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29th April 1992 / Sayreville New Jersey
JON'S POV:
"You ready to go back to the hospital?" Glenn asked as he set my plate of food on the table.
"Thank you," I muttered, looking at the breakfast. "Uh..yeah, I suppose. Hopefully they'll let us see her again, like yesterday."
"I'm sure they will," Glenn smiled. "And Faye can come home with you tonight, finally."
"Yeah," I sighed, shovelling a piece of fried egg into my mouth. "I just wish both my girls could come home with me."
Glenn looked on sadly. "Maybe they will. You never know."
Sadly, I smiled. "Maybe."
It was bright and early in the morning. I'd slept much better last night, but still not brilliantly. Now I just needed to get dressed, brush my teeth, and we could be off to the hospital already.
Admittedly, having Faye home through all of this could only make me feel better. But it still hurt, the thought of me and Faye safe and cozy at home while Haylee lay in a hospital bed. It wasn't right.
I picked up the photo from from the bedside table. Me and Haylee at the wedding party. God she looked stunning, but mostly she looked happy, that beamish smile lighting up the entire photo. I pressed a kiss to the glass, and set it back down with a weary sigh.
"Ready to go?" I asked Glenn, putting my jacket on.
"Yep, ready when you are. Separate cars?"
We'd been going in separate cars in case there was a miracle, and Haylee woke up able to come home with us. I wasn't quite ready to let go of that hope just yet.
"Yeah. Just in case."
Another long drive to Perth Amboy. Today I finally plucked up the courage to put some music on; stop myself wallowing in my own grief.
Well, that was until I myself came on the radio, right after Springsteen.
I recognized that intro from the first note. I'll Be There For You. I turned it right off.
Although I may not have originally written that song for Haylee...it was a song that I sang to her often. It was our song, if you will. When I sang it to millions in the crowds...it was her that I thought of. It was her face that came to my mind when I sang those lyrics. Her arms that I imagined encasing me while I listened to Richie play the guitar solo.
And while I'd written her a number of songs, even some that weren't finished; I'll Be There For You would always hold a special place in my heart. I wasn't sure I could listen to it at this time.
The hotel parking lot was quieter today than the past couple of days. I supposed that was a good thing. Standing at the bottom of that building made me feel so small. Thousands of rooms...some twenty floors upwards. Each room with its own story, its own purpose. Haylee was in one of them. Room 327.
