Watcher

He felt a cold sweat wash over him as his stomach twisted in a knott as he stared blankly at the tv. It had been over an hour since they got there, and they heard nothing more about his half-sister. Who was his dad's daughter from a previous marriage. The only one out of the two that Jean actually loved at all.

His Father had told him that he found her hung in her bedroom. Possibly with cuts that were self-inflicted. Or that's what his dad told him had happened to her all those hours ago. He had been too...too everything to even really listen. Jean twisted a piece of kleenix that he got from the front desk. Not sure of what else he should be doing. His mind raced as he tried to think of anything. And all he could do is pick up a random piece of paper. Along with a pen. Soon he began writing a poem for his half-sister. It was a habit he had loved for years. Writing always helped him vent out bad or uneasy emotions in ways talking never really could. Or anything else if he were being honest. In the back of his mind, he had this feeling that she wouldn't make it. That something bad was going to happen. His mother was in the room with her holding her hand. A hand was on his shoulder, and he said,"Dad, please, I'm not hungry right now. Please don't make me eat."

"Jean, please you really need to eat something. Please do it for your mother's sake at the very least.",his father urged in a quiet voice. At first, he was surprised that his dad cared. But then angry. His father barely did much for him these past few months. In an annoyed tone, Jean snapped,"Fine! Whatever! Just get me a big mac or something from McDonald's! I don't give a shit..."

He heard his father sigh and say,"Alright, if that's what you want."

Jean didn't bother turning his head to look at his father. Even when he left him alone in the waiting room Trying to ignore the guilty feeling, he had over snapped the way he did. Even if Jean was justified or felt that he was. It still made him feel guilty over what he had said. Instead he tried to think of his half-sister. How she was doing in that hospital bed. Trying to will something that he desperately wanted most. That his half-sister would wake up very anemic and tired.

Or maybe Abigail would be possibly in a coma for months before waking up. Then she would tell them some fantastic tale about seeing heaven or whatever comatose patients usually saw. Or...or she might die, and he would have to live the rest of his life without her. And that he wasn't quite ready to picture just yet. Neither would their brother. It was...it was a future that he didn't want for any of them.

"Excuse me, Jean?",a soft voice asked from behind him. It startled him into jumping a little in his seat. When he turned and saw a young woman no taller than him with curly nearly white, blonde hair that puffed around her face. She was wearing a jean jacket with a white tank top and capris. Very odd for winter. Though he was surprised that she was there. Or that she knew his name at all.The woman sighed,"I-I know this is a very bad time and this will be tough to hear but your sister-"

"She isn't going to make it is she?",he questioned. There was this cold spike in the pit of his stomach. The idea that she would die had haunted his thoughts. But the idea that she would really die hadn't fully sunk in. And it made him realize she knew that Abigail wasn't going to make it. Sitting in a chair near him, she answered,"I'm sorry, she won't. I know this is hard to hear from a stranger. But I'm...I'm here to help you on your vampire hunting. Being the teacher you need."

"Like Giles was for Buffy?"

"Well, yeah. Except I'm not British or in my 40's.",she joked dryly. It was an awkward joke, but he laughed a little. This wasn't the best joke, but it was better than awkward silence. She smiled at him sadly as she seemd to be picking her words. Softly, she informed,"I'm here to help you find more of those blood suckers. Along with...along with helping your family deal with what is going to happen."

Jean's eyes darted over to the hallway leading to his half-sister's room. Thinking about the last time he had spoken to her. At least five hours ago at school. It was hard to believe he would never speak to her again. Softly, he croaked,"When? When are we going to lose her?"

"Three hours from now, that's what I was informed...they said she...her body is going to have a fever that will leave her brain dead.",she answered. Her tone conveyed the amount of empathy and pain she was feeling. She clearly didn't want to tell him this. But felt that she had to. It was really something that he hadn't wanted to hear and had to. Yet he had a gut feeling it would happen. Pressing his hands over his eyes, he started crying. Tears leaked out onto his fingers, and his shoulders trembled as a few sobs escaped his lips. His heart felt like it was being torn in two as he couldn't stop crying. Pressing his face into her shirt, he groaned,"Oh God, no!"

"I'm so sorry, Jean.",she stated. Rubbing his back gently as she allowed him to cry on her. Feeling terrible for the amount of pain she had put him through. But she had to tell him. Prepare him for what was going to happen next. Softly, she added,"But I'm here for you and I will be for as long as you'll need me."