Chapter Three

                                    

                                          
            
                          
Only a few minutes has passed since I sat down in the waiting room, when I looked down to see that Taylor had fallen asleep.  "Get some rest for the both of us kiddo."  I whispered in her ear, as she moved in her sleep to get more comfortable.  Just then the door to the waiting room opened, and it was Roman.  So he didn't leave?  He carried a hospital blanket in his hands.  Walking over to me, he handed me a pair of socks.  
                          
"For her."  His eyes moved to Taylor and to her bare feet.  He took the tags off of them, and then helped me put them on her.  I thanked him as he pulled the blanket apart, and laid it over us.  It wasn't the best in the world, but it would work, and I was glad that he thought to do this.  He was being kind, but why?  I knew that he was kind when he wanted to be, but usually he came off like a dick.  
                          
"Thank you."  I told him again, and all he did was nod, as he took a seat a few chairs away from us to give us space I guess.  The last thing that I remember was seeing Roman look over at us, before I fell asleep myself.  
                          
I was woken by Roman, to see a doctor standing in front of us, and Roman was now in the chair next to me.  Standing with Taylor in my arms, I turned to place her in the chair, and then walked towards the doctor.  
                          
"Your father is stable, there are no serious injuries, though we want to keep him over night just to be sure.  Your mother is in critical condition, she has head trauma and has lost a lot of blood.  We are not sure when she will wake.  I'm sorry dear.  The room for your father is four thirty two, and your mother is in four thirty three." 
                          
                Nodding at what he told me, I then asked "can we see our father now?"  he looked over to Roman, and then back to me. 
                          
 "Yes, he asleep now, just be careful."
                          
                With that he left the room, and I was stuck wondering why he said to be careful.  Going over to Taylor I picked her up, and then we walked out of the room, with Roman right behind us.  I saw my father hooked to a few machines, but nothing too serious.  At least I think nothing too serious since the doc said that he was stable and they only wanted to keep him overnight.
                          
                There were two chairs on the right side of the bed, each in the corner of the room.  Both chairs looked far more comfortable than the chairs in the waiting room.  I walked over and placed Taylor on the chair that was closest to the bed, who wiggled around before getting comfortable, and settling back down.  Going back to my fathers bed side, I noticed that his face had bandages, and stitches now.  He looked pretty messed up, and my glare turned towards Roman.  He held his hands in his pockets, as he stood at the door.  I couldn't read any emotion on his face or in his eyes, and when he looked back at me, I wanted to scream.  
                          
"What did you mean when you got there?"  
                          
"I don't follow."
                          
"When you came to my house and said not this one."
                          
"Oh, that."  He looked down at the floor before meeting my gaze again.  "I told my men to skip your house, apparently they didn't listen."
                          
"Apparently."  I was surprised at my own tone, which Roman seemed surprised by as well.  
                          
"they will be dealt with accordingly."
                          
"They better be."
                          
"Watch yourself now Claire."  It was a warning I knew that.  Looking up at the ceiling, "I called work for you, your off for the next few days or so."
                          
"Thanks.  What else did you do while I was asleep?"  I have no idea where this bravery came from, or maybe it was idiocy, I wasn't sure yet...
                          
He looked back over at me and smirked.  "What do you wish I did?"