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Something to Believe in PART 23 Taking a sip of the deep red wine, Liz joined Alex and sat down on her sofa. It was quiet late on Sunday evening, and, in desperation, Alex had turned to the one person he knew would be a good friend in his desperate hour of need. All throughout his hour-long journey back from the ranch; he had deliberated and dissected whether rebuffing Isabelle had been a good idea. The devastated look in her eyes constantly burned in his mind, reminding him it was his fault she was feeling pain and sadness. By the time he drove into Beverly Hills, he’d succeeded in driving himself crazy with ‘what if’s’. He’d been very relieved when Liz had opened the door a little after 10.00pm; pleased she was available in his hour of need. And now, ten minutes after descending on her doorstep, they were sitting down in her living room with a bottle of wine between them and only soft background music to disturb the peace. “OK Whitman, time to spill.” She said pointedly half joking and half serious. “Where do I start? Let’s just say a day that started out so promisingly has turned into the day from hell.” He said, taking a large swig of the red liquid. “Hmmm, sounds like a woman’s involved, am I right?” She deduced. “Yeah, you’re good at this. Yes a woman is involved, a woman who goes by the name of Isabelle Evans.” He informed his friend. The sound of the name caught Liz off guard and took the wind out of her momentarily. She certainly hadn’t been expecting Alex to utter the famous ‘Evans’ surname, let alone inform her Isabelle was the route of his obvious distress. “Isabelle Evans? What do you mean?” Liz asked trying to stay calm and in control. “Well, she called me on Friday morning, and, against my better judgement, I said yes when she invited me out today.” “Ok.” Liz listed intently, intrigued. “So we went horse riding at the Casa Dulce Ranch.” “Wow, that’s a nice place.” She said, filing in the space his silence had left. “Yeah, it is. We went for a ride and then a really nice picnic by a stream. It was perfect, very calm, tranquil, we were getting on really well.” He said somewhat ruefully. “So what happened to shatter paradise?” She enquired, curious to see why the afternoon had turned so sour. “She tried to kiss me.” He replied bluntly. “Oh, and you did what?” She asked. “I stopped her before she managed to.” He said quietly, still unsure if it had been the right choice of action. “You stopped her? Someone like Isabelle Evans wanted to kiss you and you pushed her away?” Liz queried, somewhat in shock. “Wanna tell me why?” She added, trying to find reasoning for Alex’s actions. She’d guessed that perhaps it was something like that, but she certainly hadn’t been expecting Alex to say he’d rebuffed Isabelle’s advances. “Why? Oh I don’t know Liz. Maybe because I’m 26 years old and my life is a monumental mess. My parents barely speak to me because I was the child they never wanted but got lumbered with anyway. My sister, the only family who truly loved me, is still haunting my mind despite the fact she’s been gone for years. My love life is completely non-existent, and has been for quite some time. God Liz, I can barely remember the name of the last girl who shared my bed, let alone know how to make advances. My life is a total and utter mess, and I don’t know what to do.” He informed her sadly. “Alex …… it isn’t that bad.” Liz countered. “Yes it is Liz, and you know it as well as I do.” “Then maybe seeing Isabelle would be good?” She suggested, eager to see her best friend happy. “Good? How on earth can I succumb to Isabelle’s advances, and then show her the real me, and the real life I wake up to each morning? She’s an amazing person, but what can I offer her? She wants someone to love her wholeheartedly, not someone who needs to depend on her even more than she would on me. She’s barely 22 Liz, still a teenager really, she has no clue on the real world and how cruel it can be. But I’m much older and wiser than she is, I don’t view the world through rose tinted romance glasses. I don’t want some teenage fling that ends a few months down the line. I want true love, commitment ……… and I want a family Liz.” He told her sadly. “Then
to get all that Alex, you need to put your heart on the line and take a risk.
If you want to be loved and have all those children you desire so
strongly, you’re gonna need to let someone in so that they can help you
achieve your dreams. Why not now,
and why not Isabelle?” “No, of course I haven’t said anything to her. But it’s so obvious Liz. She’s all about shopping, gossiping and glamour, not about weddings and babies.” “Maybe, but you’ll never know unless you ask her. Maybe it’s time to test the water and risk your heart one more time, maybe you’ll be rewarded with more than you expect.” Liz suggested. “Yeah, if you say so Parker.” Alex laughed, knowing he wouldn’t take her advice. “Talking about risking your heart, how about you? How are you going with the other Evans?” He queried, watching Liz pale somewhat under his words “There is nothing going on with Max and I. We’ve tied up the project, got the takeover in the bag and that’s it. It was good to work with him and definitely a challenge at times, but that’s where it ends.” She said, sounding like she was in a business meeting. “Ok Liz, drop the sales pitch. I know all about you and Max, and it’s plainly obvious you care about him like he seems to care about you.” “No Alex …….” She started, ready to defend herself. “No Liz, maybe it’s time you listened to your own advice instead of dishing it out so readily. Maybe it’s time you risked your heart also and tested the waters ………….. and perhaps it’s time you were honest with yourself.” He said somewhat firmly. “I can’t be honest with myself Alex, because I’m afraid of what I might see. I …….. I don’t think anyone has ever entered my life and blown me away quite like he has. I know I had Kyle, and I know I was really happy with him, but Max is so different. He …… he makes me feel cared for, loved and alive again, but he also makes me feel scared. I don’t want to loose control again, get caught up in the wonder of love only to have it ripped away when I’m not looking.” Liz admitted. “I know how you feel Liz, and your reaction is only natural. But you are an amazing person who has so much love to give; you deserve to be on the receiving end of some of that love too. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, you can’t fear love, you have to grasp it with too hands and hold on to it for dear life. It could be with you for a short while or the rest of your life, but just enjoy it for as long as you have it inside you. I can’t stand to see you living your life alone, work being your only sense of joy.” “They are easy words to say Alex, but not so easy to act upon, you of all people should know about that.” “I guess your right.” He conceded. “We’re a right pair aren’t we!” Liz exasperated, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. “Yeah, maybe we should get together!” Alex joked. And it was just a joke, for they both knew they were too much like brother and sister to get involved romantically. They loved each other, but it was more like admiration for the other’s strength and will to stay alive through all of life’s obstacles rather than desire. Slipping a strong, supportive arm around her shoulders, Alex pulled Liz into a comforting embrace. Strength and solidarity pulsed through the room at that moment; both knowing they needed to take the step into the big wide world of romance, but both painfully scared of the perils such a step could conjure up. As she lay on her bed, her hands instinctively slipped across to caress her stomach. It was as flat as it always had been, but she knew it wouldn’t stay like that for much longer. In a few months time her ‘condition’ would be extremely evident, as her stomach swelled with the baby inside her. The tears she had shed the night Michael had walked out on her had all but dried up now. She had the odd moment where she wept and longed for his comforting arms, but in general she was starting to feel much stronger. In her heart she knew she had to stay in control and remain strong, she had to for the sake of her child. But each time she thought about the impending job of informing her mother about the baby, her strength instantly seemed to evaporate. Amy loved Maria dearly, but she wasn’t known for her control when it came to such events like unmarried, lone mothers. She’d been there, seen it and done the deed in bringing Maria up alone, and that certainly wasn’t a life she wanted for her only daughter. Maria knew she’d have to tell Amy eventually, but putting off until absolutely necessary seemed a welcome idea to her at that moment. She was sure Amy would ‘hit the roof’ and lecture Maria about how she should have been more careful, responsible and not have jumped into bed with a guy she barely knew. It was lecture Maria knew would come her way, but one she wanted to avoid for as long as possible. In her heart though, Maria knew it would be a conversation that would be made one hundred times better if Michael were there by her side. Although the fact she was pregnant at 23 was a big enough bombshell on its own, Maria was sure the blow to Amy would be cushioned somewhat if her mother knew Michael loved and supported her daughter. But, that was in fantasyland, and reality was where Maria felt alone in the world. She still loved Michael, no matter how he’d broken her heart and ran off leaving her with a child. No matter how she tried to reason with her mind, she still cared a great deal for him. She also, without admitting it to anyone, still held on to the slim chance Michael might see sense and finally come round to the fact she needed him. As soon as she had walked into the house, Isabelle had quickly disappeared into her room. The sounds of her mother offering food went largely unheard, for Isabelle had bigger things on her mind. Switching on some quiet, somewhat depressing music, she laid down on her bed and hugged her teddy bear that normally sat by her beside lamp. It was somewhat childish to hug the bear, but she didn’t care, she needed comfort at that moment. In all of her 22 years, Isabelle had never been knocked back by a guy she wanted, what had happened earlier that day had been a first. But it had been a first on another front also; for she had feelings for Alex she’d never felt before. She wasn’t naïve, she’d had other relationships before, but Alex was so much more different. Perhaps because he was a few years older, or because he was kind and caring, or maybe because he didn’t seem to see her as an object or trophy. She didn’t know what it was, but Isabelle was sure her heart had chosen the one for her. It was true, she didn’t really know him, but to Isabelle that didn’t matter, it was all the more fun to find out about his past, present and be a part of his future. But after he’d rebuffed her advances, she was sure she wouldn’t see him again. Tears stung her eyes, but she was determined not to cry. She was strong, or at least she pretended she was. On the outside she tried to be more than her 22 years, but on the inside she felt much younger. In her head, she wished she hadn’t tried kissing Alex, perhaps then he wouldn’t have pushed her away, and then she wouldn’t have got hurt. In her heart she didn’t care if Alex’s life wasn’t full of excitement, all she cared about was love and romance, and she was sure that was something Alex could give her. Her mother’s callings through the shut bedroom door did little to pull Isabelle out of her pit of despair. Her heart had been broken, and she knew it was of her own doing. Why on earth would a wonderful person like Alex want to know her? She wasn’t a somebody, she wasn’t famous, or had an impressively powerful career. All she had was a room at her parent’s house and a job given to her by her big brother so he could keep an eye on her. Her life was hardly anything to write home about. No, Alex’s rejection had just capped what she already knew; her life was pretty much non-existent, containing no fun, no excitement and no loving. She could rebel again; she had done in the past, but what was the point? Who was there to rebel against? Max was putty in her hands and her parents were so soft it was almost laughable. But something told Isabelle that Alex would have been different, he would have given her some sort of stability, some fun and enjoyment in her life. But then again, since she would never get close to Alex, she assumed she’d never really know what it would be like to be encased in his arms and bathed in his love and affection. And that was something she struggled to accept, for her heart still yearned for the one man who was now way out of her reach. As Alex held her close in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, Liz knew what she had to do. One more meeting with Max would do it for her, one more chance to see him and say goodbye to her potential lover for the last time. She needed it, she needed to make it final, make it so that her heart and mind accepted that she was finally finished with him. Maybe then she could get on with her life, back to the day in day out drudge of all work and no play. But it was for the best, she knew it. She wanted to stay strong and in control, slipping back into needing someone would just burn down all the foundations she’d fought so hard to build. So, all she had to do was figure out how to meet him one more time. What excuse could she use so that Max’s hopes wouldn’t get inflated. It had to be something work related, but what? The project to takeover The Edwardian Group was over, completed, finalised …………… or was it? Putting the phone down, Max couldn’t help but feel intrigued. When he’d picked up the phone the last person he’d expected to find on the other end was Liz. For a few moments she’d stunned him into silence, her request for him to accompany her to one of the newly acquired hotels the next day totally out of the blue. He’d barely managed to tumble out the word yes before she had abruptly ended the conversation. Curiosity filled every part of his being, knowing for sure there was some ulterior motive to her request. For the life of him though he couldn’t work out what it was. Despite his wonderings though, Max certainly wasn’t complaining at the opportunity to see the angel who had stolen his heart again. No matter what she had done to him, he still felt his heart shine at the prospect of seeing her once more. That night, as he slipped into bed, his eyes drifted close and his mind wandered towards Liz. Her chocolate brown eyes, long flowing brown hair and shining smile filled his subconscious with immediate ease. In his dreams though he could control what Liz did. Never in his dreams did she walk away, but instead she fell into his arms with eagerness and happiness. Their kisses were endless and their loving perfect. It was the one thing he could control, and no matter how much she rejected him Max knew she would never stop him dreaming of what they could have if she just let him in. And, unbeknown to Max, someone was also dreaming about him too. For in her unconsciousness, her mind took her to places her heart wouldn’t. No matter what she did, or how she reasoned, Liz still desired Max with all her heart and soul. All she had to do was accept that in her conscious state and then there would be two more happy people in the big wide world of love.
PART 24
It
was a warm sunny November morning in Los Angeles.
The morning rush to work had finally passed, and the tall, prestigious
building stood proud in the centre of the bustling town. Pulling
up on the opposite side of the road, Max and Liz emerged from her black Mercedes
and looked towards the impressive building that stood out in the LA skyline. The
Oreanna Hotel was the flagship
hotel of The Edwardian Group, and now, after the takeover, belonged to the
ever-growing Amber Inn Group. Taking
in a deep breath, Liz allowed her eyes to survey her latest victory, her prize
for all the hard work she’d put in. Situated
in the shadows of the famous Hollywood hills, on North San Vincent Boulevard, it
was certainly a hotel that was a class above any around it.
With over 250 rooms, each themed in unique and pleasing ways, the hotel
oozed appeal. Luxury and class were
certainly words people used to describe the hotel. It was always packed with sightseers, tourists, businessmen
and celebrities alike. Whenever
something big was happening in Tinsel Town, the Oreanna was always a popular
choice for big names in Hollywood. It
was this hotel that had leant Liz’s pull to the takeover plan.
It was the only real major rival to Amber Inn’s previous top hotel, The
Chancery, Beverly Hills. The
Chancery was a beautiful modern hotel that had only been built five years
previously. It was a big, bright
and breezy hotel, but somehow, no matter how glitzy and glamorous it was, The
Chancery didn’t seem to project the same manor of prestige and sophistication
the Oreanna had. It had been clear
knowledge, inside the Edwardian Group, that the Oreanna had been the only real
moneymaker keeping the hotel chain afloat for as long as it had been. But
now, Liz’s Mecca, the hotel she’d always dreamed of getting her hands on,
was within touching distance of her grasp.
Glancing at it from across the road, shivers ran down her spine and the
hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end.
Even through the dark brown of her sunglasses, the hotel still looked as
magnificent as ever. The
exhilaration of knowing it was her newest acquisition made Liz’s heart race,
she was finally being let loose on her dream project.
Watching
her staring at the hotel, Max couldn’t help but smile.
It was clear this hotel was something special to Liz, and glancing back
at the large building, he could see why. He
liked the look of awe she was clearly displaying across her face too.
It was the sort of look a child gave when glancing in a toyshop window on
Christmas Eve, longing, wanting, and hoping for a treat. “Shall
we go and take a look inside then?” Max
suggested, realising Liz would stand on the sidewalk staring at the building all
day unless he gave her a little push in the right direction. Finally
tearing her eyes away, she smiled warmly at Max before they started the short
walk to the crossing a few yards away. No
words were exchanged as they walked though, both still caught up in their own
worlds. For
Liz, it was the awe of the hotel that she could now walk into and claim as her
own. For Max, it was the
surprisement that he was here at all. The
call from Liz had been out of the blue and totally unexpected.
She’d requested his presence when she went to look at the Oreanna, and
who was he to turn her down. Any
small moments with Liz were better than none at all.
So, even though he wasn’t sure why he was accompanying her, Max
wasn’t one to turn the chance down. They
were here to assess the hotel, walk around it and decide what changes were
necessary to keep it in its rightful place as a flagship hotel, but this time
for the Amber Inn Group. Normally
it was something Liz did on her own, or perhaps occasionally with Alex, but this
time she’d decided to invite Max along. It
was partly because she wanted a business executive’s perspective on the hotel,
but also it was very nearly the last excuse she could think of to see Max one
last time. For the takeover was now
complete, their plan had worked and James was extremely pleased at the speed and
smoothness of the transaction. So
now Max’s involvement as a consultant had served its purpose, his services
were no longer required. That, of
course, meant Liz had to accept her acquaintance with Max Evans was all but
over. A tinge of sadness,
therefore, edged the visit also; as Liz tried to accept her brief happiness was
over due to her own doing. She’d
decided she needed one more moment with Max to say goodbye for good, to finally
end the brief affair they’d almost shared.
And that was what she was here to do, see the hotel, but also close
another chapter in her already eventful life. Crossing
the road, the two of them walked slowly up to the ever-looming building.
It was a quiet, serene walk, both just content with the other’s
company, no words needed to spoil the moment.
For Max too could sense a finality in their meeting, he wasn’t naïve
he could feel the vibes Liz was giving off.
And no matter how much he tried to kid himself, they weren’t good
vibes. Oh Liz was being sweet,
kind, but there was a distance and a gloom surrounding her that he had picked up
on from the moment he’d got into her car.
No
matter what he had done to try to win her round, it hadn’t worked on Liz
Parker. For once a woman had
rebuffed the Evans charm and slipped from his grasp.
Only, for Max, this wasn’t just another woman in a long line of average
ladies. Liz was special, more
amazing than any other woman he knew. He
certainly didn’t want to let her go, but resigned himself to being powerless
to stop her pushing him away if it was what she wanted, and that was clearly
what she had told him. “Liz
………” He started as they
walked slowly along the sidewalk. “I
know what you said about us …….” “Max,
please don’t go there.” She
halted his words. “Why
not Liz?” He queried, taking
grasp of her arm and spinning her to a halt.
“Why can’t I go there?” He
added, slipping a finger under her chin, and lifting it up so that he could
stare longingly into her deep brown eyes. It
wasn’t his best plan, Max was the first to admit that, but he was powerless to
stop himself. She’d rebuffed him
so many times and pushed him away with emphatic ease.
In his heart he knew another rejection couldn’t make him feel any worse
than he did already. There were
only so many pieces a heart could be smashed into, and Max was painfully aware
his heart was only mere shards already. He
had to touch her once more; he had to experience the softness of her lips and
the tenderness of her kiss, no matter what the price. Holding
her stare for a moment, he searched in her soul for any signs of hatred or
disgust at looking at him. There
were none, which he took as a good sign at least.
Bending his head down slowly, he closed his eyes a split second before
his lips touched hers. It
was a simple kiss full of tenderness, but Liz was powerless to stop herself from
becoming lost in him. His kiss
ignited all the strong feelings she’d buried, all the dreams of love she’d
dashed with harsh words. His hand
tenderly stroking her silky brown hair and his gentle lips caressing hers sent
shivers down her spine. The flames
of passion were instantly stoked deep inside her stomach, her head feeling light
from the feelings he was awakening once more. “You
shouldn’t have done that.” She
said as they finally parted; yet her eyes deceived her as they danced with
desire. “I
know.” He replied shrugging his shoulders and not regretting his actions for
one moment. She’d said so many
harsh and hurtful words to him, but in a kiss she’d informed Max how she
really felt. The passion in the
simple embrace was extreme and there was a clear response from Liz, No matter what words uttered from her mouth from now on
he’d know they were lies. Nobody
could kiss like that if they detested the other, of that Max was certain. “Then
why did you?” She enquired, her
eyes narrowing slightly curious to see if an ulterior motive lay below the
surface. “I
guess I wanted to give it one more try, to see if I could win you round.” He admitted. “What?
After everything I’ve said and done to you, you still think I’m worth
it?” She stated, genuinely
surprised. “Yes
Liz, I do think you’re worth it. That’s
what love does to you, it makes you want to walk to hell and back for one small
kiss or gentle hug.” He said
honestly. “You see, no matter
what you say or do, you’ll always be worth it to me.”
He added looking directly at Liz so she’d know he was being one hundred
percent truthful. She
stared back at him, mouth open and eyes blazing with amazement.
She’d hurt him, scalded him with terribly hurtful words, yet he still
cared for her? He was someone
special; she knew that now for sure. So
why couldn’t she let him into her life? Alex’s
words of the day before swum around her mind mixing with her emotions, [I]“you
can’t fear love, you have to grasp it with two hands and hold on to it for
dear life.” [/I] Could she let him in? Could she risk everything to taste a little love and happiness? If she was going to do it, Liz was sure there wouldn’t be anyone better or more equipped than the suave Max Evans. For he had shown so many times his sweet, caring side, and he clearly felt deep emotions for Liz. He’d
made her think, Max was sure of that. The
lost, dreamy look on her face was evidence that his words and that kiss had
perhaps started to sink in. Maybe
there was hope for them, perhaps a few more kisses and she would finally be
ready to open up to him. It would
take time, he was prepared for that, this was Liz Parker after all, and he was
prepared to wait forever if that was what she needed.
For
the first time in a long while Max actually felt happy with himself.
It had been a snap judgement to kiss her, but definitely one of his
better ideas. He’d tasted her
once more, experienced the passion that ran deep inside both of them.
If he died at that moment then he knew he’d die a happy man.
She’d entered his life, turned it upside down and ripped out his heart
on many occasions, but she was still a beautiful angel in his eyes.
Walking
on quietly they were both lost in their own dream worlds, both thinking of the
other and the illicit kiss they had just shared along with the emotions it had
conjured up. Neither
could have imagined or expected the surreal moment to be shattered so violently
and dramatically though. The
next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion, almost like a high-octane
movie playing on maximum reduced speed. The
squeal of locked brakes reverberated around the quiet street, and a puff of
smoke rose from burnt rubber tyres as a speeding car jumped a red light. The sound of another unsuspecting car hitting the side of the
runaway car then filled the air dramatically.
Crunching
metal, shattering glass and dull thuds were mixed with the sound of the first
car’s tyres locking and skidding quickly across the road, hurtling at a very
fast pace. As
it slid, it was clear to any onlooker that there was very little in its path to
reduce the speed and take away some of the power of the inevitable impact. Turning
to see the accident unfold, Max could scarcely believe his eyes.
Both he and Liz stood there, watching what was happening, grateful they
were safely on the sidewalk. It
was Max who was shaken out of his haze first though.
The runaway car was still continuing on its quest to destroy everything
in its path. A parking meter, the
bumper of another car and a trash can, nothing seemed to halt its onslaught
towards the sidewalk. But
the out of control car wasn’t just endangering stationery objects; it was
heading straight to the sidewalk, or more importantly heading straight towards
Liz and Max. Quickly
thinking, he grabbed Liz’s arm and pushed her out of the way, barely moments
before the car mounted the pavement. Instead,
it hit him, throwing his body up onto the bonnet of the car, over the roof and
back down to earth in the middle of the road with a big bump. For
moments afterwards the area lay dormant and still, the hissing of boiling water
from a car radiator pouring out onto the sidewalk.
The only noise that broke the silence was the sound of a car alarm
ringing and the horn of the runaway car blasting out.
Passers-by stood looking, stunned and shocked at what had just unfurled,
all too astounded to move at first. Opening
her eyes, she tried to focus on something around her, trying to work out where
she was and why she was lying on the sidewalk.
Liz
was dazed for a few moments, unable to work out what had just happened. She’d heard the commotion behind her, but then suddenly Max
had grabbed her and pushed her to the ground.
She’d hit the wall of the building behind her, bashing her shoulder,
gashing her arm and hitting her head on the solid concrete.
Lifting
her battered body from the ground, Liz sat up and lent her back against the
building. The pain in her head
appeared immediately, and was extremely intense making her feel dizzy and
disorientated. Instinctively, she
lifted her hand to the route of the discomfort, and instantly felt the warm
trickle of blood coming from a cut just above her eye.
Blood was also dripping from a large gash on her arm, due to broken glass
by where she had fallen, and her shoulder and ribs were definitely painful too. It
was only then that Liz also realised she was very much alone.
Max was no longer beside her, no longer in her view.
Scrambling uneasily to her feet, panic fuelled her body.
Liz
frantically looked around, whipping her head around in a desperate attempt to
find her friend. Her hair flailed
around her face blinding her view and hitting her face somewhat painfully, her
eyes full of fear, her heart beating so fast she could practically feel it
jumping out of her chest. After
a moment of blind terror, she suddenly saw him.
He was lying face down on the road; arms sprawled above his head, legs
bent and contorted, not moving a muscle. People
finally started to gather around the scene, one calling 911, all trying to take
in the accident and deal with the casualties.
“Max!”
Liz piercingly screamed, finally finding her voice. Forcing
her feet to move, she giddily pushed through the ever-growing crowd to reach her
friend. Drawing up beside him, Liz
paused for a moment, trying to take in the unbelievable sight in front of her.
Max’s
body wasn’t moving, his wrist twisted in a broken way, his leg also bend in an
uncomfortable position. Blood was
pouring from more than one outlet, a nasty cut on his head, a deep gash on his
leg that had sliced through his trousers, grazes and bruises already showing on
exposed flesh. It was clear to any
onlooker he was seriously hurt. Sinking
to her knees, Liz stretched out her arms and gently rolled Max over. Protests from onlookers not to move him went unheard, Liz
didn’t care what anyone said or thought, she only cared about Max.
Lifting
up his battered head, she placed it gently on her lap to cradle it. Pushing his hair that was damp with blood out of his eyes and
stroking his face gently, tears slowly fell down Liz’s face.
He looked so pale, so fragile, his body so terribly battered ………
all for the sake of saving her. Liz’s
wracked sobs continued until the loud siren of two ambulances finally drew up
the street. The crowd parted,
allowing the paramedics to reach the injured people.
Two paramedics headed towards the runaway car, to the injured driver, the
other two headed to Max and Liz. “Mam,
are you ok?” A thirty-something
paramedic asked Liz. “Y
….ye ……. Yes.” She
stumbled, clearly in shock. “We
need to treat your friend, is that ok?” He
asked gently, needing Liz to relinquish her protective grip on Max. The nodding of her head and relaxing of her tight hold
signalled this was ok, as Liz finally let go of Max for the first time since the
terrible accident. Quickly
administering initial first aid, the two paramedics cautiously lifted Max onto a
stretcher before whisking him into the waiting ambulance. Urging Liz in also so her injuries could be treated, the
ambulance sped off once again, rushing through the streets of Los Angeles.
The
trip to the City of Angels Medical Center in Downtown LA was something of a blur
to Liz. The Paramedic administered
first aid to the cut on her head, and gently bandaged her lower arm, but she
barely noticed. Her sorrow filled
eyes were fixed constantly on Max, trying to will his eyes open or give her some
sort of sign so she’d know he was ok. All
she wanted was a flicker, a sign that he was still with her, but nothing came,
and no comfort was found, as he lay lifeless on the stretcher. From
the moment they entered the hospital Max was quickly whisked away.
Liz tried to stay with him, wanting to be right by his side in case
anything happened, but the nurses refused, insisting she received some medical
attention of her own. Still dazed
and in shock, she was escorted into a cubical to receive attention, all the
while her thoughts were with Max and the perilously situation he was in. Once
her head had been stitched, her arm bandaged and her grazes tended to, Liz
stumbled out to find a telephone. Calling
Maria, she informed her secretary of the important points, trying to stay calm
and keep her mind focused as she instructed Maria contact Max’s firm to let
them know also what was going on. It
was clear to Maria, as she put the phone down, that the accident had been very
serious. Liz’s voice was
non-descriptive, quiet, emotionless monotone.
She’d never heard her boss so shaken up, Liz normally so self-assured. Quickly picking up the phone, she called Isabelle and
informed her, before dashing down the hall to James’ office to let him know of
the unfolding situation. Finally
flumping down into a welcoming chair in the waiting room, Liz lowered her head
buried her face in the palms of her hands.
The
tears she had shed earlier returned with vengeance, stinging her eyes as she
tried to keep them at bay. She
tried all her might to remain in control; to not loose it in the middle of the
hospital, but it was to no avail as the inevitable pain engulfed her and the
tears began to course down her pale, stricken cheeks.
Seeing
May lying in the road had been awful, never in her wildest nightmares did she
think she’d have to experience anything happening to Max.
He was so big, strong and full of life, like nothing could ever hurt or
cut him down. But seeing him lying
helpless in the road, and then strapped into the stretcher, being wheeled into
ER at near death’s door, it was clear he was in very grave danger. The
tears continued to pour out, as Liz just sat and waited for news.
It was all she could do, just wait, hoping and praying that Max would be
strong enough to pull through and flash her that sexy smile once more.
TBC .......................?
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