Sheridan stared down at her mother, her hand gently clasping Victoria's.
Victoria was asleep, and had been for some time. She was hooked up to machines, ones that Sheridan had no idea
what were there for. Still, if they kept her mother alive, she'd gladly let the doctors hook her up to whatever
machines they had the urge to.
"I know you told me not to get too into this internet thing," Sheridan whispered, continuing her one-sided
conversation with her mother. "But, Luis is great. He's not some psycho-path. He's engaged to a bitch, though..."
She suddenly giggled at what she'd said. It hadn't been purposeful. The words had left her lips before she could
"I just want you to know that, if you get through this, I'll do whatever you say." Sheridan smoothed
her mother's golden hair back from her pale face. "Anything you want. I swear."
Unanticipated tears filled her eyes and spilled over her cheeks. She clutched her mother's hand tighter.
"I know I always said that I couldn't stand it when you lectured me, but, to tell the truth, I loved it."
Bowing her head, Sheridan closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to stop the tears from flowing.
"It showed me that you cared for me. Loved me. I love you, Mommy."
Her silent tears turned into muffled sobs as she let her mother's hand go and buried her face in her hands. She
hadn't called her mother Mommy in years. Her mother had hated it when she started calling her Mother instead of
what she'd called her when she was a child. Sheridan silently vowed that, if Victoria made it through this, she'd
start calling her Mommy again.
She'd do anything if her mother would just live.
Taking ragged calming breaths, Sheridan lifted her head again and gazed at her mother. Her eyes lifted to the window
that looked out into the waiting room, where Luis stood with his head lowered and his hands shoved into his jean
She started to stand to leave the room, but stopped when a couple approached Luis, the woman with dark hair and
brown eyes, and the man with graying hair who resembled Luis.
The three conversed, then looked like they were arguing heatedly. Sheridan rose from her chair, touched her mother's
hand briefly, and started towards the door, but halted when the woman grabbed Luis's hand and angrily looked at
him. She looked like she was yelling at him.
Then all three left.
Sheridan watched them go in bewilderment.
Luis glared angrily at his mother once they were outside of the hospital. What the hell gave her the right to decide
whether or not he'd be mad at his fiancée?
"You left her crying in the livingroom, Luis! How could you do that?" Pilar Lopez-Fitzgerald gave Luis
a look to kill and added, "She's devastated."
"She didn't give a damn about Sheridan's mother!" Luis hissed back. Throwing his hands up in frustration,
he said heatedly, "Dammit, Mother, all Sheridan wanted was a ride! And Emily wouldn't let her have one!"
Pilar folded her arms over her chest and tapped her foot restlessly. "And just who is Sheridan?"
Luis groaned and closed his eyes, clenching and unclenching his fists. "A friend, Mother."
Growling under his breath, Luis spun away. "I'm engaged, for crying out loud."
"So I assume this means your anger towards Emily is only temporary?" Pilar's voice had just the subtlest
hint of hope.
"Depending," Luis said.
Pilar's face fell. "I see. Depending on what?"
"Darling, would you leave him be? We don't need to meddle in our son's affairs. He has a mind of his own."
Ever the supportive father, Martin gently grabbed his wife's arm and coaxed her towards their waiting limousine.
Blaring sirens cut through the air as an ambulance pulled into the parking lot. Pilar made a face of disgust at
the sight and pulled from her husband's grasp, spinning to face an angry Luis once more.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Very well, dear. Let me know if anything goes wrong. And give this...Sheridan
person my regards."
Luis gave her a nasty look, but threw a smile at his father and waved goodbye. Martin offered a nod in return and
helped his wife into the limousine before starting around towards the other side.
Sighing, Luis jammed his hands through his hair and started back into the hospital, only to bump directly into
She cried out in surprise and looked up. "Oh!" She smiled nervously and backed away. "I was just...looking
for you. I wanted to see if everything was okay."
Luis smiled grimly and took hold of her elbow, guiding her back into the waiting room. "How's your mother?"
Sheridan shrugged and gave him a sad smile. "Who knows? She's not dead, if that counts for anything."
Luis looked at her sympathetically. "That's a good sign," he said with a lighthearted chuckle.
Sheridan bowed her head. "So who were those people you left with? It looked pretty heated out here."
Luis rolled his eyes. "My ever-so-nice parents."
Sheridan lifted an eyebrow. "From the tone of your voice, I'd say they were anything but. What happened?"
Rubbing his shoulder in a feeble attempt to get a kink out of his neck, he smiled tightly and replied, "Emily,
"I see," Sheridan said slowly. "Anything I can help with?"
Luis shook his head. "Not unless you want to be confronted by a bunch of angry Lopez-Fitzgeralds, and believe
me, that wouldn't be a pretty sight. Where's your dad?"
He was worried about her. She'd been at the hospital all night, and he hadn't wanted to leave her side. Sitting
in the chairs at the hospital for some twelve hours had served to give him one helluva backache.
She'd later called her father, then gone to see how her mother was doing after Alistair had promised to be there
soon. Darren had left early in the morning.
"I don't know," Sheridan said with a shrug. "But I'm not leaving until he gets here."
"And, once he does, you're coming with me to get something to eat. Okay?"
She smiled weakly. "Sure."