CLIPS OF DOGGETT

CLIPS OF DOGGETT

Aubrey Pauley

The thought of losing Monica is just too much to bear. Dana, she came into the hospital and sat beside me. I went through the night before. She had one beer, I had brought it for her, I had a few so I rung her up to give me a lift. The beer was a thank you. Some thanks huh? Dana said to me as she rubbed my shoulder in comfort.

A different scenario went through my mind… What if I had kissed her? Would she have come inside and nothing like this would have happened? It was a damn nightmare. Why can't I just show my feelings to her? She's everything I ever wanted but instead we're stuck in this damn never ending dance around each other.

A shine of hope beams into the room in the form of some sort of nurse-hand called Aubrey. She ain't all there that's for sure. But she gave me a message that could only come from Monica. Somehow, Aubrey talked to Monica and now passed a message to me. There was hope!

But life was short… They're going to shut off her life support. They, including Dana want to kill her. I beg with Aubrey to talk to Monica, to tell her that they're going to kill her. She needs to fight, she needs to come back to me. I knew my voice was cracking but I didn't care. I lowered my head because I was going to burst. I don't want to lose Monica. I love her… But I just don't know what else to do. It's up to her now and there's nothing else I can do except hope.

I waited in Monica's room. I was willing to fight them off if that's what it took. They can't take her away from me. Dana and I argued intently until the miracle happened. Monica came to and even Dana was amazed at it. She told me that Aubrey was in danger. Without questioning, I went to her room down the basement area where I met with Doctor Jack and shoved his face against the wall as I took a syringe away from him. Laying on the floor in the room was Aubrey, another fallen victim to this damn doctor. Damn it. But maybe she will be better now, knowing that she had helped. It was all her, the model and the communication.

I take Monica home, she's still unsteady with herself. No drinks this time, but there's still so much left unsaid. Why can't we just admit our feelings and end this damn game?