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Judy's face was all blotchy, her nose was running so she wiped it with a tissue. "What happened, how is Kyle?" she asked, her tears falling as she looked over at Kiera.
He took her face in his hands. "Honey, I will explain everything later, but now is not the time. He's in surgery and it doesn't look good. The nurse says it will be a few hours so have a seat, maybe you could take Kiera somewhere to change her clothes. She's really in a bad way right now, she could use a friend."
Judy went and sat down, taking Kiera's hand in hers. "Hey, my brother is strong and way too stubborn to give up, he'll pull through this. Let's go into the washroom and get you cleaned up, you wouldn't want him seeing you looking this way now would you? I brought you some of my things, we're the same size so I know they will fit you."
"OK," she said, following Judy into the nearest bathroom. Taking off the bloody clothes she washed her hands and face before putting on the jeans and top that Judy handed her. "Thank you."
"I don't know the whole story yet but I'm glad you're alright," she said, then gave her a big hug before they went back out into the waiting room. She was glad to see that Roy had gone and got them some coffee.
Roy sat next to his wife. "Where's Chrissy?"
"At the neighbour's place, she's going to spend the night there. I didn't tell her that her uncle was in the hospital, I didn't want her to worry."
Kiera sat with her hands folded, her head hung down. She didn't want to close her eyes in case she saw what had taken place, the look on Kyle's face when he was shot would haunt her for the rest of her life. It was a mixture of shock, pain and utter horror. "What's taking them so long? It's been over four hours."
Neither Roy or Judy had an answer for her. All they knew was that taking a bullet out of a heart was a difficult and delicate procedure. Five hours later when the doctor walked out with blood on his top they all got to their feet.
"How is my brother?" Judy asked, trying her best to hold back her tears.
"He survived the operation but he's not out of the woods yet. All we can do is wait and pray. I'm sorry but I have to tell you I'm not sure he will make it, I'm so sorry. You can go see him as soon as he's taken to his room."
"You don't know him as I do, my brother is a fighter." She turned to Kiera. "He will live, you have to believe that."
"I do," she said, wiping away her tears.
An hour later they were shown to his room, Kiera was the first one to enter. She walked slowly towards the bed, his chest was bare except for the bandage on his chest, covering the bullet wound. It felt like someone had punched her hard in the stomach when she saw all the wires and hookups attached to his body. His eyes were closed, his face so pale and his breathing shallow. There is nothing worse than seeing the one you love laying lifeless in a hospital bed, knowing that at any moment they might take their last breath.
Going over she takes his hand in hers, lifting it to her lips as she pressed them gently against his skin. "Kyle, I'm here sweetheart. I love you, please stay with me."
The other two stood on the other side of the bed, Judy moved his hair from his forehead. "Hey big brother, I love you," she said as she shed some tears.
After two hours Roy went and got them all something to drink, he pulled up a chair for her so that she could sit by his bed. He and Judy went over by the window, sitting down and watched Kiera as she kept holding his hand and talking to him. It wasn't about anything in particular, just everyday stuff. They all looked up when the doctor walked in, carrying his chart.
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Cover made by JeniRaeD-----------Kyle Hicks, twenty-seven-year-old from Las Vegas, owner of one of the best hotel and casino could have any woman he wanted, but they all wanted more than sex, they wanted a ring on their finger and to be Mrs. Kyle Hi...