Fandom: The OC
Warnings: Secondary canon character death
Word Count: 558
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I'm making no money off of this.
A/N: Post-The Dearly Beloved (season 2 finale). Abandoned WIP.
The baby cried all the time, and Theresa often had dark circles around her eyes from running around taking care of him.
She sometimes wished she hadn't let Ryan go home, hadn't lied to him. But she knew it was the right thing to do. After all, he'd tried to do the right thing by her; shouldn't she do the same?
So running into him in Chino was... surprising, to say the least.
Theresa knew that she had no claim to Ryan anymore. She couldn't tell him and she couldn't hold onto him. So she did what she had to do. She could see in his eyes that what she'd said was what he'd needed to hear.
But if nothing else, she needed to know that everything was all right. Summoning up a deep breath, she dialed his cell phone.
It rang and rang, but there was no answer, and she didn't feel like leaving a message. So she called information and got the Cohens' number.
"Hello?" An out-of-breath Sandy.
"Hi, Mr. Cohen, this is Theresa. I'm calling to speak to Ryan. Is he there?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. When Mr. Cohen spoke, his voice was weary and she knew instinctively that whatever was going on there wasn't good. "I'm sorry, Theresa, but he's in the hospital. You can come if you want. I'll give you directions."
"What? Why?" Her head was spinning. In the hospital?
"It's a long story, but if you feel like coming down, I'll explain everything."
"I'll be there in an hour and a half," Theresa replied, making sure to get directions before she hung up.
Maybe her advice hadn't been the right thing, after all. Or maybe it had nothing to do with her.
Whatever it was, something was very wrong, and Theresa didn't like the sound of it.
"Mom?" She called out.
"Can you watch him this afternoon? Ryan's in the hospital and I need to go."
Her mother instantly understood. "Of course. Be back by ten."
"I will," Theresa promised, kissing her mom on the way out the door.
The drive seemed to take forever, as she couldn't get the nagging fears out of her head. What could have happened? And was he okay? Surely Mr. Cohen would have told her if it was anything truly serious, but you never knew.
She drove to Newport in record speed and got there half an hour before she'd told Mr. Cohen. Sprinting up to the hospital door, she ran inside, where a nurse pointed her in the right direction. Then she stopped short.
He was lying on the bed unconscious.
That was it. She had to know what happened. Right now.
"Hello? Anyone? Does anyone know what's going on here?" She couldn't stop an edge of panic from creeping into her voice.
Ryan's eyes fluttered open. "Theresa? What are you doing here?" he croaked. "What happened? Where am I?"
She closed her eyes and shook her head, unable to answer. She couldn't open her mouth without crying. Finally, she managed, "I don't know." The tears started flowing, full stream.
Ryan reached out and held her to him, which only made her cry more. "It's okay. It'll be okay." She still had no idea what had happened, but she believed him. She always did.