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    Missing.6

     

     

    You could start by staying dead and getting your fucking hand off of Carmen. The Nightline guy just looks away…..he is trying to tell me something.

     

     

    “Look Havoc…I am sorry I tried to choke you I guess the drugs are just making me edgy….”

     

     

    “…I just wanted peace between us….you are my best friend your family has done so much for me…and we need to stop this fighting….I mean I am getting married….and it woould suck if you couldn’t be there…..’

     

     

    “I’ll try….who’s the lucky girl…” I ask half walking away.

     

     

    “You are looking at her….” Carmen says.

     

     

     

    Its official not only did I die. Not only did I fucking die in Germany….left Carmen all alone…I have gone to hell on top of it.

     

     

    The Nightline guy he looks very amused.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Ch 13

     

     

     

    The doctors they won’t let me see Shane at first. They won’t entertain the thought that I love Shane with every fiber of my being. They don’t think about the fact that I am the only family that Shane has. They don’t comprehend that Shane is all that I have in the world. Shane and me and our baby….our baby who waits patiently as a baby…. a toddler can wait.

     

     

    At first the doctors don’t hear any of this.

     

     

    It starts to dawn on them that choices needed to be made. Monies needed to be paid and since I was the only one yelling for the American in their version of a I.C.U…maybe they should let me just hold Shane’s hand while she recovers. The doctors don’t want to use the word coma….they don’t want to say that she has not come out of her anesthesia ….they don’t want to for a moment think that they did anything wrong when they cut her open and missed an opportunity to suture her wounds the right way so she didn’t loose so much blood….

     

     

    No they don’t want to hear any of it.

     

     

    So now they let me visit when I want to. She can’t be moved. She can’t really be helped. Her neurological paths are normal. It’s what they say when I ask for an interpreter to repeat it to me.

     

     

    I can’t even believe this. Shane never gets into accidents. I had to watch it 100 times to be sure that nothing was done on purpose….but there it was clear as day. It was almost like Shane didn’t see the other racers. She crashed right into them…..pieces of debris flew everywhere…bikes flew….land…scrape….god there was so much blood.

     

     

    The doctors don’t know when. They think she will wake up….eventually. They say she had some trauma in her skull…..some swelling….something about a scratch on her helmet…after that I had to take a walk. I call Florida. I tell Endy Chavez that Shane is in the hospital and if he could watch Marco a little while longer. I tell Marco that Shane is coming home. He seemed happy to hear it. 

     

     

    I hope that I didn’t just lie to my son.

     

     

    It’s only been three days. Not much to worry about it really. I was in a coma for 6 months….I had Shane beat…..

     

     

     

    “….you hear that baby…I got you beat….think you can just lie there for six months…..don’t think so….you’d go nuts…..right?”

     

     

    No response but the beep…..beep of Shane’s heart rate.

     

     

    This feels worse than anything I have ever felt to this point in my short rebirth. I thought Shane and I were making headway. And now this. This is my fault. I can’t even think. I just sit and watch and wait and wonder is Shane is having nice dreams.

     

     

     

    I kiss Shane’s hand. I try to be calm. I don’t eat. I haven’t in slept days……. I can’t face the thought that Shane will never wake up. I just can’t.

     

     

     

     

    TBC……..

     

     

     

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    Comments

    1. Aaww I hope you feel better soon NDF. Damn, this is a crazy twist. Straight out of Shane’s nightmares. Good grief. I hope she doesn’t stay comatose for too long cuz having Shane lose her memory too would be well…I don’t even want to think it :p PPS…and feel better ;)

    2. Where’s that summary line from? Anywho, awesome update. Shane’s dream kind of creeped me out. And Carmen calling Havoc “Billy,” yeah, I think that creeped me out more than her kissing him. I would have been worried that it was a reality, had it not been for the “Nightline” guy. Oh, and sorry you’re feeling under the weather. Just take a couple vitamin C pills and have two or three shots of your drink of choice, then have a nice, looong good night’s sleep, uninterrupted. Works like a charm when I can’t afford to get sick (a girl’s gotta pay the bills and go to school on top of that, right?). Get well, and, again, awesome update.

    3. I love the twist in this story with Carmen being the one waiting for Shane to wake up. I am glad this is just one fucked up dream and not the real story! Hope you feel better!

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