Sean wished he were the type of person who hated hospitals. People who hated hospitals always had a way of removing themselves from the moment. They could focus on the lights or the smell or the quiet voices of the people around them. But Sean saw hospitals for what they were: places to help sick people. Therefore he couldn't focus on anything but Emma. They had whisked her away as soon as they got there and Sean had been sitting in a plastic chair, waiting and worrying.
"Sean!" Emma's mother and father rushed into the emergency room looking frazzled and worried. "Where is she?"
"They took her through those doors," he said, pointing to the doors on the far side of the room. "No one has told me anything."
"I'll go find out," Snake said as he headed towards the doors. "Stay here with Sean."
"What happened?" Spike asked. "You didn't say much on the phone."
"It was the snow. She lost control and she ran into a tree. She hit her head on the steering wheel. But she was talking to me. That's a good sign, right?"
"Good news," Snake said as he came up to them. "Emma's going to be okay. She has a minor concussion and a cut on her forehead that needs to be stitched up. She'll have to stay at the hospital overnight for observation but she doesn't have any other injuries. They're going to be moving her upstairs and after that she can have visitors."
"Thank goodness," Spike breathed as she hugged Snake.
Sean felt relief wash over him and tears in the corners of his eyes. Emma was going to be okay. That was more important than anything else.
"And Sean," Spike said tearfully as she turned to hug him. "Thank you for being there and helping her."
Sean nervously went into Emma's room. The Simpsons had been in there forever and they finally told him it was his turn. They needed to go home so that Snake could relieve Manny of her babysitting duties and Spike could bring Manny back to the hospital. So Sean and Emma were left completely alone.
"Hi," Sean said quietly as he entered the room. Emma was in a hospital gown, looking pale and bruised. Sean felt the tears threaten again. He never wanted to see her in that position.
"I'm sorry," Emma said as tears started to roll down her face.
"Shh, it's okay," Sean said as he grabbed Emma's hand and sat down by the bed. "The snow was heavy and anyone could have had that accident."
"No, I mean I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you. I let my anger get the better of me. I don't want to be one of those people who can't forgive. I was coming to see you to tell you that."
"You were coming to see me? I was going to see you. That's why I was there when you had the accident. I knew something was wrong and I had to get to you."
"You saved me, again."
"I had to, you're Emma."
"What do you mean when you say that?"
"You were the first person who really cared for me. You believed in me and you made me want to be a better person. I can't repay that no matter how many times I might have to step in and save you."
"I didn't know I was that important to you."
"You are. I want to show you something. I got this after I left." Sean said as he pulled his undershirt down to show Emma the tattoo on his chest.
"What does it mean?"
"It's the Chinese symbol for faith. I wanted something to remind me what you taught me: to have a little faith in myself and in other people. But it's taken on a more important meaning: faith in us, faith that we can make it through anything, and faith that we're going to be together." Sean omitted that he also knew he could feel her emotions through the tattoo. That one would be his little secret.
"I don't know what to say. I'm just happy you didn't give up. But we can't be together yet."
"Not until you kiss me."
Sean gave a relieved grin before leaning down and kissing Emma softly on the mouth.
"And I want to let you know that I'm not going to be afraid anymore. Whatever happens with us is going to happen. If I keep living in fear of being with you then I'm not going to be able to live my life."
"So I can call you my girlfriend again?"
"Only if I get to call you my boyfriend. And if you'll post fliers about the slaughter of baby seals."
"I can't wait." Sean reached up to touch his tattoo. It was cool and tingly, something he'd never felt before. But then he realized that it meant that Emma was happy. He knew that Emma was truly happy. Sean loved his tattoo.
The story is over. Thanks for reading. I do have an idea in my head for a sequel. I hope everything made sense. Scenarios sometimes make sense to me in my head but not to everyone else. Again, thanks to everyone who took the time to read and review.