“Well, there was no internal bleeding.” A collective sigh of relief was released. “But, most of the bones in the right side of her body, but not to the point of being unable to heal, thankfully. She’s just having a CT scan and an MRI now to check for damage to the internal organs.”
Jack glanced at their father, who hadn’t moved since Beth and Robert had entered.
“Will she be okay?” Jack asked quietly.
“As long as there’s no damage to her brain, I don’t see why not.”
“Told you so,” Robert whispered to her.
“Once we’ve finished with her scans, we’ll be moving her into a private room in the ICU, just so we can get her the care she needs quickly if she deteriorates at any point.”
“Thank you,” Jack breathed.
The doctor nodded and stepped out again, the door swinging slowly shut.
“I think I should probably wash my hair,” Beth murmured to no one in particular.
“We passed some showers on the way,” Robert replied, sitting forward.
“When?” she asked, her eyebrows scrunching up.
Robert smiled and raised an eyebrow. “When you were practically passed out.”
“You want a shower then?”
When she nodded, he stood up. She mumbled something to Jack, who nodded, but she had no idea what words had spilled from her throat. She followed Robert out of the room and down a couple corridors, before they reached a row of bathrooms. He led her down to the furthest one and shut the door, locking it.
Beth glanced around the room. There was a large stack of towels of varying sizes, a laundry basket that said Towels only on it, a shower, a bath, a sink and a toilet. Robert turned the shower on, letting the water run so it was warm.
Beth peeled her top off, and the loose trousers Robert had dressed her in. She took her shoes and socks off, dropping them on the floor.
“The water’s warm now,” he said.
She nodded and undressed completely before stepping under the shower. Robert sat down on the closed toilet seat after folding her clothes.
“It’s not your fault, you know?” he said to her, and Beth knew he was talking about her mother.
As his words drifted into her ears, she realised that she’d been pushing away her feelings of guilt, locking them up in a box to stop them from hurting her.
“How did you know?”
“Because Angelina felt like that her whole life.”
Beth nodded, remembering that Robert’s mother had died giving birth to Angelina.
“I don’t want you feeling like that, especially when it wasn’t your fault. If anybody’s, it’s your father’s; he wasn’t looking as he pulled out.”
“What?” she asked.
He just shrugged. “I couldn’t help hearing, seeing as it’s all he’s thinking about.”
“She always said that one day he was going to have an accident, the way he drives,” Beth whispered.
“Don’t, Beth. Don’t talk about her as if she’s dead because she’s not.”