<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Li_Na_Wimbledon_2013.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Lia Tun (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193353.msg9398302#msg9398302)<br/><strong>Nationality</strong>: Zan'ani<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Intensive care, her mother's bed side<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Danielle Chandler<br/><br/>It had been a long flight. JAL over the North Pole to Tokyo from London Heathrow, and then Zan-Air across the East China Sea. At least in first class she'd been able to relax and doze for much of the journey, unlike on her first ever flight down to Australia, paid for by her parents, in cattle class. JAL prided themselves on their service and Lia had no complaints. The antiquated Zan Air Lockheed Tristar had been a different matter. First class there had been a matter of having a curtain pulled across the plane a few rows from the front and an hostess asking her every few minutes if she needed anything...<br/><br/>What she needed was to know how her mother was doing. The rising tennis star had just won her second round match at the Aegon International women's championship (http://www.lta.org.uk/fans-major-events/LTA-summer-grass-court-events/AEGON-International/) at Eastbourne in the United Kingdom, 6-2 4-6 6-1, when an aid had come out and given her the terrible news. Her parents had been involved in a car crash some six hours ago. Her father had a broken arm, some nasty bruising and a bad case of guilt. Her mother ....<br/><br/>Lia sighed and looked at the woman lying unconscious in the bed. The constant bleeping was beginning to irritate her, but she knew it meant her mother was alive. Critical but stable. That was the expression they used. She hated it, because it meant nothing. Her mother's condition would be stable if she was dead, too. In fact, the most unstable condition to be in was to be in top form and the peak of physical fitness, like Lia herself was. Anything could knock her off that pinnacle, she knew. Far better to be healthy and unstable than critical but stable.<br/><br/>She held her mother's hand. It looked so pale and frail under the harsh lights of the hospital, the plastic tag wrapped around the wrist making it look so much thinner than it really was. The wires and tubes made Lia angry. She knew there were all there for a reason, and she knew that her mother was in the best possible hands, but she wanted to hug her, to tell her it was okay. Her dad was comfortable, in the men's general ward, having had his arm fixed. They were keeping him in for observation for another night, and discharging him in the morning.<br/><br/>She sighed. The sigh turned into a yawn. It had been a long flight and it was eleven at night, She been driven straight from the airport to the hospital, had called in briefly on her father and then rushed to her mother's side. And now she sat in a chair that was not the most comfortable in the world, wondering if in any way this was her fault? Of course it wasn't. It couldn't be. It was the fault of the truck company that hadn't maintained the fish truck properly, resulting in it's brakes failing on the downhill run into the city, and it failing to stop at a red light.<br/><br/>She yawned again and tried to get more comfortable. Lia only realised she had fallen asleep when she woke up with a start as the door to the ICU room opened and a pretty nurse came in.