Sweetp4u
Mischief Maker
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"Her vital's are normal but she is waking up Doctor."
"Are you certain? She looks the same, hasn't moved?"
"I am certain I heard her say something and I seen her move."
"Any one to contact to let them know?"
"No, I am afraid not."
"Oh. Yes I recall her now, been awhile."
I could feel cool hands touching my brow, taking my pulse, but I could not seem to pry my eyes open nor speak. Odd, what was wrong with me? How did I get where I am now? And sure there was Mike to contact incase of an emergency.
"Mrs. Reins has been here for awhile, but there is no next of kin for her."
"Don't worry about that Lisa until we know for sure if she is waking up.. The odds of her waking up after this long is minimal if not zilch."
I heard that! I coughed and tried to open my eyes, the lids fluttered but I could not focus on anything. Why? dear god was I blind?! Panic was welling up inside me as I tried to lift my hand and rub my nose, but there was no movement in my hands, my nose still itched!?
"My god!?" The nurse Lisa uttered, "See!" Her voice estatic sounding.
"Nurse, get the lights please. Mrs. Reins? Can you hear me?"
I groaned, trying to speak and trying to nod, but nothing came out of my mouth and my head did not move.
"Take it easy Mrs. Reins.. Calm down and relax.. You've been in a coma for five years.."
A coma? Why? What had happened? It was only this morning that I loaded up the car to head to the beach with Mike and my kids?
"Waaaaa..." I tried to say what, but I couldn't seem to form the words.
"Is she paralized?"
"No, this is just a reaction to being in bed for so long. She had only a head injury and this coma against her. It will take her some time to recover completely."
"Yes, I remember this now, sorry. I am just so excited she is waking up!"
Lisa wasn't a real nurse in a true sense but merely a 'candy striper' slash nurses aid, but she longed to be one and had hoped some day..
My eyes slowly came open as the light dimmed.
"Where am I?" My heart hammered in my breast, "Wh.. Where is.. my family.."I could barely speak and already I was feeling drained.
"All in due time Mrs. Reins. Right now we need you to relax for the most part...and welcome back." he squoze my hand in a friendly manner and left, instructing the aid to see to my comfort and take off all the monitors but the heart and temperature monitor.
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I stood over the graves of my husband and three small children. My heart still not accepting what had happened to me and to them. I spent months recovering, nearly a full year, always thinking I could do this. They would want me to go on, I had a purpose for living. But why they were taken and I was spared? I did not know. And I felt it was unfair and punishment of some kind for some wrong I did and didn't remember.
"Leigha?" I turned to the voice of my old college room mate.
"Yes?" I felt dazed, still floored by the accident reports, the articles on all that was done for my family and for me as well. It floored me so many helped, so many were there, just waiting and preying I would awaken. It did happen, after five long years and alot of charity drives to keep me on life support and in a care unit.
"We should be going." she spoke softly, it was dark now and begining to rain lightly. I felt nothing. Not the cold of the rain nor the ache from standing here as long as I had. I had cried and cried for months. Wondering why, dealing with the 'why' and realizing there was no why to it. It was Destiny.... destiny always had a weird hand to deal, and boy did it deal me a bad one.
Thirty five years old. I did not feel it, my last birthday was a week before the accident. I had just turned thirty years old. Mike was making jokes about approaching that hill fists held high.. Mike. lord how I missed him! I knelt down and placed a rose over each child's tombstone. Taking all my strength and will power not to cry and break down again.
Cynthia was waiting, I had to go. She had been sitting here with me for hours now and she had her own family to return to. Mike's parents had paid for the remainder owed on the house since his life insurance and all the other insurances covered everything including the bulk of our belongings. I had yet to return to the house, it had been left untouched since that fateful day. Twice a week Cynthia had cleaned it and left. Nothing moved, could I go back there?
I turned and walked quietly to the car, climbing inside, I felt her reassuring hand on my own. Glancing up I seen her watery smile and sorrow in her eyes. For them it was over and dealt with. For me it was if it happened last night. The final resting place, and I was not in those loving arms where I longed to be.
Perhaps I had a purpose for being here? I could only imagine what that could possibly be?
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For two weeks now I had begun to dream strange things, things that did not make sense to me. Things that kept waking me up as if I was watching some sci fi movie meets horror story. The house on the hill, the name of the town calling to me. Why did I feel so compelled to go there?
I turned over in the hotel bed and stared at the bolted down alarm clock. I should be home, dealing with things, and I still could not. I argued today with Cynthia, but could not cow down to her demands and go home. I needed more time, I needed..... Something.
A name kept whispering in my ear, not my husbands name, not my two boys or daughter. No one I knew, but it kept echoing in there. A song kept playing, a bar smoke filled and a man hunched over in pain. Where was this? When was this? Why did I hear french in my sleep and feel loss greater than my own? I felt I had lost more than just my family, I had lost my soul.
Only time would tell, and I did intend to seek answers. I was going tomorrow to Colorado to this small town. Something there might clue me in as to why I wanted to be there, what was there for me? What had I lost?
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The hands of destiny are often sweeter than the finest wine and sometimes destiny collides with our own desires. Causing mischief and trouble, sorrow and pain. Sometimes destiny's hand is cruel in that moment of clarity, something we don't want, don't wish for, but have to take or be damned to suffer for it. Call it fate, call it de ja vue.. I call it destiny.
"Are you certain? She looks the same, hasn't moved?"
"I am certain I heard her say something and I seen her move."
"Any one to contact to let them know?"
"No, I am afraid not."
"Oh. Yes I recall her now, been awhile."
I could feel cool hands touching my brow, taking my pulse, but I could not seem to pry my eyes open nor speak. Odd, what was wrong with me? How did I get where I am now? And sure there was Mike to contact incase of an emergency.
"Mrs. Reins has been here for awhile, but there is no next of kin for her."
"Don't worry about that Lisa until we know for sure if she is waking up.. The odds of her waking up after this long is minimal if not zilch."
I heard that! I coughed and tried to open my eyes, the lids fluttered but I could not focus on anything. Why? dear god was I blind?! Panic was welling up inside me as I tried to lift my hand and rub my nose, but there was no movement in my hands, my nose still itched!?
"My god!?" The nurse Lisa uttered, "See!" Her voice estatic sounding.
"Nurse, get the lights please. Mrs. Reins? Can you hear me?"
I groaned, trying to speak and trying to nod, but nothing came out of my mouth and my head did not move.
"Take it easy Mrs. Reins.. Calm down and relax.. You've been in a coma for five years.."
A coma? Why? What had happened? It was only this morning that I loaded up the car to head to the beach with Mike and my kids?
"Waaaaa..." I tried to say what, but I couldn't seem to form the words.
"Is she paralized?"
"No, this is just a reaction to being in bed for so long. She had only a head injury and this coma against her. It will take her some time to recover completely."
"Yes, I remember this now, sorry. I am just so excited she is waking up!"
Lisa wasn't a real nurse in a true sense but merely a 'candy striper' slash nurses aid, but she longed to be one and had hoped some day..
My eyes slowly came open as the light dimmed.
"Where am I?" My heart hammered in my breast, "Wh.. Where is.. my family.."I could barely speak and already I was feeling drained.
"All in due time Mrs. Reins. Right now we need you to relax for the most part...and welcome back." he squoze my hand in a friendly manner and left, instructing the aid to see to my comfort and take off all the monitors but the heart and temperature monitor.
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I stood over the graves of my husband and three small children. My heart still not accepting what had happened to me and to them. I spent months recovering, nearly a full year, always thinking I could do this. They would want me to go on, I had a purpose for living. But why they were taken and I was spared? I did not know. And I felt it was unfair and punishment of some kind for some wrong I did and didn't remember.
"Leigha?" I turned to the voice of my old college room mate.
"Yes?" I felt dazed, still floored by the accident reports, the articles on all that was done for my family and for me as well. It floored me so many helped, so many were there, just waiting and preying I would awaken. It did happen, after five long years and alot of charity drives to keep me on life support and in a care unit.
"We should be going." she spoke softly, it was dark now and begining to rain lightly. I felt nothing. Not the cold of the rain nor the ache from standing here as long as I had. I had cried and cried for months. Wondering why, dealing with the 'why' and realizing there was no why to it. It was Destiny.... destiny always had a weird hand to deal, and boy did it deal me a bad one.
Thirty five years old. I did not feel it, my last birthday was a week before the accident. I had just turned thirty years old. Mike was making jokes about approaching that hill fists held high.. Mike. lord how I missed him! I knelt down and placed a rose over each child's tombstone. Taking all my strength and will power not to cry and break down again.
Cynthia was waiting, I had to go. She had been sitting here with me for hours now and she had her own family to return to. Mike's parents had paid for the remainder owed on the house since his life insurance and all the other insurances covered everything including the bulk of our belongings. I had yet to return to the house, it had been left untouched since that fateful day. Twice a week Cynthia had cleaned it and left. Nothing moved, could I go back there?
I turned and walked quietly to the car, climbing inside, I felt her reassuring hand on my own. Glancing up I seen her watery smile and sorrow in her eyes. For them it was over and dealt with. For me it was if it happened last night. The final resting place, and I was not in those loving arms where I longed to be.
Perhaps I had a purpose for being here? I could only imagine what that could possibly be?
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For two weeks now I had begun to dream strange things, things that did not make sense to me. Things that kept waking me up as if I was watching some sci fi movie meets horror story. The house on the hill, the name of the town calling to me. Why did I feel so compelled to go there?
I turned over in the hotel bed and stared at the bolted down alarm clock. I should be home, dealing with things, and I still could not. I argued today with Cynthia, but could not cow down to her demands and go home. I needed more time, I needed..... Something.
A name kept whispering in my ear, not my husbands name, not my two boys or daughter. No one I knew, but it kept echoing in there. A song kept playing, a bar smoke filled and a man hunched over in pain. Where was this? When was this? Why did I hear french in my sleep and feel loss greater than my own? I felt I had lost more than just my family, I had lost my soul.
Only time would tell, and I did intend to seek answers. I was going tomorrow to Colorado to this small town. Something there might clue me in as to why I wanted to be there, what was there for me? What had I lost?
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The hands of destiny are often sweeter than the finest wine and sometimes destiny collides with our own desires. Causing mischief and trouble, sorrow and pain. Sometimes destiny's hand is cruel in that moment of clarity, something we don't want, don't wish for, but have to take or be damned to suffer for it. Call it fate, call it de ja vue.. I call it destiny.