[A/N: I have no idea where I got the idea to this story. it won't be entirely realistic, because...well, I don't know. Sigh.
Disclaimer: I'm a girl.]
Chapter One: Beep
Beep.
It's the fist thing she hears. An electronic, steady, noise. Then snoring. She recognizes that snore. Wayne? Is Wayne here, where ever she is?
Beep.
Grace tried to open her eyes. Why won't they open? Is she dreaming? Where is she?
Beep.
It turns into a lullaby, the snoring, the beeping. It lulls her back to sleep.
Beep.
Nightmares. Always nightmres.
Xxxx
She climbs in the passenger seat, watching the other grim-faced woman beside her. Grace doesn't know what they are doing, but she thinks her dream self Does. The dream shifts.
They're speeding down a neighborhood road, chasing something. She thinks. A car. A red car. Grace remembers now, she remembers. Stop! she wants to scream. It's a trap! But her dream self is silent.
And then, the collision.
Xxxx
Beep.
She wakes up for real this time. Her eyes flutter open, and she gazes around, feeling an odd, serene calm. The beeping is still there, though. Still there. She watches Wayne sleep. Grace tries to speak, to wake him, but somthing is stopping her. She tries to reach up to her throat, but her hands feel heavy, sluggish. All she can do is sit, listening.
Beep.
And watching. Grace can watch. She gazes around the room, understanding where she is now. But why? Why is she in a hospital? Her heart is pounding in her ears, the same tempo of the machine.
Beep-thump. Beep-thump.
The snoring is suddenly cut off, and Grace tries to jerk her gaze back to Rigsby. But her head won't move, only her eyes. She can only watch him through the corners.
Beep-thump.
"Grace?" Wayne's voice is raspy, in a rough whisper.
I'm here. Grace wants to tell him. I'm okay.
[A/N: Thanks for reading! Sorry it was short, future chapters will be longer.
Excerpt from the next chapter: "If you don't tell me now, I swear I'll ask Brenda Shettrick."]