blessed_twice | Room 226, Wednesday Afternoon (Reply)

Wyatt was in his room, trying to concentrate on doing his homework. Instead, he kept thinking about Isabel and how she teased him in Lawyering Up that morning. Right now she was shopping for his birthday present, and he was dying to know what it was.

	The last thing in the world Isabel had wanted to do was go to the hospital. She would have preferred to limp to her car and call Wyatt to come heal her. Unfortunately there were too many witnesses to the accident, including a mall security guard that kept mumbling about liability. Given the fact that she'd blacked out from the impact, even if it was only for a minute or two, the blood that was streaming from the gash on her head, and the fact that she couldn't move with wincing from sore ribs, the guard had insisted on calling an ambulance despite her protests. It was only after the initial evaluation, which included blood being drawn, something that had Isabel on the verge of panic, that she had a chance to pull out her cell phone and call Wyatt. "Pick up," she whispered to herself as the phone rang.
	Wyatt saw Isabel's name appear on his phone and flipped it open with a grin. "Hey, gorgeous," he said. "You back?"
	She wasn't panicking, honestly. Ignore the fact that her voice was shaking. "Not so gorgeous at the moment," Isabel replied. "I need your help."
	Wyatt sat up straight. "What's wrong?" he said. "Are you okay? Where are you?"
	Focusing on answering Wyatt's questions helped her calm down. A tiny bit. "I got hit by a car in the mall parking lot. I will be. The hospital in Alexandria," she replied. "They took blood."
	"Give me two minutes and I'll be there," Wyatt said. The significance of the blood escaped him for a moment.
	"No! You can't!" Isabel said immediately. "Not like that. You can't do anything that would make them suspicious." After a quick look around to make sure no one was listening, she started to explain what she needed him to do, oddly grateful that they'd already gone through something similar with Max back in Roswell. "They took blood samples Wyatt. Our blood is different. As soon as they look at it under a microscope, they're going to know something's weird. And then I'm never going to get out of here."
	"They can't keep you there, I won't let them," Wyatt said. "They can't stop me from getting you out. I'll get Chris and Peter -- I'll even get Uncle Cole if I have to. I'll bring an army to that place." For some boys, violence was always the first answer.
	And then she'd have lots of company in the White Room. Isabel facepalmed despite the fact that it made her head throb that much more. "Let's try subtle before we go for all out war okay?" she asked. "You need to find Meg, or Lana, or Annette. A normal," meaning perfectly human, "girl. Take them to the clinic and explain what's going on to who's ever on duty. You're going to need to get blood drawn from whoever you track down and then get it over here to substitute for the blood they took from me."
	"Okay, I can do that," Wyatt said, though he might've been slightly disappointed that he didn't get to charge in on a white steed. "How long do you think you've got before someone realizes something's not right?"
	"I don't know. It's pretty busy here," Isabel replied as a nurse bustled by and glared meaningfully at her cell phone. She nodded in understanding and hurried to finish the call. "I'm banged up, but I think they just did the basic stuff." At least that what she hoped, based on years of watching Emergency Room. "So I'm probably towards the back of the line. Just hurry. Please?"
	"I will," Wyatt promised, already mentally pulling up room numbers where he could find a suitable candidate. "Soon as I find someone and get some blood, I'm there. Call me if anything happens, okay?"
	Isabel had already marked all the possible exits. The first sign of something happening, she was running, pain or not. "I will I promise. I'd better go before they take my phone."
	"I'll be there as quick as I can," Wyatt said. No way was he letting anyone alien-nap his girlfriend.
	"I'll be waiting." The nurse glared once more and started to head over. "Gotta go. Hurry!" "I'm scared," she admitted quietly after she hung up the phone.