A/N: Ok I know I've been uploading like crazy recently but you should be happy about that! I just thought of this story around 5am this morning and now here is the first chapter! I think it'll turn out great (as long as I keep to a posting schedule :P haha) and I hope you do too!
Please R&R!
Cyn
Shattered Dreams and Broken Hearts
Chapter One
Rangers POV:
Before I opened my eyes I knew I was in the hospital. The sterile smell was a dead giveaway. Well that and the fact I have a tube shoved down my throat. What the hell happened? I analyzed myself, twitching what I could, feeling pain slash through my body everywhere. It felt like I got hit by a semi.
I opened my eyes. Definately a fucking hospital. Damn. Tank was to my right in a chair, resting his head in his hands. I wondered who was out guarding the door. The call button was by my left hand. My broken left hand. What dumbass thought that would be a good idea? Tanks asleep, I can't talk, and now I can't even get this fucking tube out of me. Great. Like this day couldn't get any worse. Not that I even remembered what happened. How I got in this mess was still hazy. I must have hit my head on something too.
I blinked. And my world went black. My last thought was about a curly brunette. Why wasn't she here?
Four hours later when I woke again Tank was standing at the door talking to some guys I couldn't see. I recognized Lester's voice but that was it. They spoke too low for me to catch anything important. Five minutes later I was going to tear this fucking tube out of my throat and beat them with it if someone didn't notice I was up.
Thank God a nurse came through only moments later. Her name tag read Elizabeth. She was short only 5' 1" at the most. A chestnut bob accentuated her face and bright green eyes. She was looking down at a chart and hadn't noticed I was awake yet. She checked my monitors and took some notes before she actually looked at me. She gasped at my intent gaze. "Mr. Manoso!"
Tank turned quickly and a wave of relief passed over him. "Rangeman." He grinned and walked over to the bed. "Good to have you back man."
"I'll go get a doctor," the nurse said and walked out of the room.
Lester's face appeared in door frame she just left. "Sleeping beauty awakens." I glared and he winked. "I'll go tell the guys," his face disappeared from view.
A guy I didn't know poked his face in and nodded in my direction before going back to what he was doing. Why the hell was he wearing a Rangeman shirt? Tank hired someone? How long was I out?
I glanced back at Tank and raised my eyebrow, one thing I can do without much pain. He opened his mouth but the doctor came in at that moment.
"Mr. Manoso it's good to see you awake." He was tall Caucasian man, around 6'3" and as lanky as I've ever seen anyone. Short black hair was slicked back with God only knows how much gel. First word that came to mind was dork. "I am Dr. Davis. I'm going to ask you a couple questions now. Blink once for yes two for no. Do you understand?"
I'm not a fucking kindergartener Doc.
I blinked once.
"Good. Are you in pain?" Two blinks. Ok so that was a lie but it was nothing I couldn't handle.
He gave me a look but didn't press the issue. Smart guy. "Do you know who you are?" One blink.
"Do you remember what happened to you?" Two blinks.
"That's not uncommon with head injuries with this kind of trauma. From what I understand an angry FTA of yours plowed into you with his truck throwing you in the air before you finally landed in the street where another car ran you over. Your left arm is broken in two places. Three left and two right ribs are broken and/or fractured. One rib perforated alung. Your spleen ruptured so we had to take it out. Also you sustained serious internal bleeding and are bruised all over. You are very lucky to be alive, Mr. Manoso." He looked at me like I should be thanking him. Get in line. "Besides a little pain are you feeling good? Nothing hurting more than you think it should?" Two blinks.
"Good. How about we get that tube out of you now then?" Finally. One blink.
A minute later I was coughing up the damn tube. It felt like it was taking my throat with it. Perfect.
After a final check over and clear instructions not to talk much for a while, the Doc went about his day.
I turned to Tank and asked, "Where is she?" Well I tried to. It sounded more like 'wes he'. He moved and got brought me the pitched of water. Greedily I sucked down a cup and the burning in my throat that went along with it and held my good hand out for more. After I was filled with water I tried speaking again. "Where is she?" My voice was low and raspy.
"Ram is driving her up now. She was a mess when she found out. The doc ordered her out if she couldn't calm herself. Eventually Bobby got her to go home and rest."
Babe . . .
"How bad?" I croaked.
Tank grimaced. "Not even you will be able to get moving by next week Rangeman."
Yeah. Maybe not.
I grinned suddenly, every muscle in my face straining to do so. "I'll have my own private nurse, won't be so bad."
Tanks laughter boomed throughout the room. "I'll remind you of that in a couple weeks when she won't let you come into work when you want to."
I ignored that. Mainly because I knew that was exactly what I was going to deal with. "What happened?" I hated having to ask but I need to know.
His face sobered instantly. "Doc was right. Jonathan Durette – JD – got out of prison last week and decided to pay you a little visit. You were on your way home when he spotted you and ran you over in his 4x4. A woman coming down the street wasn't able to stop in time and ran you over when you bounced off the truck. JD came after you with a gun but a PC cop was on the street and shot JD when he turned to fire at him. JD didn't make it."
Jesus what idiot parole board let that bastard out early? He was supposed to be locked up for at least 4 more years. "How long?"
"It's been 42 hours since you got out of surgery. Doctor said you weren't comatose but you weren't waking up either. Your vitals have been stable so unless you made a turn for the worst he thought you would wake up when you were ready."
Before I could ask anything else Nurse Elizabeth came back in with a filled syringe. Shit.
"I'm fine," I tried to raise my voice but it just sounded scruffier.
She shook her finger at me. "Now none of that Mr. Manoso. Your body has lots to recuperate from and although the Doctor is glad that you're awake and responsive you still need your rest. Be a good boy and stop complaining."
Tank was trying not to grin too wide. Fucking asshole.
Elizabeth tapped the top of the needle and squirted some out. An air bubble would be bad. I didn't live through this and forget just to die before remembering. She dispensed the clear liquid into my IV and only seconds later the world was becoming fuzzy.
Tank patted my shoulder lightly as I struggled to keep my eyes open. "Rest Rangeman. We'll be here watching out for you and when you wake up Serena will be here."
My world was turning black once again but before I succumbed to the darkness I asked, "who's Serena?"
I was out before I heard his answer.
A/N: Hmmm who is Serena?
