"Hello,how may I help you?" the lady smiled.
"Claire,where's Claire Houston's room?" I asked panicking."
The lady looked at the computer set beside her and typed on it.
Dylan and I had driven straight from Los Angeles to San Francisco,for hours.
"Ms Houston is in room one oh nine,second floor."
I hurried to the stairs because I had no time to wait the elevator. Dylan was right behind me as I reached the second floor and started searching for her room. When I finally found it,I quickly opened it and rushed inside. I saw Claire was laying in bed,eyes closed,with tubes and wires connected to her body and there was a doctor and two nurses beside her.
"Claire." my voice broke as I saw her.
"Are you a relative?" the doctor asked.
"I'm her friend," I answered and sniffed. "Is she okay?"
"Don't worry,she's okay. She only has two broken ribs and minor cuts on her body. Ms Houston should wake up the next half an hour or so."
I went to her bed and held her hand. I swallowed hard and wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks.
"Thank you doctor." Dylan said.
"No problem,we're only doing our job." the doctor answered and then left,the two nurses followed him out when they finished their work.
I sniffed again. I felt a hand on my shoulder which belonged to Dylan.
"Come on angel,don't cry. You heard what the doctor said;Claire's alright and she will wake up anytime now." he soothed.
I let out a breath,he's right,she's okay.
The next half an hour seemed like enternity to me. I had already drunk the hot cup of coffee Dylan brought me and Claire still didn't wake up.
I sat on the chair beside her bed because walking around the room won't help me. Dylan went to the bathroom,and I was the only one in the room with Claire. He never left my side since the moment I called him,I am so lucky to have him in my life.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" Dylan asked quietly. I didn't notice him when he came in.
"No,I'm good. Thank you." my voice came out hoarsed.
Just then we began hearing Claire's moans.
"Claire?" I asked holding her hand quickly.
She moaned again and then turned her head to my direction.
"Angy?" she asked weakly.
"Yes? Are you okay? Do you want me to bring you anything?" I asked.
She shook her head slowly.
"Where's Adam?" Claire asked.
"He's in LA."
"LA? Why? Where are we?" her voice was so low it was coming out as whispers.
"San Francisco."
"What?! Why did you leave him there?"
"Relax,he's with Kathy."
"I thought he doesn't want a nanny."
"I talked to him when you left,he didn't want to at first but eventually came around. He kept asking about you Claire,you got him so worried. You got all of us worried."
Claire began to cry. "I'm sorry." she said between her cries.
"It's okay,just don't do it again." I sniffed trying not to cry infront of her.
"I won't."
I hugged her carefully trying not to put so much pressure on her.
"Aw." Claire winced in pain as she tried to get up. I helped her fix her position.
"The doctor said that you have to broken ribs." I mentioned.
"Explains the pain. Angy,would you please call the nurses?"
"Okay."
"No,you stay with her,I'll go call them." Dylan offered.
"Thank you." I smiled at him.
I turned to Claire who was raising an eyebrow at me while smirking.
"What?" I asked smiling.
"Nothing." he smirk grew wider making me roll my eyes.
The doctor,the nurse,and Dylan came in after a while. Claire was basically completing the doctors sentences everytime he spoke. She even prescribed the medication for herself.
"Excuse me but how do you know all of this?" he asked disbelieved.
"I'm a doctor,Claire Houston." she answered and held out her hand.
He took her hand and shook it gladly,"Very nice to meet you Dr Houston,I'm Evan Collins."
"Same here Dr Collins." Claire smiled.
It seems that Claire should stay in the hospital for two day and then she'll be able to go back home. The police came in later to interrogate with her because according to the blood test,Claire had too much alcohol in her system. I've taking care of everything concerning the police.
"You don't have to stay here,Dylan." I said. It was getting late and driving back to Los Angeles is really tiring.
"I'm not tired and if I am I can always rent a room in a nearby hotel." he answered.
"Dylan thank you so much for staying with us." Claire thanked.
"No problem."
"I'm going to call the house to check on Adam." I said.
"I need to talk to Adam." Claire said quickly.
"If you're tired it's better-"
"No I need to talk to him,now."
"Okay."
I called the house phone and waited for Kathy to pick up.
"Angelica Morr and Claire Houston's house,who is this?" the nanny's voice spoke.
"Kathy,this is Angela." I said.
"Ms Morr,are you calling from San Francisco? Is Ms Houston okay?"
"Yeah she's fine,how's Adam?"
"Well he hasn't spoken that much since you left but he's okay. He's drawing now."
"That's good,thank you Kathy."
"No problem."
"You didn't tell me anything, right?"
"Not at all."
"Good,I want to speak with him."
"Okay."
I waited for Kathy to call Adam.
"Angy?" Adam spoke.
"Hey buddy." I smiled once hearing his voice.
"Where are you?"
"Umm well I'm in San Francisco."
"Why?"
"I'm here with mommy."
"You're with mommy?! Can I talk to her?!"
"Sure,she wants to talk to you,anyway."
I gave the phone to Claire.
"Adam?" her voice was forced. "Nothing,I'm just a little tired... no no I'm okay...honey no don't cry...I'm sorry too." she began to cry. "I'm so sorry I left like this and didn't call,I was just tired and and I just I'm sorry...I love you too...Adam honey,listen Angy and I are going to stay in San Francisco for a few day and then we'll come back,okay?...I love you honey,goodnight."
I took the phone as she wiped her tears and Dylan gave her some tissues.
"Adam?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Can you put Kathy on the phone?"
"Okay."
"Yes Ms Morr?" Kathy said.
"Kathy take good care of Adam because Claire and I are going to stay in San Francisco for three days or so."
"Don't worry about that. Tell Ms Houston that I'm praying for her to get well soon."
"Will do. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up and turned to Claire.
"Kathy is praying for you." I said.
"Bless her." Claire said.
It was planned that I stay with Claire in the hospital but she insisted that Dylan and me go to a hotel and get some sleep and I eventually gave in.
Dylan picked out the nearest hotel to the hospital so we can stay in.
"One or two rooms?" the reception lady asked.
Dylan turned to me,I honestly didn't know if it was right to share or room or not,but I mean we did sleep on the same bed back in Switzerland.
"One?" he questioned more than answered.
"One." I repeated.
She gave us the keys,we went to the elevator,and then to our room.
We were so tired that we didn't bother to take a shower and we slept in our clothes. I placed my chest on Dylan's chest and listened to his heart as it beated strongly.
"Dylan." I whispered.
"Yeah." he answered half asleep.
"Thank you for coming with me today."
"Angela please stop thanking me,it's the least I can do."
"Still,thank you."
He kissed the top of my head.
"It was nothing." he quietly said.