A/N: The saga continues.... LOL
The Long Journey Home
By 18lzytwner
Chapter 1
A few days after the incident
The whole town had come out to say good-bye to the Mayor's niece. The pink haired girl had touched everyone and she would be remembered fondly. Milford had asked Sportacus to deliver the eulogy however half way through his heart-felt speech, everyone was crying including the above average hero. Robbie offered to finish it for him and he delivered it the best he could.
Now as the sun began to set, Milford stood alone as the funeral services men filled in the six-foot hole containing an empty casket. The task was soon finished and the men were unsure if they should leave the Mayor alone out in the cemetery as dark was only moments away. They were grateful that Sportacus arrived and the two scooted before they intruded on a private moment between the two men who loved Stephanie the most.
"Come on Mayor." The above average hero said.
"I can't leave." Milford sighed.
"Stephanie wouldn't want us to dwell on what happened you know that. There is a town that needs its Mayor." Sportacus pointed out.
"What if I don't want to be Mayor anymore? What if nothing I do from here on out means anything? All those I held dear are gone. Why should I care?" Milford wanted to know. The blue elf had no answer for him only a sigh and a hand placed on his shoulder. Mr. Meanswell heaved a sigh of his own and turned from the hero and the fresh grave at his feet. Sportacus watched him go before kneeling down at the side of the grave. Fresh tears streaked down his cheeks as he made a promise.
"I'll keep an eye on him Stephanie. We'll see each other again, I know it." He kissed the tombstone and lifted himself from the ground. Brushing the dirt from his knees, Sportacus headed back into LazyTown. There was work that still needed to be done and he couldn't let Stephanie's death stop what he had come to start. She would be ashamed of him if he did.
Meanwhile, in a hospital hundreds of miles away, doctors puzzled over the only surviving victim of the explosion. They couldn't believe anyone had managed to survive considering the fact that the crater measured almost half a mile wide. The police had wanted to know when the patient woke up but so far, no such luck.
The brain activity suggested that the patient should be awake but still they remained in a coma-like state. It was all very confusing and soon the doctors were discussing their options. They were afraid to take the patient off the breathing machine due to the fact that a couple ribs had punctured the lungs, one of which had almost collapsed. Other than that, no other injuries existed and they puzzled as to why the rib cage had taken all the beating.
While they discussed, one of the nurses, who had taken a shine to the patient, tried to help out in anyway she could. She would read to the patient on her lunch break, play classical music, or even bring presents over to liven the room up a bit. The truth was the nurse felt badly. No one had come forward when the news spread of the incident and no one claimed to know the patient. With no identification, the doctors hadn't given the patient a name. Now, as she played some Beethoven on the radio, she hoped the patient would wake up.
There was a gargled sound, like if someone was trying to talk with a tube down their throat, and the nurse looked at her ward. Brown eyes stared at her and she quickly hit the call button, which alerted other nurses to the situation. They rushed into the room and carefully removed the tube from the patient's throat.
"Where am I?" The patient croaked out before being given some water.
"St. Peter's Hospital. Do you remember anything?" One of the nurses asked.
"Remember what?" The patient was confused.
"Let's start with your name." Another nurse suggested. Silence followed and the patient thought about it before replying,
"I don't know."
To Be Continued…