The Apocalypse (5 page)

Jake made a face. "I'm taking Isaac to see her. I don't really know how she is."

"Dude, Ethan's going to flip," Brent commented with a nervous little laugh. "He's got it bad for Han, and you'd better believe that he'll give Hudson a hard time."

"Hudson's a jackass, but it's not his fault that it's icy. It's Ayers's fault for agreeing to go out in that weather." Jake removed his Poptarts from the toaster and put them on a paper towel. "She's about half stupid."

Feathery laughter came from Brent's side of the line. "Be nice. You know you care deep down."

"Eh." Jake poured himself some milk and glanced into the living room; Isaac was still asleep. "Do you know when visiting hours are? I mean, you can't just walk in whenever you feel like it, can you?"

"How the hell should I know?" Brent and Jake shared a laugh. "Which hospital is she at?"

Jake paused. That would have been
a
good question to ask his mother several hours ago. He hoped that Isaac knew, but just in case Jake ran through a mental list of nearby hospitals. "Good Samaritan, maybe? Definitely not Miami Valley, I don't think."

"Could be Kettering. I think Grandview's closer than Good Samaritan though." Brent sounded slightly more convinced than Jake felt. One good thing about living in Ohio was that one was always close to a hospital; they were everywhere. "Depends on how bad she is."

Wincing a little at that, Jake chewed his breakfast thoughtfully. "I'll call Mom. I better do that real fast. See you later, man."

No sooner had Jake exchanged goodbyes and hung up did he remember that Hannah was at the same hospital that her dad worked at. Now if he could only remember which one
that
was. Jake wasn't particularly close to Benjamin Ayers like he was to Patricia. Benjamin was never home thanks to the crazy hours he worked at the hospital; he was in love with his job, and it came before everything. Even when he was at home and not resting or reading up on medical stuff, Benjamin wasn't a talker. Jake wasn't sure he'd ever had a conversation with the man. He'd probably talked more to his own lowlife father who had run away after knocking up Diane.

After finishing his Poptarts and milk, Jake cleaned up the little mess he'd made in the kitchen and returned to the living room. Fortunately, Jake didn't have to make the decision about waking Isaac up or not, for the younger boy was stirring on the couch. It was mildly surprising because Jake had always known Isaac to be a great sleeper.

"Wh-what time is it?" Isaac asked through a yawn. He stretched his arms over his head and squinted over at Jake, who told him that it was around seven. Isaac nodded. "Can we go see Hannah now?"

Jake nearly laughed at Isaac's eagerness. Hannah probably didn't know how loved she was by her brother. "Yeah. Whenever you're ready. You should eat first though."

Shaking his head, Isaac was already half way across the living room, putting his shoes and coat on
as
he walked. "Nah. I'm ready now."

Thirty-five minutes later, Jake was silently maneuvering his black Ford Ranger truck through Kettering, Ohio. The roads weren't in horrible condition, but it'd still taken awhile to reach the hospital because Jake drove cautiously to keep Isaac from freaking out. Although Jake didn't comment about it, he could see Isaac's right hand tightly gripping the edge of the worn seat.

The drive had been silent after Jake inquired about the destination location and heard praises for Kettering's neurology department, and the two remained silent even as Jake parked in the hospital's garage. He followed Isaac inside, passed a snack room on the right, and entered an elevator. Thankfully, Isaac knew where they were going because Jake sure didn't. A childhood of running around the hospital taught Isaac the hospital's floor plan, and in the next instant, Jake found himself walking down a hallway that opened up into a waiting room with a wannabe-fancy café on the right. Isaac spoke to someone at the desk on the left and then motioned Jake behind swinging doors.

"You've got connections, all right," Jake commented with a smile, trying to ease the fierce expression of determination that had appeared on Isaac's face. "Not getting us lost, are you?"

Isaac offered a small smile. "I could show you more corridors than you'd ever believe were in this place." Based on the way Isaac managed to avoid any door that required personnel authentication, Jake didn't doubt it. "I've been in every room here, I think."

As they went through the hospital, Isaac's pace increased, and Jake had to put the longer length of his legs to good use. Finally, Isaac stopped in front of a door, which was partially closed. Without hesitating, Isaac pushed the door open and went in with Jake tagging behind him.

Sure enough, it was Hannah's room, and a young nurse was taking her blood pressure. Jake almost cringed at Hannah's appearance. She was sitting up and appeared swollen and battered. The upper right side of her bruised forehead and temple was adorned with a two-inch line of black stitches, and another wound was approximately two inches beyond that, as a little blood was still mangled in Hannah's strawberry blonde hair. Her hospital gown bulged at her right shoulder to make room for a bandage, and even though Jake couldn't see any evidence, he remembered that her knee was also hurt.

Isaac seemed more preoccupied with the fact that Hannah was in living, breathing form, however, and
a
bright smile lit up his face. "Han!" he exclaimed, moving toward her bed fast. His arms went out to hug her, but Hannah recoiled. Isaac made a face. "Oh come on, sis. One hug is not going to kill you. I've been worried about you!"

Hannah's big blue eyes went to the nurse, but she didn't say anything. Instead, Jake rolled his eyes and snapped, "God, Hannah, don't be such a bitch. Isaac's gone crazy because of you."

"You boys shouldn't be in here," the nurse said sternly, giving both Isaac and Jake an evil stare. She patted Hannah's hand gently as she stood. "Come now. Outside."

"What?" Isaac's tone was incredulous, and the nurse had to give his arm a little tug, but he protested all the way out the door. "Is it because visiting hours haven't technically started? This is bullcrap!"

"Seriously," Jake agreed, more than ready to support Isaac further. "Since when can a brother not see his sister?"

The nurse shook her head gravely; her eyes then widened and turned to Isaac again. "Brother?" He stared at her. "You're Dr. Ayers's son?"

Jake and Isaac exchanged a look, but they were both ushered by the nurse down the hall. A small corner room came into Jake's sight, and the nurse rapped lightly on the door. After
a
moment, both boys were admitted inside, where Patricia was sobbing next to Diane on a couch, while Benjamin stood near two sitting doctors.

"Jake!" Diane's voice was harsh, but Jake didn't flinch. He had always been vaguely aware that Isaac was unwanted at the hospital for a reason, but the rebel in Jake brought him anyway. "What are you doing here?"

Isaac must have caught the 'you're in trouble' tone because he spoke up instantaneously. "I made him bring me to see Hannah." Now he was frowning. "What's going on?"

The two sitting doctors looked bemused, and Benjamin proceeded to do more talking than Jake had ever heard from him at one time. "This is my son and…Diane's son." He didn't sound angry, just weary. "Boys, why don't you sit down?"

Why don't
you
sit down?
Jake felt like retorting; something about Benjamin always rubbed him the wrong way, but he followed Isaac's lead and sat on the other end of the couch. The two doctors rose instantly and moved toward the door.

Just before they left, one turned back and spoke. "I'm sure some time alone would be appreciated." He fidgeted with his white medical coat as the volume of Patricia's crying strengthened. "If you need anything, we'll be more than happy to help you." And with that, the door closed behind him.

"What's going on?" Isaac repeated.

Benjamin wrung his hands, but other than that, he showed no emotions. It must have been the doctor in him. "Hannah hit her head very hard. The impact was colossal." Benjamin grew more direct. "As a result, she is suffering from amnesia."

A loud whimper escaped from Patricia's lips, and Diane put an arm around her shoulders comfortingly. Diane was seemingly murmuring something soothing, and
a
moment later, Patricia turned quieter. Jake's ears thanked her. But then he froze, realizing what his ears had heard.

Isaac stared at his father. "What?" he asked softly, his brow furrowed. He looked at his mom, clearly preferring for her to explain to him. "What do you mean?"

Patricia pulled away gently from Diane and enclosed Isaac in the circle of her arms, stroking his hair in a careful fashion. "H-Hannah doesn't remember any-anything, honey," she said shakily. "Sh-she—"

"You're kidding me." Diane sent Jake a reproachful glance, and Jake realized that he'd spoken aloud. But after his discovery, Jake went on talking. "How can she not remember anything? She's going to soon, right?"

There was silence for a minute, but Benjamin uncharacteristically broke it. "We're not sure. Hannah will be examined more shortly, and then we may know more."

Apparently Patricia had collected herself, for her crying had most nearly stopped. "But this—it's probably temporary," Patricia said gently, meeting her son's eyes. "Sweetie, she'll be fine very soon."

The only way to describe the emotion on Isaac's face was 'stunned.' Isaac released himself from his mother's arms. Jake watched him closely, but he was still taken aback when Isaac's eyes met his. They looked at each other knowingly for a minute, and then Isaac fled the room.

Patricia got up to follow him, but Jake intervened. "It's okay. I'll get him." Tears sprung back into Patricia's eyes, and Jake felt obligated to hug her. "I hope Hannah gets better soon," Jake heard himself say. "Don't worry about Isaac."

Jake thought he glimpsed appreciation in his own mother's eyes, but he was in such a hurry to follow Isaac that he wasn't sure. Thankfully, Isaac was waiting for him a short distance away, and it was a very good thing due to the fact that Jake wasn't entirely certain about how to find the exit of the hospital alone.

When both of the guys were in the elevator, Isaac glanced at Jake and hit a button. His mouth opened, as if he was going to say something, but it abruptly snapped shut. Jake gave him
a
sympathetic smile. Isaac, in spite of this, was more interested in reaching Jake's car, and after switching elevators and walking down a few halls, his goal was reached.

"I don't get this," Isaac commented finally when Jake was driving his truck onto the interstate. "So what, does Hannah not know anything now? Can she tie her shoes and count by twos?"

Jake almost laughed, but he forced himself to shrug. "I don't know, dude. Is amnesia selective or what? Maybe she can't read anymore."

As a huge literature fan, Isaac looked horrified. "She never read that much to begin with, but…" He shook his head. "She won't be able to graduate now. And what about college? What about her precious piano? How is she—"

"Your mom said it'd be temporary," Jake interrupted carefully. He was driving faster than before since Isaac's mind was occupied. "Hannah could be herself again by this time next week, you know?"

That seemed to console Isaac
a
little, for he nodded. Silence again reigned for a few minutes before Isaac spoke again. "In my entire fifteen years of being alive, I've never been away from Hannah for more than a week. That's my lifetime, Jake. Now…Hannah can't remember that? She doesn't know who her own family is?"

Jake didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. He did, however, exit the interstate and take a trip through a McDonald's drive through. After receiving the food, he passed the bag to Isaac and continued the drive home. As Jake knew he would, Isaac tore into the bag and ate almost as much as Hannah herself would have.

"Thanks," Isaac mumbled with his mouth full. Jake gave him
a
half smile, and Isaac sighed. "You're not going to make me go to school, are you? Because I'll fight you first."

Laughing, Jake shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm going to insist that you sleep, actually, dude. You can't run yourself down."