|
Post by celticbear on Nov 6, 2012 22:08:53 GMT -5
What a beautiful update! Love how Shane took the skateboard from Keith! And the drawings she did for everybody where amazing! BUT THE BEST PART IS WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN EMMET AND SHANE OUT ON THE BALCONY!
|
|
|
Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 6, 2012 23:17:36 GMT -5
OH MY GOSH. How do you write so perfectly? This was a gorgeous update. I loved the drawings... I wish I could draw. And how Shane just blossomed in this update... but especially the end... Perfect.
|
|
|
Post by onyxfyrefly on Nov 10, 2012 9:26:59 GMT -5
The holidays were uneventful for Shane. She headed back to Chicago and managed to get a temporary job with her former production of 'Wicked'. They were getting ready to head out on tour in the spring and her former boss was thrilled with some of the ideas and tricks that Shane had picked up while traveling with Celtic Thunder.
She still kept in touch with the other cast and crew members, especially Emmet, but often their schedules and the time difference made it difficult. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed the young tenor but pushed the thoughts to the side and got on with her work. She would see him in a few weeks and moping around her apartment wasn't helping anything.
It seemed like the tour had just ended yet Shane found herself boarding a plane bound for Ireland. Thankfully Sharon had given her a day to recover because jetlag always got the worst of her.
The next day she met up with Sharon and Ana who was putting the final touches on the set and the work began. Shane's junior lighting assistant was a young man from Colorado named Glenn who had been touring with Celtic Woman and decided to make the jump over to the Celtic Thunder side. He knew what he was doing without being cocky and wasn't afraid to ask questions. He immediately clicked with Shane and the other crew members which eased some of Shane's worries about the upcoming tour.
A week later Emmet walked into his local Starbucks and had just picked up his coffee when he saw a flash of color in the corner.
"Shane?"
The young woman glanced up in surprise then smiled at Emmet. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
"I live here. I should ask the same about you."
"The crew rehearsals started last week. I sent you a text, didn't I?"
Emmet shook his head. "I don't remember seeing that."
"Oh, sorry." She shrugged and folded up the newspaper she had been reading as Emmet sat down across from her. Suddenly nervous, and hating herself for it, she ran a hand through her hair that was dyed a shade of ice blue that was so light it was nearly white. "So how have you been?"
The two chatted about what they had done for the holidays, the upcoming tour, and various other topics but as they talked Emmet noticed that Shane seemed distant and reluctant to really engage with him. No, he hadn't expected her to run into his arms but she was just as withdrawn as she had been when the last tour started.
"Is everything okay?" he finally asked and Shane began to play with a drop of condensation on the table.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You're not acting fine." Shane winced and Emmet softened his tone. "This isn't like you. What happened to the girl who stole Keith's skateboard and laughed at Barry's terrible jokes?" He leaned closer and saw Shane attempt to make herself as small as possible. "Where's the girl who didn't mind standing in the snow for two hours during the Christmas party?"
Shane frowned and shook her head. "You left that girl on the last tour."
She stood and quickly made her way out of the coffee shop. Seconds later she heard footsteps behind her and knew she couldn't outdistance Emmet.
"Shane wait, please."
She stopped and stood with her hands in the pockets of her coat, her eyes focused on the ground.
"What's wrong? Did I do something? Did something happen in Chicago? Please Shane, you're scaring me."
The young woman looked up and when she saw the fear and confusion in Emmet's eyes she wanted to be sick.
"Sharon offered me the job," she whispered.
"What?"
"Sharon offered me the position of permanent lighting director for all of the future Celtic Thunder shows."
"That's amazing! Congratulations!"
"That's only if the Australian shows go well. If I mess up on this tour then poof, there goes my dream."
"Shane, everything is going to be fine. You're brilliant at your job and you're working with a fantastic crew. The schedule is going to be a bit more demanding but I know you can handle it."
She nodded and kicked at a stray pebble. "With my schedule I'm not going to have very much, if any, free time. It's not going to be like the last tour, there's a very good chance that you'll go days without seeing me."
"So?"
"So I'm giving you the chance to walk away now. There's not going to be time for us to just sit together for hours or time for me to draw or…" she trailed off and Emmet could see the slight flush on her cheeks that wasn't caused by the cold.
"Shane listen to me. I'm not going anywhere. I don't care if I don't see you until after the promos in March are over. I'm your friend, I care about you. I'm not going to throw away our friendship just because you're busy. You have a job to do and what kind of friend would I be if I expected you to put our friendship before your job?"
Slowly the blue eyes rose to meet Emmet's and she let out a slow breath. "So you're not mad at me?"
"No."
"And you're not going to get frustrated or angry because I'm busy?"
"Of course not."
"Alright." She rocked back on her heels and played with the cuff of her jacket. "I'm sorry about that. It's just…things didn't go so well when I got back to Chicago."
"Don't worry about it. Now come on, let's get out of this cold weather."
Emmet walked Shane back to her hotel and took her up on the offer to watch a movie. The moment she sat down on the sofa he could see how exhausted she was and knew that the stress from the tour was already taking its toll.
He noticed that she wasn't watching the movie, she was curled up in the corner of the sofa with her knees pulled to her chest, staring off into space. Emmet knew that something had happened over the break and though he was sure she didn't want to talk about it, he had to know what was going on.
"Shane?"
"Hmm?"
"What happened in Chicago?" The young woman went rigid but refused to answer. "Please, Shane. You know you can tell me what happened."
"It's stupid and petty."
"I don't care."
Finally Shane let out a sigh that seemed to deflate her. "I don't have a lot of friends, just acquaintances and co-workers, but there was a group back home that I was actually pretty close to. We'd worked together on a couple of shows and we always got along well. But when I got back from the tour something had changed. They had grown so close they were practically sisters but I was left outside of that group. At first they were happy to see me and congratulated me when I told them about Jason then…"
"Then?" Emmet prompted.
"Then something changed. I got a temporary gig working with 'Wicked', my former boss needed the help, and my friends seemed to resent me for it. They said that my job was more important to me than they were. They even said that I must be pretty bad at my job if I had to practice my craft during the break."
Shane stood and began to pace around the small space, her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection.
"It's not that big of a deal but…but it was hard to spend the holidays alone knowing that you were hated."
She fell silent and Emmet tried to decide what to say. He was furious that Shane's so called friends would turn on her so easily. He was about to speak when Shane spoke again.
"I think you should go."
Emmet's stomach dropped. "Why?"
"Because I can't lose you too."
Shane's last words were spoken so quietly that Emmet had to struggle to hear them. "Lose me? You'll never lose me."
"Yes I will. It always happens. Eventually people discover that I'm not worth their time and walk away. If you leave now it will hurt but not as much as it will later. At least now I'm expecting it."
Emmet stood and walked over to where Shane was standing with her back to him. "Shane, listen to me. What your friends did wasn't right, if they were truly your friends they would stay by your side no matter what."
He gently grasped her shoulders and turned her towards him. She refused to meet his eyes and was clenching her jaw so tightly that he could practically hear her teeth grinding together. "I'm not going anywhere. If you want me to leave I will but I will never give up on you. You're my friend, Shane. You're very dear to me and nothing you say or do will change that. Even if I don't see you again for a year I will never walk away from you."
Shane stood perfectly still as she considered Emmet's words but inside a war was raging. Emmet had promised her time and again that he wouldn't walk away but she was still terrified that he'd wake up one day and decide she wasn't worth it.
Finally something inside of her broke as one of the walls she had spent her life building cracked and began to crumble. Slowly she turned her head and met Emmet's eyes before reaching for him.
The tenor pulled her close and felt her thin frame tremble in his grasp. "It's alright, I'm here," he crooned while rubbing slow circles on her back. Shane clung to him, afraid he might disappear any second.
"Why does this have to be so complicated?"
Emmet tipped Shane's chin up so he could meet her eyes. "It doesn't have to be. Just let things run their course and everything will work out in the end."
Shane didn't have a reply for Emmet instead she leaned against him once more, her head tucked under his chin as his strong arms held her tightly.
Neither one knew how long they stood together but eventually Shane loosened her grip and stepped back. Emmet gently cupped her cheek and forced her to meet his eyes. "Better?" She nodded and he smiled. "Good, now let's watch that movie."
Despite her recent outburst of affection, Shane still sat on the opposite end of the couch but Emmet didn't mind. He knew that this was hard for her and was willing to take his time. About thirty minutes in to the movie her head began to droop and Emmet couldn't help but smile as she fought against her exhaustion. It was a losing battle and soon she was asleep with her head twisted in what had to be a painful angle.
Carefully Emmet stood and eased Shane down onto the couch, holding his breath when she stirred but didn't wake. He grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and tucked it around her then knelt next to her.
"I missed you," he whispered so quietly the words were barely audible. He pressed a gentle kiss against her cheek then silently let himself out of the hotel room.
____________________________________________________
The next few weeks passed by in a blur of rehearsals, promotions, and the everyday drama that occurred when that many people were crammed into one building.
Shane's schedule was insane but for the performers it was just as crazy. If they weren't rehearsing they were doing promotions and if they weren't doing promotions they were rehearsing. It was exhausting but they knew it was necessary.
Everyone had to admit that Brooklyn, Ana, and Shane had done a magnificent job with the choreography, set, and lights. The first time that the performers did a full dress rehearsal complete with costumes everyone watching had tears in their eyes. The three young women had designed, what Sharon believed, was the best show yet. The trio was given the nickname Sharon's Angels and even though Shane scowled the first time she heard it in reality she was touched and honored that people thought so highly of her work.
For the entire month of rehearsals Emmet barely saw Shane. She usually spent her free time up in the rigs or working with Brooke, Ana, or her crew making sure that everything was perfect before the tour. He could see the dark circles under her eyes and wanted nothing more to take her away from the chaos just for a day so she could rest. Unfortunately when the cast was given a day off the crew was usually working so his plans were never able to come to fruition.
Once everyone flew to Australia they thought that things would slow down but instead it was the opposite. The crew flew out one week ahead of the cast in order to make sure that all of the equipment arrived and that they wouldn't have any difficulty with the dozens of adapters they had to use to power the show.
Every day until he flew out Emmet checked his phone but not once did Shane send him a text or an e-mail. Part of him was hurt but he also knew Shane and knew that she wouldn't let anything, even friendship, come between her and her work.
He saw her for a minute or two the day he arrived at the venue, she was perched on one of the rigs high above the stage working on something but he didn't want to call out to her and upset her balance. Squinting at the distance, he watched her work then was pulled away by Brooklyn.
Finally the sets were finished, the costumes completed, and the equipment was in perfect condition. It was time for Celtic Thunder's first Australian tour to begin.
Sharon gave everyone the night before the first show off with specific instructions that they were to rest, not party the night away. About half of the group listened to her while the other half went out to explore the nightlife.
Emmet knocked on the door in front of him, hoping that he had gotten the correct room number, and after a moment an exhausted looking lighting director opened the door.
She was dressed in a tank top and sweats with a towel slung across her shoulders. Her hair was still wet and sticking out in a million directions and the bags under her eyes were as large as those stored in her closet.
"Purple? I like it," said Emmet indicating her freshly dyed hair but Shane barely reacted. "Can I come in?" She shrugged and turned away from the door, not waiting to see if Emmet followed.
Glancing around the room the tenor had to admit that it was the neatest hotel room that he'd ever been in. Everything was in it's place, her bags were still packed, and only the items that she needed had been unpacked. Compared to his room it was pristine.
Shane ran the towel over her hair again then sat down at the desk. She flipped open a notebook and chewed on the end of her pen as her eyes skimmed the page, every now and then pausing to write something or to scratch something out.
Emmet watched her for several long minutes then sighed and walked over to where she was sitting. He peered over her shoulder to see what she was writing, assuming that she would slam the notebook shut and tell him to mind his own business, but Shane didn't seem to even notice his presence.
"What are you working on?"
His words made the young woman jump, she had completely forgotten that Emmet was even there. "Just a checklist for the show."
"Don't you guys have a checklist?" Emmet knew that each crew member had a thin binder with a daunting checklist that was given to them at the beginning of each tour.
"Yeah, but this is my checklist."
Looking closer Emmet's eyes widened when he realized that nearly a quarter of the notebook was filled with Shane's neat handwriting. "How many pages is it?"
"I lost count."
Emmet rolled his eyes and plucked the pen out of Shane's hand. The young woman turned and scowled at him. "Do you mind?"
"Let me ask you a question. How much sleep did you get last night?"
"I don't know, a couple of hours."
"And when was the last time you ate anything?"
Shane shifted uncomfortably and flipped through her notebook. "Well…I had coffee at breakfast then for lunch, wait…I worked through lunch…" She stood and threw her hands up into the air. "Why are you asking all of these stupid questions anyway?"
"Because I'm worried about you."
"I'm fine."
"No you're not. You're not eating, you're not sleeping, the tour hasn't even started yet and you're about to collapse from exhaustion. Why are you doing this to yourself?"
The young woman was silent as she took the towel from around her neck and neatly hung it up on the rack in the bathroom then slowly sat down on the edge of the couch and folded her hands in her lap.
"You don't understand. This tour has to be perfect and…and I'm not sure that I'm the person for the job."
"What are you talking about?"
"When Sharon offered me the position I was ecstatic but then I realized that she just saw me as a charity case. I'm just a street rat that got a couple of lucky breaks and I don't deserve this position. Tomorrow I'm going to go and talk to her. After this tour I'm going to quit and go back to Chicago where I belong. She doesn't need a stupid kid like me ruining her shows."
Emmet left his stomach drop at Shane's words and sat down next her to her. "Where is this coming from?" The young woman shrugged and let her head rest in her hands. "If you want to quit then I can't stop you but trust me, Sharon does not see you as a charity case. Yes, she's kind and is willing to go out onto a limb for people but she would not give someone a lead position unless she knew without a doubt they were right for the job."
"You're just saying that because you don't want me to leave."
"Well of course I don't want you to leave. I care about you but if you really want to go then I won't stop you. Life's too short to be unhappy."
"I just don't know what to do."
"You're exhausted. Get some rest and think about where you want your career to go tomorrow."
"But I have so much to do…"
Emmet shook his head. "No you don't. The set is already built, the lights have been tested half a dozen times, and you have trained that crew so well that they could get the rigs ready in their sleep. There is nothing else you have to do tonight."
He stood and held out his hand, after a moment Shane grasped it and he helped her to her feet. She swayed then allowed Emmet to lead her over to the bed. He pulled the covers back and she crawled in, pulling the blankets up to her chin as Emmet went around the room turning off the lights.
Sitting next to her Emmet smiled as the light from the bedside table cast shadows across her face.
"It's no use," said Shane before letting out a jaw cracking yawn. "I can't sleep. I have too much on my mind."
"Well close your eyes and try."
"Yes, mother," Shane grumbled but closed her eyes anyway.
"Take a deep breath and when you let it out imagine it taking away one of your worries. Do the same with the next breath…then the next…" Emmet continued to speak in a low, steady voice and watched as Shane slowly drifted off.
Soon she was asleep but Emmet didn't move. He gently ran his hand through her short hair and smiled when she turned into his touch. Whether or not he liked it he was falling hard for the unique young woman. She wasn't the type of girl that he saw himself falling for but Shane had captured his heart.
He knew she had scars and was still dealing with the demons of her past but he hoped that he would be able to find a way to help her see what he saw when he looked at her. She was a smart, talented, beautiful young woman and Emmet only prayed that he'd find a way to help her realize that she did deserve this job and any other opportunities that she was given.
____________________________________________________
The Australian tour was a huge success and even though Shane didn't speak to Sharon about resigning she still pushed herself to the limit to prove that she deserved the job. She worked insane hours and was always the first one to the arena and the last to leave.
Her stress level was at an all time high and she usually hid in the rigs in order to avoid everyone, she was too tense to deal with anyone anyway.
Watching Shane drift away was painful for Emmet and he hated that he didn't know how to help her. He was tempted to go and talk to Sharon but changed his mind when he remembered how disastrous his last intervention had been. Instead he gave the young woman her space but watched her closely, she was so exhausted that she looked like she would collapse any second.
"She has nightmares."
Emmet jumped when he heard Angie's voice behind him. He had been watching Shane walk across one of the rigs, without a harness, holding his breath until she safely reached the other side.
"What?"
The photographer came to stand beside him and watched as Shane moved among the equipment. "She has nightmares. At first they weren't too bad but lately they've reached the point that she won't sleep in the bunks. She spends the night in the back but I don't think she sleeps."
Emmet sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Not only was Shane working herself to the point of exhaustion but to hear that she wasn't sleeping either scared Emmet. Everyone had a breaking point and he was worried that Shane was about to reach hers.
His fears were realized a few days later.
They had the next day off and were spending the night in a hotel. The performers were exhausted, their bus had a leak and they had spent the previous night mopping up the steady flow of water that poured down the main aisle.
Emmet had gone to bed early but was woken in the wee hours of the morning by a frantic knocking on his door. It took him several minutes to realize that the knocking wasn't part of his dream and he reluctantly pulled himself out of bed.
Opening the door he scrubbed a hand over his eyes and scowled at Candice who had a concerned look on her face.
"Yes?"
"Emmet, it's Shane." Immediately the tenor was awake. "She's having a nightmare and I can't wake her up, I'm afraid that she's going to hurt herself and I didn't know what else to do."
"Come on, let's go."
Emmet hurried with the young woman down the hall and when she opened her door he felt his heart break. The sheets were tangled around Shane's legs and the pillows had been knocked to the floor as she thrashed across the bed. She didn't cry nor did she scream but the soft sounds of distress made something cold settle in his stomach.
Kneeling next to her on the bed he was forced to dodge her arm then grasped her wrists in an attempt to keep her from hurting herself. "Shane, wake up!"
As soon as Emmet grasped her wrists Shane began to struggle, fighting to free herself. "No…please no…"
"Come on Shane, you're dreaming, wake up!"
"I'm sorry…please..."
The fact that Shane couldn't pull herself from her dream terrified Emmet and he didn't know how to wake her up. Finally he released her wrists and grasped her shoulders, shaking her gently.
"Shane please, wake up! Listen to me, wake up!"
She struggled against his grasp then her eyes suddenly flew open as she was ripped from her dream. The second that Emmet released her she scrambled backwards, her dark eyes wide with fear.
Emmet waited, not wanting to startle her. Finally he reached towards her but dropped his hand when she flinched away. "Are you okay?"
"What happened?"
"You were having a nightmare and I couldn't wake you up."
Her brow furrowed in confusion. "It was a dream? It wasn't real?"
"No, it was just a dream."
Shane let out a sigh and ran a hand through her sweat soaked hair. Glancing around the room she saw Candice leaning against the door and her face fell. "Candice, I'm so sorry…"
The costume mistress shook her head and waved off the apology. "Don't worry about it. Emmet, I'm crashing in your room."
The door clicked shut behind her and Emmet glanced back at Shane. She was still curled up at the head of the bed, her body still shaking as she tried to convince herself that the dream was just a figment of her imagination.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No," she answered quickly.
"I know you've been having nightmares and that you haven't been sleeping. Obviously something is bothering you."
"It's nothing."
"You know you can talk to me about anything."
"Just drop it, okay?"
Emmet shook his head. He was exhausted and frustrated and was having a very hard time controlling his emotions. Glancing up he watched as Shane tried to pull herself together and his anger faded. She looked like a terrified child and even the slightest noise made her jump. It was a side of the hardened young woman that he had never seen before and he wanted nothing more than to banish those fears for good.
It was nearly five minutes before Shane even moved and when she met Emmet's eyes they were wide with fear. "I'm sorry I'm keeping you up. I didn't know Candice would go and get you…I hope she was able to get some rest."
"It's okay, I really don't mind. And I'm sure Candice will be fine. Keith may be surprised when he wakes up and sees her in the morning but I know she isn't upset with you, she is just worried."
Shane nodded and slowly got to her feet, padding towards the bathroom. While she was gone Emmet straightened the bed, recovering the lost pillows and smoothing the sheets.
After a moment Shane returned and crawled under the covers. Emmet sat down next to her and watched as she tried to convince herself to sleep. A couple minutes later her body jerked and her eyes flew open.
"It's okay, I'm here…" Emmet crooned and Shane's eyes closed once more. A few minutes later her eyes opened with a gasp and she let out a sigh.
"Forget it, I'll just stay up."
"You have to get some sleep," protested Emmet. He could see the dark circles under her eyes in the dim light of the room.
"I…I can't. I'm to sca…too rattled to sleep."
Emmet stood and walked to the other side of the bed, laying down on top of the blankets next to Shane but not quite touching her. "Just close your eyes and relax, I'm here and you're safe."
"I'll never be safe," Shane whispered but the words were spoken so quietly that Emmet didn't hear her.
Suddenly she turned and Emmet's heart broke when he saw the fear in her eyes. He smiled slightly and held his arms open.
She hesitated and Emmet gave her a small smile. "It's alright, I won't hurt you."
Slowly and tentatively she inched closer until she could rest her head on his shoulder. His arm gently wrapped around her waist and each time her eyes flew open he would murmur nonsense words until she settled down.
Emmet watched as her body slowly relaxed, every now and then snapping awake from her terror, but eventually exhaustion won the battle and she gave in to sleep. He listened to her even breathing for a long time before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head then closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift off, offering whatever comfort he could provide.
|
|
|
Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 10, 2012 13:00:49 GMT -5
poor shane...loved how emmet comforted her...update soon!
|
|
|
Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 10, 2012 14:14:05 GMT -5
Intense... I feel so bad for Shane... I wonder if she will be able to make it through the tour. Update soon, please.
|
|
|
Post by onyxfyrefly on Nov 13, 2012 12:19:25 GMT -5
The rest of the tour went by without incident. Shane still had trouble sleeping but no matter how much Emmet pushed she wouldn't tell him what was bothering her. Angie told him that she didn't even try to sleep on the bus, she spent her nights in the back with her sketchbook and a stack of DVDs. During the day she would catch a nap up in the rigs or in the green room but everyone could see that the lack of rest was taking it's toll.
As each day ticked by Shane and Emmet's relationship began to change. It was gradual but those around them could see the difference in the two when they were around each other. They were together as often as time allowed and when they walked Emmet's hand was often resting on the small of Shane's back or lightly wrapped around her waist. Sometimes they even wandered hand in hand through the maze of hallways in order to escape the chaos of touring. Neither one could define their current situation but it was obvious that Emmet brought a measure of peace to the young woman's life.
Despite Emmet's comforting presence Shane was still having nightmares and struggling to get through her days on just an hour or two of sleep. By the time the wrap party rolled around she was so exhausted that she could barely stand on her own and Emmet kept a steady arm around her waist as he led her to her room. She sank wearily onto the bed, kicked her shoes off, and refused to move.
"Aren't you going to get changed?" She shook her head and Emmet chuckled. "At least empty your pockets, I know you have a knife in there somewhere."
Shane let out an explosive sigh and heaved herself off of the bed, giving the tenor a glare as she stomped off towards the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged clad in her pajamas and sank back onto the bed.
Emmet sat down next to her and she gave him a tired smile. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"
"I'm sure. You've missed too many parties because you were babysitting me. Go and have a good time."
"Alright." He squeezed her hand and headed back towards the party.
"How is she?" asked Laura who suddenly appeared at his side.
"Exhausted but she was asleep before I even closed the door behind me. Hopefully she'll sleep through the night."
"Has she told you what her nightmares are about?"
"No but whatever it is has her scared. I've never seen her scared before."
"You've been really good for her."
Emmet turned to glance over at the cellist. "What do you mean?"
"Thank about how she acted when she first came on the tour. She wouldn't talk to anyone, she never admitted when she needed help, she'd never let anyone in. You've brought her out of her shell and even though she's suffering right now the fact that she'll at least let you comfort her says something."
"I just wish there was more I could do for her." The young man took a drink of his beer and sighed. "I feel like I'm failing her. No matter what I do she's still scared."
"Emmet she is always going to be scared. She's only known pain and heartache and terror her entire life. There are wounds that may never heal and you're going to have to accept that."
Wrapping a friendly arm around Laura's shoulders they started to walk across the room. "When did you get to be so smart?"
"I'm a woman, I was born brilliant." Emmet laughed and raised his beer in a greeting to the others.
____________________________________________________
The next day when Emmet woke Shane was gone. She and the other crew members had left early that morning along with the equipment in order to make sure everything arrived safely and could be packed away until the next tour.
He knew she was leaving but he still wished that he could have told her goodbye. A lot had changed between them and there was still a lot unsaid. Emmet wasn't quite sure when he would see her again, he knew she was going to be working with Sharon on some new ideas for the upcoming Summer and Fall shows but most of their correspondence would be completed via e-mail.
With a heavy heart he headed to the States to begin the newest set of promotions for the release of 'Voyage'. The promos were fun, the fans were great, and tagging along with Keith was always an experience.
Every now and then he would get a text from Shane but they were always short and she was terrible about replying. Sometimes it was hours before a response was sent and sometimes she completely forgot to respond at all.
"Hey, Romeo, are you coming?" asked Keith as he grabbed his guitar case.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Emmet had send Shane a text hours earlier and was still waiting for a response.
"Man, you have got it bad for that girl."
"I do not," replied the young man as he helped Keith set up his equipment.
"Yes you do. You're constantly checking your phone, you get this faraway look in your eyes when she's on your mind, and you have a stupid grin on your face for hours after you talk to her."
Emmet's cheeks flushed as he worked to untangle a wire. "Shane is very special to me."
"Even a blind man could see that, mate."
The tenor shook his head and plugged in the now untangled wire. "Just shut up and sing, Harkin."
The surfer rolled his eyes and began to tune his guitar, laughing when Emmet grabbed his phone to check for messages once more.
____________________________________________________
The promos were exhausting and by the time they all met up in Philadelphia the lads were a little cranky which wasn't helped by the fact that they were going to be stuck in front of the cameras for 12 hours.
They had made it through the first two segments and were relaxing before their third and final segment when a familiar voice made them all turn. Walking down the hall, chatting with Sharon, was Shane. In honor of the season her hair was dyed a vibrant Kelly green and she wore a predictable combination of a tank top, jeans, and boots.
"Hey guys."
"Shane, what are you doing here?" asked Neil. He was surprised to see the young woman and was trying to contain his mirth at Emmet's obvious excitement.
"I've been trying to catch Sharon for weeks to show her some of my ideas for the new shows. I figured I'd just have to come and track her down."
"Did you come all of the way from Chicago?" asked Ryan.
"No, I've been in New York the past few weeks."
Keith's eyebrows rose. "You were? Why didn't you stop by when we were on the 'Today Show'?"
"Because I like my sleep! If I'm not on the clock I am not getting up at five in the morning to see you."
The group chuckled and each of the lads spoke to Shane for a moment before going their separate ways leaving the young woman alone with Emmet.
Shane gave him a small smile and walked forward to hug him when he held open his arms. "You are terrible at returning my texts."
She laughed and let her hands rest lightly on his shoulders. "Do you know what kind of cell reception I have up in the rigs? It's next to nothing. And you text too much anyway."
"Excuses, excuses…" Emmet held her at arm's length and took a moment to study the young woman. She still looked tired but not quite as exhausted as before. She was a little thinner and he could tell that something was on her mind, her stance was stiff and she rocked back and forth on her heels.
"If everything okay?"
Shrugging her shoulders she glanced nervously around the room. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Shane…"
"It's nothing." She glanced towards the door and ran a hand through her hair. "You better get ready and I need to grab Sharon before she gets caught up in another project."
During the taping Emmet had to resist the urge to glance over at Shane where she sat with the blonde producer, their heads bent over her notebook. He wondered what was bothering and hoped that she'd confide in him once the taping was finished.
He was so distracted that he nearly missed his cue and had to stifle his laughter as they struggled through the song. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shane smother a smile and he resisted the urge to scowl at her.
Finally their day was over and Emmet was thrilled to see that Shane was staying in the same hotel right down the hall from him. After getting changed he knocked on her door and she waved him in.
"We're heading out for the night, want to come?"
Shane rolled her eyes. "You should know me better than that."
"But it's St. Patrick's Day!"
"Even more of a reason for me to stay in. I don't like bars, I don't like crowds, and I really don't like crowds of drunk people in bars."
"Please? Brooklyn is going to be there, she's in town for a show and agreed to join us."
"I have work to do before I fly out tomorrow."
Emmet sighed and stepped close to her, placing a tentative hand on her hip. "But when will I see you again?"
Shane shook her head and placed a slightly trembling hand on his shoulder. "I don't know."
Taking a risk, Emmet slipped his arms around her waist and felt Shane rest her head on his shoulder. "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
Emmet tried to freeze the moment in his mind; he wanted to remember exactly the way Shane fit in his arms, the way the spikes of her hair tickled the skin of his neck, the way her breath felt against his skin.
Adjusting his grip he found a small patch of skin on her back that had become exposed and gently ran his thumb over the spot. Shane made a surprised sound in the back of her throat but didn't pull away.
Pulling her closer he slowly spread his hand across her lower back, his thumb unconsciously tracing designs across one of her tattoos.
Shane lifted her head and met Emmet's eyes which were dark in the dim light of the room. She swore she could hear her heart beating as she took a ragged breath. At that moment they could feel something shift and change between them. There was a charge in the air that gave Shane goosebumps as feelings that she had once thought were lost suddenly sparked to life.
With a start she realized that she wanted to kiss him; she craved that connection and wanted to feel him hold her tightly and never let her go. Part of her wanted to kiss him so badly that she could barely stand it while the other part wanted to shove him away and douse the emotions that were overloading her.
Emmet watched as Shane's emotions raged a war behind her eyes. He wanted nothing more than to dip his head and kiss her but he didn't dare push her. Instead he stayed still, listening to the rush of blood in his ears as she made her choice.
Finally finding a compromise, she slowly wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and let her forehead rest against his. Emmet smiled slightly and Shane mirrored the movement, their eyes closing as they enjoyed the moment.
The two stood together for a long time until Emmet's phone beeped with a text from one of the others. "I'll stay," he whispered, his voice rough.
Shane shook her head and reluctantly pulled back. "No, go on and have fun. You've earned it."
"But…"
"No buts. Now get going. I don't want those guys knocking down my door in order to retrieve you."
Emmet nodded and pulled her close once more before stepping into the hall. "Goodbye, Shane."
"Goodbye."
____________________________________________________
Several hours later Shane looked at the clock in surprise. It was nearly three in the morning. She had spent her night working on a possible design for the Summer shows in Atlantic City and now had a horrible crick in her neck.
She didn't have to check out until noon and her flight wasn't until two so she decided to jump in the shower. The hot water felt like bliss on her tired muscles and she allowed herself to relax slightly.
After wrapping a towel around her frame she perched on the end of her bed and thought back over the past few hours. She had been reluctant to come to the QVC taping but that was the only time that she would be able to meet up with Sharon in person for the next few months.
What surprised her the most was her reaction to seeing Emmet. True, she had missed the young man but she hadn't realized how much until she finally saw him. For the first time in as long as she could remember something akin to butterflies had swarmed in her stomach which unsettled her.
Every time that she let someone into her life it ended in disaster. Emmet didn't seem like the type that would hurt her but still she was wary. The young man sparked something inside of her and that spark absolutely terrified her.
Yet Emmet was so careful with her, so gentle. A smile crossed her face when she remembered how it had felt when he pulled her into his arms. She had expected him to try and kiss her but he seemed content to just be with her which was a pleasant surprise. When his phone rang part of her had wanted to tell him to stay but the other part had wanted to run away screaming from her emotions.
She was jerked from her musings by a knock on the door. Glancing at the clock she assumed it was Emmet back from his St. Patrick's Day adventures.
Glancing through the peephole she frowned, the image was blurred as if the peephole was smudged with something.
Slowly opening the door Shane froze as the image that had haunted her dreams for the past six months materialized in front of her and caused all thoughts of Emmet to fly from her head.
"Jason."
|
|
|
Post by fallingn2ct on Nov 13, 2012 14:32:05 GMT -5
This story is great!! I know I have read it before, but still
|
|
|
Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 13, 2012 18:58:28 GMT -5
dun dun duhhh....update soon!
|
|
|
Post by celticbear on Nov 13, 2012 23:32:40 GMT -5
WHAT IS THAT CREEP DOING BACK IN THE PICTURE! SHANE HAS A GOOD THING GOING WITH EMMET!
|
|
|
Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 14, 2012 1:19:37 GMT -5
Oh no... that was such a wonderful update, too... bad ending, bad bad ending. hahaha. I love Emmet... haha. Update soon, I have to know what happens!!
|
|
celticfan77
Newbie
Where oh where has the Doctor gone?
Posts: 34
|
Post by celticfan77 on Nov 14, 2012 13:04:55 GMT -5
Oh no! Jason better hope non of the lads didn't forget anything, especially Emmet! I wonder how he knew where she was though? (creeper). Please update soon!
|
|
|
Post by onyxfyrefly on Nov 16, 2012 11:45:38 GMT -5
Many hours and more green beers than he could count Emmet staggered into the hotel with Ryan and Brooklyn. The two had the dancer propped up between them but it wasn't quite clear who was supporting who.
After stumbling out of the elevator they made there way down the hall. They were almost to Emmet's room when something caught his eye. One of the doors was slightly cracked and upon closer inspection he realized it was Shane's door.
"Guys, Shane's door is open."
"What?" asked Ryan while turning around.
"The door to Shane's room is open."
"She probably went to get some ice or something and left it propped," said Brooke while slipping from under Ryan's arm.
They glanced up and down the hall but it was deserted.
Emmet raised his hand and knocked tentatively. "Shane?"
He started to push open the door but Brooke stopped him. "Let me. If she's sleeping I doubt she'll appreciate you just barging in."
The dancer slowly opened the door and took a few steps inside. After a moment the two young men heard her gasp then cry out. "Oh my God…guys get in here!"
Pushing the door open Emmet and Ryan froze. The room was in shambles. The sheets had been ripped off of the bed, the lamps were smashed, the phone was off the hook, and pages from Shane's notebook were strewn around everywhere.
"Come on, I need your help!"
Brooklyn's voice snapped them to attention and they rushed to her side. In the doorway that separated the bathroom and the bedroom was Shane. She was sprawled on her side and Brooke had covered her with a towel for modesty, the robe she had been wearing was torn to pieces, but it was obvious that her injuries were horrendous.
"Ryan, call 911." The singer hurried to comply as Emmet knelt next to the battered young woman not caring that he was crouching in a pool of blood. He was afraid to touch her and didn't know what to do but Brooklyn was trained in first aid and was doing her best to help the techie.
"Emmet, hold this to that gash on her head. We have to try and stop the bleeding. And be careful, there's glass everywhere."
He took the towel and pressed it to the wound directly above her right eye. It was bleeding heavily and he tried not to focus on the dark streaks that ran through her hair. Glancing around he wondered where the glass could have come from then he noticed that the mirror was shattered and bloodstained as if something had smashed into it. Shaking the thought away he turned back to Brooke who was leaning close to Shane's mouth.
"Is she…is she even breathing?"
The dancer nodded curtly as she used a washcloth to wipe away the blood that was slowly dripping from the young woman's lips. "She's alive but only just. Her pulse is slow, actually…Ryan come here." Carefully taking Shane's wrist she measured the beats against his watch and her frown deepened. "Her pulse is way too slow, her breathing is forced and…" she paused to wipe the blood away from Shane's mouth once more before continuing. "If I had to guess I'd say that one of her lungs is punctured probably by a broken rib."
"Who could have done this?" asked Ryan.
"Jason," answered Emmet in a flat voice.
"How? He's in jail."
"I don't know how but who else would want to do this to Shane?" Emmet glanced down at the cloth he was holding and swore when he realized it was soaked through. "Where are the paramedics? You called them, didn't you?"
Almost on cue the paramedics arrived along with hotel security and the three were immediately pushed out of the way. Emmet was reluctant but Ryan's hand on his shoulder held him in place.
"What happened?" asked one of the EMT's while taking Shane's vitals.
Brooklyn was the only one whose voice was steady enough to speak. "I don't know. When we got back from our night out her door was open and we found her like this."
"Did you see anyone in the hallway before you went out?"
"I…" Emmet started then paused to clear his throat. "I was the last one to see her and no, there was no one in the hall when I left."
"Do you have any idea who could have done this?" asked the hotel's security officer.
"Jason Burns," answered Emmet in a surprisingly strong voice.
"Who is that?"
"Her ex-boyfriend," replied Ryan. "She testified against him last fall and sent him to prison."
"He's supposed to be in jail but he's the only one that would want to do this to Shane. He said if he ever saw her again he'd kill her," finished Brooke.
The security and police officers jotted down the information and stepped to the side as Shane was loaded on to a stretcher. The trio hurried alongside the paramedics as they rushed Shane down towards the waiting ambulance.
"You can ride with me," said a police officer and even though Emmet didn't want to leave Shane's side he complied and they all piled into the police cruiser.
The city flew by as they tore through the downtown area, sirens blaring as they raced to the hospital.
Shane was immediately rushed into the ER while Emmet and the others were led to the waiting room. The officer that had brought them to the hospital asked them a few more questions about Shane and about Jason before leaving with the promise that he would be in touch.
As soon as the officer left Brooklyn sank into her chair and pulled her knees to her chest. Emmet let his head sink into his bloodstained hands, he couldn't believe that this was actually happening and prayed that he would wake up from this nightmare.
Once Ryan got off of the phone with Sharon he went to sit down between Brooke and Emmet. The dancer let her head rest on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around her. He glanced over at Emmet and wished he could bring the young man some comfort.
About fifteen minutes later Sharon rushed in followed by a very bleary-eyed Keith who had Neil and George in tow. "What happened?"
All of Brooklyn's bravery from earlier was gone and Emmet refused to speak so it was up to Ryan to relay their tale. Once he was finished the others' eyes were wide and their faces were ashen.
"Who could have done this to her?" asked Neil.
"We think it was Jason."
"But he's in prison," replied George.
"Yes, but he promised that he'd…he'd kill her if he ever saw her again," said Sharon. "You didn't see him that day in the courtroom but I did. I've never seen so much pain and anger in my life."
The group fell silent as they waited on news. One hour became two then three and after four agonizing hours the doctor finally emerged. "Are you the group that came in with Ms. Thompson?"
As one they nodded. "How is she?" asked Emmet, speaking for the first time since they reached the hospital.
The doctor flipped through the chart in his hands and shook his head. "Ms. Thompson has several severe injuries. A fractured right wrist, broken collarbone, three fractured ribs and four broken ribs. She also had massive internal bleeding and one of her lungs was punctured. We managed to stop the bleeding but it will take time for those wounds to heal. A serious head injury has caused swelling to the brain and we had to induce her into a coma in order to give her brain a chance to heal."
"Is she going to be okay?" asked Keith who was completely horrified at what he had just heard. He'd seen the bloodstains on Ryan, Brooke, and Emmet's clothes but the situation hadn't really hit home until the doctor described her situation in detail.
"I don't like to make predications but with the severity of these injuries I'd have to say she has about a forty percent chance of recovery."
"Forty percent?" squeaked Brooke before dissolving into tears in Ryan's arms.
"We're doing all that we can."
"Can we see her?" asked Sharon who was fighting to stay composed.
"Are you family?"
"We're the only family she has," answered George while raising himself to his full height.
"Very well but just one at a time."
By an unspoken agreement Emmet went first and Sharon slowly sank into her chair as the young man was led down the hall. "This is all my fault."
"What?" asked Neil.
"I could have met with Shane after the promos but I thought that you lads would like to see her. If I wouldn't have asked her to come then this wouldn't have happened."
"You don't know that," replied the guitarist. "You can't blame yourself."
"What can we do?"
"Pray," rasped Ryan while pulling Brooke closer. "All we can do is pray."
____________________________________________________
Emmet walked down the hall in a daze and paused just inside the door to Shane's room. He blinked several times to clear his vision then scrubbed a hand over his eyes. The woman lying in that bed couldn't be Shane, it just couldn't.
Her entire face was a spectrum of blacks, blues, and purples; both of her eyes were black and the left one was so swollen he knew that she wouldn't be able to open it if she wanted to. Her bottom lip was split and there was a small bandage over her right eye covering a neat row of stitches. A cast covered her right wrist and her left arm was in a sling to protect her broken collarbone.
She had been in surgery for over three hours and Emmet could see the thick bandages beneath the thin blanket that covered her. There were so many tubes and wires surrounding her that he couldn't tell them apart but what really scared him was the machine that pushed a steady flow of oxygen into Shane's lungs as her body attempted to heal from the grievous wounds.
Slowly he sat down next to her and gently carded his hand through her bright green locks. If it wasn't for her unique hair color he wouldn't have been able to identify her. Closing his eyes he took a ragged breath.
"Oh God, Shane…"
Emmet swallowed back tears as he struggled to contain his emotions. "I'm so sorry. I promised to protect you and I failed you." He couldn't stop the tears from falling as he gently took her right hand in both of his. "I should have stayed then maybe this wouldn't have happened. If this had to happen it should have been me. You don't deserve this…" He bowed his head as sobs silently shook his frame. "Please, please let her be okay. God…don't take her from me…I love her."
____________________________________________________
Emmet wasn't sure how long he stayed at Shane's side but he jumped when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. Nothing bothering to wipe the tears from his face he turned and met George's concerned gaze. "You've been sitting here for nearly two hours, lad, you should get some rest."
"No…I can't leave her."
"You have been up for over 24 hours. One of the nurses agreed to let us use the room next door to rest."
"What if something happens?"
"We're going to stay with her and we'll wake you the moment we hear anything. Now come on…"
Reluctantly Emmet stood and paused at the door to glance back at Shane before letting George lead him to the next room where a smiling nurse was waiting. "My name is Mary and I'm in charge of watching over Ms. Thompson. We have a little extra space today so you and your friends are welcome to use this room to get some rest."
Emmet nodded and stretched across one of the beds. "Get some sleep lad and don't worry, we won't leave her alone for one second." Even though he was so terrified he was nearly sick, it only took a few minutes before he was sound asleep.
George watched over the young man for a moment before going to join the others. At first the doctor had been reluctant to allow them all to crowd into the room but after seeing how they supported each other and how much they cared for Shane he had changed his mind.
"How is he?" whispered Sharon as George leaned against the wall.
"Asleep for now. Any change?"
"No."
The group fell silent as they watched over their fallen companion. After about an hour Brooklyn, who was sitting on the floor, fell asleep. Keith knelt and scooped up the young woman before taking her to the spare room. When he returned he was balancing a tray full of tea and everyone nodded their thanks then resumed their vigil.
"Why?" asked Neil suddenly, startling everyone.
Ryan glanced up and met the brown eyes of his band mate. "What?"
"Why did this happen? How could someone do this to her?"
No one had an answer but they all looked up when Emmet shuffled into the room. "How is she?"
"There's been no change," replied George while standing and offering his seat to Emmet.
"I thought that I was dreaming and when I woke up I'd be in my bed at the hotel." He gently grasped Shane's hand and let himself get lost in the steady rise and fall of her chest.
"Here." Someone pressed something into Emmet's hand but he didn't acknowledge it. "Just eat it."
The tenor obediently ate what was offered him and choked down a cup of tea without tasting it but never moved from his perch. A time or two Mary, Shane's nurse, came in to check on the young woman but nothing changed.
All too soon they were being informed that visiting hours were over. Emmet wanted to protest but he knew it wouldn't do any good. He gave her hand a very gentle squeeze and allowed the others to lead him towards the awaiting car.
Sharon had pulled every string possible to get their flights cancelled and credited back to them and the hotel was taking care of their every need. Emmet didn't care, he just wanted to wake up from this nightmare and hold Shane in his arms once more.
____________________________________________________
The second day was uneventful. Shane's status was still critical and if it was possible the bruises looked even worse. Emmet sat and her bedside only spoke when spoken to. The others had to force him to eat and to get up to stretch. The small group watched as their brother kept vigil over Shane and wondered how to help him. They also wondered what would happen if Shane lost this battle.
Right before lunch on the third day the group was beckoned into the hall by Shane's doctor and was introduced to a police detective. "My name is Robert Torres and I'm the lead investigator on Ms. Thompson's case."
"Did you find out who did this?" asked Sharon.
The older man nodded. "Yes. Your instincts were correct. It was Jason Burns."
"How?" asked Ryan. "He was in prison."
"True, however he was granted parole about a month ago."
Running a hand through his hair Keith frowned. "But how would he know where Shane was?"
Emmet answered him, speaking for the first time that day. "He knew Shane was with us. He probably went to as many gigs as possible hoping to find her with us and he got lucky."
"Did he follow us to the solo gigs?" asked Keith.
"I doubt it," answered detective Torres. "When he was granted parole he was forced to wear an ankle bracelet and according to the records he didn't break parole and go outside of state lines until four days ago.
"How did you catch him?" asked Sharon.
"He wasn't exactly smart when he came looking for Ms. Thompson. He stole a car in New York and was pulled over while re-entering the city. Also Ms. Thompson fought back, we found his DNA under her nails and her hotel room was full of his fingerprints. He's going back to jail for a long time with no chance of parole."
"You said she fought," said Ryan. "Why didn't anyone hear what was going on?"
"Because we had the entire floor," answered Sharon while leaning against the wall. "The hotel wasn't busy so you lads had the wing to yourselves and you were all enjoying your night out."
The group glanced around at each other. Knowing that the monster who attacked Shane had been caught was reassuring but at the same time nothing would heal her wounds and bring her back to them.
After thanking the detective they headed back to Shane's room except for Sharon who stopped for a moment to talk to the officer.
"They caught him, Shane," whispered Emmet while leaning close to her. "They caught him and he will never hurt you again."
He wasn't expecting a response but his heart still ached when none of Shane's monitors changed and her dark blue eyes refused to open.
____________________________________________________
After a week prior commitments started to pull the group apart. Keith was due in L.A. to work on his album, Neil had a wedding that he was meant to perform at that had been booked for months, Brooklyn had a showcase to finish, and Sarah had a recital that George just couldn't miss. Sharon had to head back as well, even though she wanted to stay and watch over Shane (and Emmet) she still had to keep the machine that was Celtic Thunder running.
Ryan volunteered to stay for awhile but he knew that his time in the States was limited. Sharon had arranged a place for them to stay in the apartments on the hospital's campus so they didn't have to stay in a hotel. Emmet didn't really care, he moved through life in a daze. All of his focus was on Shane and he didn't care what else happened around him.
Three more days passed and Ryan's heart broke as he watched Emmet struggle to hold himself together. The young man had huge circles under his eyes, he'd lost an alarming amount of weight in such a short time, several days worth of stubble covered his jaw, and there were new lines around his mouth that no 21 year old should have.
After returning from the cafeteria Ryan handed Emmet a cup of tea and sat down opposite him. "Tell me about her."
For the first time in days the exhausted hazel eyes rose. "What?"
"Tell me about Shane."
"You know Shane."
"Not like you do." Emmet hesitated. "Come on, I'll start with something easy. When is her birthday?"
"June 15th."
"Where was she born?"
"California but her first foster family lived in Washington State."
Emmet began to speak about Shane, sharing as much as he could remember about the unique young woman. He told stories of her days as a foster kid, to the type of pencils she preferred to draw with, to her favorite lighting design and everything in between.
Ryan watched the transformation come over Emmet as he spoke about Shane. For the first time in nearly two weeks his eyes lit up and he actually smiled slightly when he recalled their memories.
"When did you know you loved her?"
Ryan's question made the young man pause. "I'm not sure. The first time I saw her there was an attraction. She's definitely not the girl I could see myself falling for but each day I fell for her more. I guess…well I'd have to say when she came back from the trial beaten and broken but holding her head up high I knew I was lost."
"Do you know how she feels about you?"
Emmet shook his head. "No. I know that she sees me as a friend…perhaps something more but I'm not sure."
"Trust me, lad, she sees you as more than a friend. She looks at you in a completely different light."
The tenor sighed and gently ran his fingers through Shane's hair. "Yeah but that doesn't matter now…"
Ryan frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"You heard the doctor. She's only got a forty percent chance of recovery. Shane is strong, she's the strongest person that I know but I don't know how she'll recover from this."
"Don't talk like that. If anyone can beat this it's Shane. Emmet you can't start thinking like that. She's always been a fighter but you have to fight for her now. She will make it, you just have to believe."
Emmet gazed down at Shane and nodded. He didn't know how but he had to be strong and help Shane fight her way back. Though he would never admit it, Emmet feared that Shane was going to be lost to him forever and he wasn't sure what he would do if he had to try and live without her.
As Emmet tried to chase the negative thoughts from his head Shane's monitors suddenly began to screech. His head snapped up as the room was suddenly filled with doctors and nurses. He and Ryan were pushed away as the young woman was surrounded by the staff.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as the doctors tried to discover the cause of Shane's distress. Suddenly one of the machines let out a high pitched sound and Emmet's breath caught in his throat when the line measuring Shane's heartbeat suddenly went flat.
He reached for her but Ryan was pulling him back out into the hall as the staff worked frantically to revive the young woman. The runner wrapped a supportive arm around his shoulders as they watched the scene unfold.
Emmet's breath hitched and he gripped the doorframe until his knuckles were white. "She's dying, Ryan. She's dying…"
|
|
|
Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 16, 2012 13:36:05 GMT -5
aww poor shane...that was really sad...so sad that it put a damper on my good mood hope shes gonna be alright...update soon!
|
|
|
Post by celticbear on Nov 16, 2012 20:15:07 GMT -5
Poor Shane! I'm glad they caught Jason! Now let's keep him in prison for life! SHANE HAS TO LIVE!
|
|
|
Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 16, 2012 23:21:58 GMT -5
Oh my goodness. That was so intense, I sat tensed while I read this. Now how am I supposed to go to sleep? You better update before 9! lol. It was great. I loved it (and hated it, you know). Update soon, please!
|
|