"Quake"Page 2!!!

As he lay there in the hospital bed, he thought back over their short, but wonderful relationship. The passion they shared for each other was intense, for a while they both thought it was just a physical attraction, but as the days passed, he realized it was more, so much more. He truly did love her and he wanted her here now, so he could tell her. He tried to move, but regretted it instantly, he was sore all over and still weak, his body cried out at the movement and his head began to swim. He lay back and closed his eyes, trying to regain his control, but instead fell back to sleep, dreaming of Steph and her beautiful face, with the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen, he always became lost in them.

Steph walked into his room, he was asleep. She couldn't believe how handsome he was, it took her breath away, he was the most handsome, sexy, intelligent, sweet man she had ever known. She had fallen in love with him the moment their lips had touched accidentally that day. She could not tell him before, because she didn't know if he felt the same way, but after their time trapped in the school, she thought he did. That was why she had given him the roses with the note, she walked over to the bed, he looked so peaceful sleeping there, she could not resist the urge to kiss him. He had the most incredible lips she had ever seen, she loved kissing them, she could kiss him forever, especially after that kiss in the school, she had nearly fainted from that one. She leaned over him and pressed her lips to his, gently at first, intending it to be a short, little kiss, but as her desire to kiss him grew, she began kissing him harder, taking his whole mouth with hers, running her tongue over his lips, wanting access to his mouth, but he did not respond at this point. She pulled away from him, worried that something was wrong, he should have responded if he was just asleep. She pulled the covers back, to check him over, and instantly saw the blood, his leg was bleeding heavily. She ran for the doctor, terribly frightened that he lost too much blood.

The doctor immediately took Dezmond into surgery to sew his leg back up and get blood back into him, it took 4 pints of blood to get his blood level close to where it was supposed to be. It only took about a half an hour to stitch him up. Steph waited anxiously in his room, when they brought him back in, he was very pale and she started to cry, seeing all the tubes in his beautiful arms, and the tubes in his nose, providing him with oxygen. "How is he doctor?" "He is in fare condition, his vitals should stabilize soon, but right now he is still unstable. We got blood back into him, but it will take time for him to respond, so be patient." The doctor then turned and left, leaving her alone with Dezmond.

Steph pulled a chair over beside the bed, sitting in it and taking Wil's incredibly soft hand, she had not realized just how much she loved him until now. She prayed he would be alright, she had just met him, she could not bare to lose him. She put her head on his chest and cried softly, she could feel his strong, muscular chest under her head, his breathing shallow, his heartbeat fairly steady, it lulled her to sleep, she never let go of his hand. She woke again, looking at the clock on the wall, several hours had passed, Wil was still out and his breathing still seemed shallow, but he did have more color, which was a good sign. She reached up and gently kissed him, loving the feel of his soft, full lips. God she loved his lips, his whole mouth, his tongue knew how to work magic on her, she just wished it could now. She pulled away and went to get something to eat.

When she returned, Wil was partly awake, he was very groggy and weak, but his eyes were part way open. She saw the pain and distance in his beautiful green eyes, it broke her heart to see that pain. She went to him, taking his hand, he glanced at her, but he was too weak to actually move his head, or open his eyes fully. He did manage the smallest of smiles, then whispered so quietly, that Steph had to put her ear to his mouth to hear him, "I love you Steph, I do mean that, I have loved you almost from the moment we met." That was all he could get out. Steph turned her head and kissed him again, this time Wil was able to respond weakly, the kiss was tender and soft, but it was the most beautiful kiss they had shared yet. Then Wil drifted back to sleep, Steph smiled, she knew in her heart that Wil would be alright.

Steph was in the Cafeteria when another aftershock hit, but this one was bad, it was almost as strong as the initial quake, parts of the ceiling started to fall and the dishes crashed to the floor, breaking. She began to panic, she didn't think she could take much more of this. Her nerves were already on edge, between the other aftershocks and worrying about Wil, she was at her wits end. She began to scream, one of the nurses came over to her and tried to calm her, but she was beyond that now. A doctor came over and gave her a shot, a moment later she was out, it had been a sedative. They took her to a room and put her in a bed, letting her sleep, which she hadn't really done since she came in with Dezmond.

Several pieces of the ceiling had fallen on Dezmond, but they did not hurt him, he woke when they landed on him, however. He was surprised that Steph was not there, he got worried, obviously there had been a major aftershock and he didn't know where she was. He began to frantically press the call button, the nurse came running in, fearing something was wrong, then stopped when she saw he was alright. "What is it Mr. Dezmond?" "Where is Stephanie? Why isn't she here?" The nurse looked at him with sympathy, "She broke down after the last aftershock, we had to sedate her, she is in a nearby room sleeping, she will be fine, don't worry." She turned and left as Dezmond's eyes drifted shut. His mind was working feverishly, she had a break down? God, was it because of him? He could not bare to think that he had caused her to have a break down, he desperately needed to see her, but he knew he could not get out of bed. He was so frustrated, he hated being so helpless and frail. He was angry at himself now, he was remembering the last kiss they shared, it had been the sweetest, most tender kiss he had ever experienced, he wanted it again.

Continued on Page 3!!

Page 3