Groaning, Summer shifted in the hard metal and blue plastic seat. The white walls and blue trim weren't that bad to look at, but the smell of antiseptics was giving her a headache.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Summer snapped her head up and noticed the young girl that was walking towards her stumble. "Oh…" she blushed, "sorry."
Narrowing her eyes, Summer asked, "for what?"
The girl blushed a shade darker. "I thought you were… ya see I was told… it was rumored..." she took a deep breath and sighed, "I thought you were Zac Hanson. He's rumored to be here cause of a friend who got hurt." She smiled weakly, "and I saw your long blonde hair and well... I just assumed you were him, and I was gonna ask for your autograph."
Summer laughed lightly, "Well, I'm here for a friend." She confessed, "but I doubt if Zac Hanson is waiting in one of these rooms in this hospital."
She nodded, "I was thinking the same thing when I saw that you weren't him." She smiled again, "thanks for not biting my head off or anything for my stupidity."
Summer smiled and nodded, "no problem. I hope you meet him someday."
She grinned, "So do I!" She called out as she raced out of the room and down the hall.
"No doubt to find another waiting room to see if Zac's there." Summer muttered under her breath and she went back to staring at the ground and picked up the magazine she dropped there minutes ago.
"What's going on?"
She looked up from the magazine she was browsing through. Well… more like just turning pages in. "I don't want to answer that question right now." She replied, turning back to the glossy pages in her hands.
Mrs. McPherson sat on the seat next to her daughter. "You know, you're father and I believe that you didn't do it."
Closing her eyes Summer answered, "You believed it the first time too." She laughed weakly, "The only way you found out that it was me was because I decided to come clean."
Silent moments passed.
"Are you going to this time too?"
Putting her head in her hands, Summer rubbed at her scalp with her fingertips. "No." She murmured, "Because this time, it really wasn't me."
She raised her blank and drawn face. "It really wasn't me this time, Mom." Her head shook, "and I don't know who did. I thought about it, and thought about it, and there's no logical person that I can pull up."
Her mouth drew into a tight line, "It's as if there was some damn ghost that just rose up and decided to pay me back some karma, then disappear again."
Rubbing her daughter's back gently, Mrs. McPherson offered her own opinion. "What if the culprit isn't a logical answer."
"What if they are the least expected?" She mused smiling then shrugged. "Anyway, they're saying now that since the doctor had an emergency surgery, the bandages aren't going to be removed for another couple of hours. Doctor Walsh wants to be the one who removes the bandages again, and has made specific orders to let it be him that does."
Nodding, Summer stood up. "Let's go get something to eat then. I can't stand this place."
Mrs. McPherson stood up as well, "Ever since your father had his accident, neither can I."
Summer flinched at the reminder. She could remember her father being wheeled in on a gurney through the sliding doors. Remember them talking about how his hip would never heal right. How he had quit his job on the police force refusing to be stuck behind a desk for the rest of his life.
Sighing, she picked up her purse. "Let's just go."
