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Waking Up.
It was like a dream from what I could remember. Everything just happened so fast I didn't even have time to react. The screeching sound of the tires. The jolting feeling of the car hitting the railing only to fall. All I could feel was the impact of the water smacking me in my face as the car sunk further below. Gasping for air, constantly wanting to breathe. Just needing to breathe. But I can't...because I'm already dead. So I thought but I was wrong.
A beeping sound could be heard through out the room. Indicating the young man with in the bed was still very much alive. Despite the comatose state he is currently in.
His Doctor was making his rounds on this late Friday morning as he stepped into his room. Checking the machine adjacent to his bed, the Doctor wrote down his vitals the same as he always did. Still no change. Taking a step back, the doctor examined the young man that laid in the bed before him. With a slow shake of the head, his sympathy for him spread across his face til he was interrupted.
"Dr. Banks?," a young blond nurse called to him. "You have a call on line one,"she said before ducking her head back out of the room.
"I'll be right there,"he said before she left the room. Glancing back at the young man, he took a step forward before he spoke. "It saddens me to see you like this. Out of all of my patients your the only one who I haven't had a conversation with. Granted you are in a coma so that's unlikely to happen,"he said with a chuckle only to clear his throat. "Ahem anyway you seem well rounded with so much potential and all of that is just gone. Seeing your family have to go through that I feel bad for em',"he said before the nurse came in again. His eyes shifted toward the door only to nod before walking in that direction. Stepping door the doorway, he looked back at the young man before leaving to take his call.
That last word rang through the young man's head louder than the beeping sound coming from the monitor. Em, the word repeated as his lids began to shift slightly open only to close again. The word began to grow louder as his lids once more shifted upward til it was half open. Now mouthing the word itself til his voice seeping through in a whisper. "Em?,"he said in a questionable tone before having his gaze shift around the room to view his surroundings.
His vision being a bit blurry at first having a few minutes before they adjusted to the light. He could tell by his surroundings that he was in a hospital, as of where baffled him. Starring intensely out of confusion, he kept looking around in sure panic. What the fuck happen to me? He thought as he felt the air tube coming from his nose and a larger one from his mouth. He gulped feeling the pressure of it pumping toward his lungs. The more he thought on it, his panic grew. Why am I here? The machine for his pulse began to beep rapidly as his heart was racing. He was ready to pull the IV out of his arm when the same Blonde nurse came through the door way.
"Oh My God!,"was all she said as she rushed to him holding his hands in place in order not to yank out the IV. "It's okay sir, you're in a hospital, please relax!,"she assured him as he tried to push her off. The light above his room now blinking since she pushed the button on his bed. Having other staff members rush to the room they never stepped foot in before. Upon walking in, they helped restrain the young man into his bed in order for him not to hurt himself.
His doctor coming out of the small room once finished with the call was approached by the same nurse this time out of breath. "His Awake."
Practically running like everyone else did, the doctor came into the door way and stopped fixing his white coat before walking inside. He spotted two male nurse holding his arms trying to calm him down while placing his almost yanked out IV. His doctor came up to the foot of the bed and instructed one of them that they could take the tubing out of his throat once his finish talking to him. They took the instruction and plan to proceed after the doctor left the room.
Once they were out of sight, Dr. Banks looked over to the young man and said,"Stan? Stanley Mitchell,"getting his attention. "I'm Doctor Alan Banks. Its nice to officially meet you,"while the sound of contentment raining through his voice. Holding his chart, he came around the foot of the bed to his side. "I have here your a..records the night of your accident."
I had an accident? He thought.
"Seems you ran off the road with your car and..,"he said drifting off not sure how to say it. He starred into the Stan's blue eyes that read distant and blank. It was as if there was no emotion there. "You've been in a coma ever since."
Coma? What kind of prank is this? He said in his mind as he shook his head in disapproval.
His reaction was common having the doctor look down as he spoke further,"You've been in one for 14 years. This is the year 2013, Stanley. Would you like me to call your next of kin?,"he asked having Stan's eyes show the devastation of the time he lost. Nodding his head in agreement, Stan was left alone in the room in order for the Doctor to make the call. The male nurses came back into the room to assist him with his breathing tubes.
Once his brother was called, the doctor stayed with him informing him of his condition with no response in return. It was until his brother stepped through the door not an hour and seven minutes later that Stanley finally spoke,"Matt?"he said confused as all hell to his once six year old brother now towering him as he stood next to the bed.
"Hey Stan,"he said raising his hand as the Doctor left to give them some time to talk.
"Matt, is that really you? I know that dude just told me I've been in a coma since 2002,"while in utter confusion only for his brothers brows to raise with a shake of his head.
He was in disbelief that his brother actually woken up. All those years of waiting and praying he finally did. "No, you've been in one since 1999,"while making sure he got the date right.
Stan nodded his head slowly as he looked away for a split second for his eyes when back to his,"You know I was never good at math. Look at you, all tall and shit, I'm surprised you ain't wearing your starters cap. You ain't never leave that house without it on..,"while smiling some what only for it to fade as he realized the position he was in. "I guess shit changed since I've been gone,"while looking down at his hands. "How's moms she's still pissed and shit? I know we didn't leave off on the right foot I kind of wanna tell her something,"while looking back up at his brother who opened his mouth to respond but no words came out.
Instead he pulled up a chair next to his brother and took his hand in his own,"how about we cross that bridge when we get to it,"while not answering his question. "For now, we could focus on your recovery from this. I spoke to your doctor over the phone and he gave me an assessment on exactly whats gonna happen. Surely things might change if your condition..,"he started only to look off to the side. A smile drew on his face once he made eye contact with his brother,"you'll be fine. I know you will,"while tapping the back of his hand. "Its good to see you big bro."
Stan cracked a cheesy smile in response still not catching on to the little things,"Its good to see you too,"he said only for his stomach to rumble. "Fuck I'm hungry. When can I get some real food,"while pointing to one of the IV's that gave him the processed one. "Not this shit, I hate hospitals with a passion man,"while resting his head back against the pillow.
Matthew nodded his head and said,"I'll go bring you some. Just get some rest and I'll be back,"while standing up again.
Stan gave a deadpan expression,"I've been asleep for like 40 years. Get some rest? Fuck out of here,"he waved his brother off with his hand only for a small smirk to form on his lips.
Matt stopped by the door way with a smile of his own only to wave before leaving the room.
A|N: Ayo, First things first. I wanna say Thank You to everyone who took the time out to read this. Its been a long time coming. I've been wanting to write this for a very long time and finally got around to making it. If you like what you read, please review. I can always use some feedback on my writing good or bad (as far as bad goes constructive criticism is what I meant.) I want to write my best and do my best to make this story come alive. I got more in store for Stan, this isn't just what people call a one shot so look out for more chapters coming ya'll way. Just to say this now so its no confusion when it does happen. I will try to be consistent but I'm not always gonna be quick with posting the chapters for varies reasons but rest assured if it takes too long I got things in between after every chapter as my treat to you for Stan's development. So watch out for that. Anyway, again thanks for reading and see you in the next chapter! called Going Home.