, Wilson couldn't bring himself to spend the night in Amber's apartment, not after all of the memories that were brought back to him today. Reason or no reason, he would have been stuck spending the night in the hospital. "Getting you better is my top priority."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 13:57:12 GMT -7
"I highly doubt you'll need to beg Cuddy for your job back. I don't think we even found anyone to replace you. Not that we could ever replace you." She smiled, glad that he was back to stay.
"Yes doctor." She chuckled, feeling better already. She stretched a bit, wincing slightly. She picked up the cup of water again, finishing the water that was in it. "Hmm, I must be getting better, I'm kinda hungry."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 8, 2009 14:16:59 GMT -7
Wilson smiled back at her. "Cuddy must really like me then. She couldn't bring herself to replace me the last time this happened either." Wilson wasn't surprised, though. Cuddy had other things on her mind lately.
"Would you like me to go down to the cafeteria and get you something to eat?" He might pick up another salad for himself or something while he was at it.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 14:26:37 GMT -7
"Everyone likes you." Angel said, moving the pillows behind her to try and prop herself up a little better. She gave him a smile as she stifled a yawn. House would be thrilled that Wilson was back to stay, and quite frankly she was thrilled that he was back. She still had that crush on him, but right now, she needed to heal her heart break over Jackson before she could even consider dating again.
"Mm, that would be wonderful." She said, licking her lips. "Something light, but filling. Maybe a salad? I always liked their chef salad." Her mouth watered at the idea. "Maybe some juice too. As much as water's great, I prefer something with flavour."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 8, 2009 14:33:36 GMT -7
"Not everyone likes me," he replied, chuckling. Vogler certainly didn't like him. If it hadn't been for Wilson, Vogler would have still been the chairman of the hospital and House would have been working somewhere else. "I'll be back in a few," he said, getting up and leaving the room.
Five minutes later he came back in, carefully balancing two salads on top of one another in one hand and holding a bottle of apple juice in the other. Wilson set the juice down on the tray and handed Angel one of the salads. He sat back down and opened his up.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 15:02:39 GMT -7
"I'll be here..." She said, shrugging. "Not like I have much elsewhere to go." She said, looking at the fact that she was currently wearing a hospital gown. She made a mental note to get someone to go back to her place later to get her some clothing. She watched him leave, trying to come to terms with the idea that Jackson was dead.
It wasn't long before Wilson returned with food. "My hero." She said as he put the salad and bottle of apple juice in front of her. Opening the container, she picked up the small container of dressing and poured it over the salad. Grabbing her fork, she took a mouthful of the lettuce and veggies and moaned softly. "God, that's so good." She said, glad to have solid food in her stomach again. "Thanks for grabbing it for me. I owe you lunch sometime."
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