A/N- Here it is! The sequel to Words of Love! 'Why on earth did she do a
sequel?' the Reader asks. Because I love Mark! That's seriously the only
reason. And I wanted to give Mark and Nina a chance.
Praise for If I Could Heal Your Wounds:
"That's good! I like that better than the first one!" Pink Velvet, to whom this story is dedicated.
"You wrote that? Are you kidding? How could a dork like you write something that mushy?" Janet, my sister at heart.
"Scott did WHAT?" Emma, who doesn't know how to review.
"I did too read it! Alright, ask me a question then. Mark? He was... her friend? Okay, so I didn't read it..." My mother. Need I say more?
No one else has read it. Okay, sorry, I had to do that. On with the story!
IF I COULD HEAL YOUR WOUNDS
Slowly, Mark leaned down and kissed Nina's forehead.
This seemed to break the trance, and everyone began to move at once. Amanda located her cell phone and dialed 911, ignoring the rain splashing on the keypad. John helped Mark carry Nina's limp body to the wet curb. Only Scott did not move.
As the sound of sirens began to approach, John suddenly shouted, "I think she's just unconscious! I think she's breathing."
The look in Mark's eyes as he said this was indescribable.
The ambulance arrived, and two men lifted Nina into the back. "We got room to bring somebody," the taller of the medics announced. "Who wants a ride?"
Someone shoved Mark forward, and he was instructed to climb into the vehicle.
"Will you have enough understudies and swings to cover three main characters?" he asked.
"Trust me, buddy," Ryan said, "you'd suck if you tried to go onstage tonight anyway, what with her in the hospital."
"Tell it like it is," John sighed. "You go, Mark. We'll be fine."
Relieved, Mark climbed into the back of the ambulance with Nina and the medics.
"Figured it'd be you coming," the taller man said as he shoved a needle into a vein on Nina's hand."
Mark winced. "Why?"
"You're the one all covered in blood, aren't you?"
Mark looked down at himself. His white shirt and khaki pants were stained red.
Something began to beep. "I've got a pulse!" shouted the short medic. "This girl might have a chance!"
"What happened? She get hit by a car?"
Mark nodded wordlessly. Nina would be okay! He hadn't lost her. And she loved him... Nina loved him. Everything was turning out alright.
Within ten minutes, the ambulance had arrived at the hospital and Nina had been set up in a room. Mark seated himself in a chair next to the bed.
A few hours later, the entire cast crowded into the little white room.
"How was the show?" Mark asked.
Everyone looked embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
"We were awful!" Amanda finally admitted.
"Awful?"
"Nobody could concentrate on the show," John explained. "I think I sounded like... Gary Morris."
"You did," Rob assured him.
"Well, thanks! You sounded like Tracy Shane!"
Rob frowned and scratched the rash on his jawbone. "She played Cosette, not Javert."
John rolled his eyes. "That's my point."
"I think I'm quite the Philip Quast," Rob said indignantly.
"Not today, you weren't."
"How's Nina?" Scott interrupted.
Mark studied the young man before him. Dark circles had formed under Scott's eyes. He seemed... haunted...
"Ah yes! The star of the show!" Ryan cried.
"Scott made everyone cry during his big solo," Amanda sighed.
Sam grinned. "The only one who did well."
"Nina's going to be alright. She has a broken leg, some broken ribs, cuts, bruises... but she'll be herself in a few months, doctors say."
"We thought she was..." Ryan began. He stopped abruptly and did not finish the sentence.
Amanda broke the silence. "When will she be awake?"
A voice from the back of the crowd answered. "Not until tomorrow, and visiting hours are over. Clear out, all of you."
The actors all turned to see a cross doctor standing in the hallway.
"Let this boy stay," John requested, pointing to Mark.
"Is he family?" asked the doctor.
John looked quickly at the others. "Her brother."
"That true?"
Everyone nodded enthusiastically.
"You don't look alike."
"He was adopted!" Josh shouted.
A few of the cast suppressed groans. Adopted?
But the doctor did not order them all out, as they had feared. He looked from Mark to his bloody clothes to Nina to the faces of the cast. "I get it. Sure, he can stay."
Everyone filed out of the room but John. "Found these in the dressing room." He handed Mark a plastic bag with clean clothes.
"Thanks."
"We were worried about you kids," John said gravely.
"You mean Nina."
"I mean both of you," he said as he walked out.
Mark changed in the adjoining bathroom as the doctors checked over Nina again. He folded his bloodstained clothes and put them in the bag, which he laid on a chair by the window.
"She's a tough kid," the doctor announced. "Soon as her leg heals you won't even know she was here."
He left, and Mark returned to Nina's side. He watched her for a while, making sure she was breathing. Her hand lay atop the white sheets, and Mark took it in his.
Praise for If I Could Heal Your Wounds:
"That's good! I like that better than the first one!" Pink Velvet, to whom this story is dedicated.
"You wrote that? Are you kidding? How could a dork like you write something that mushy?" Janet, my sister at heart.
"Scott did WHAT?" Emma, who doesn't know how to review.
"I did too read it! Alright, ask me a question then. Mark? He was... her friend? Okay, so I didn't read it..." My mother. Need I say more?
No one else has read it. Okay, sorry, I had to do that. On with the story!
IF I COULD HEAL YOUR WOUNDS
Slowly, Mark leaned down and kissed Nina's forehead.
This seemed to break the trance, and everyone began to move at once. Amanda located her cell phone and dialed 911, ignoring the rain splashing on the keypad. John helped Mark carry Nina's limp body to the wet curb. Only Scott did not move.
As the sound of sirens began to approach, John suddenly shouted, "I think she's just unconscious! I think she's breathing."
The look in Mark's eyes as he said this was indescribable.
The ambulance arrived, and two men lifted Nina into the back. "We got room to bring somebody," the taller of the medics announced. "Who wants a ride?"
Someone shoved Mark forward, and he was instructed to climb into the vehicle.
"Will you have enough understudies and swings to cover three main characters?" he asked.
"Trust me, buddy," Ryan said, "you'd suck if you tried to go onstage tonight anyway, what with her in the hospital."
"Tell it like it is," John sighed. "You go, Mark. We'll be fine."
Relieved, Mark climbed into the back of the ambulance with Nina and the medics.
"Figured it'd be you coming," the taller man said as he shoved a needle into a vein on Nina's hand."
Mark winced. "Why?"
"You're the one all covered in blood, aren't you?"
Mark looked down at himself. His white shirt and khaki pants were stained red.
Something began to beep. "I've got a pulse!" shouted the short medic. "This girl might have a chance!"
"What happened? She get hit by a car?"
Mark nodded wordlessly. Nina would be okay! He hadn't lost her. And she loved him... Nina loved him. Everything was turning out alright.
Within ten minutes, the ambulance had arrived at the hospital and Nina had been set up in a room. Mark seated himself in a chair next to the bed.
A few hours later, the entire cast crowded into the little white room.
"How was the show?" Mark asked.
Everyone looked embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
"We were awful!" Amanda finally admitted.
"Awful?"
"Nobody could concentrate on the show," John explained. "I think I sounded like... Gary Morris."
"You did," Rob assured him.
"Well, thanks! You sounded like Tracy Shane!"
Rob frowned and scratched the rash on his jawbone. "She played Cosette, not Javert."
John rolled his eyes. "That's my point."
"I think I'm quite the Philip Quast," Rob said indignantly.
"Not today, you weren't."
"How's Nina?" Scott interrupted.
Mark studied the young man before him. Dark circles had formed under Scott's eyes. He seemed... haunted...
"Ah yes! The star of the show!" Ryan cried.
"Scott made everyone cry during his big solo," Amanda sighed.
Sam grinned. "The only one who did well."
"Nina's going to be alright. She has a broken leg, some broken ribs, cuts, bruises... but she'll be herself in a few months, doctors say."
"We thought she was..." Ryan began. He stopped abruptly and did not finish the sentence.
Amanda broke the silence. "When will she be awake?"
A voice from the back of the crowd answered. "Not until tomorrow, and visiting hours are over. Clear out, all of you."
The actors all turned to see a cross doctor standing in the hallway.
"Let this boy stay," John requested, pointing to Mark.
"Is he family?" asked the doctor.
John looked quickly at the others. "Her brother."
"That true?"
Everyone nodded enthusiastically.
"You don't look alike."
"He was adopted!" Josh shouted.
A few of the cast suppressed groans. Adopted?
But the doctor did not order them all out, as they had feared. He looked from Mark to his bloody clothes to Nina to the faces of the cast. "I get it. Sure, he can stay."
Everyone filed out of the room but John. "Found these in the dressing room." He handed Mark a plastic bag with clean clothes.
"Thanks."
"We were worried about you kids," John said gravely.
"You mean Nina."
"I mean both of you," he said as he walked out.
Mark changed in the adjoining bathroom as the doctors checked over Nina again. He folded his bloodstained clothes and put them in the bag, which he laid on a chair by the window.
"She's a tough kid," the doctor announced. "Soon as her leg heals you won't even know she was here."
He left, and Mark returned to Nina's side. He watched her for a while, making sure she was breathing. Her hand lay atop the white sheets, and Mark took it in his.