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The Lane That Wasnt
Jane's head was throbbing and everything hurt. She felt a cool sensation running through her veins which seemed to ease the pain. She started to hear the sounds of machines beeping all around her. She struggled to slowly open her eyes. The first person she saw was Quinn, who was looking down at her crying. The next thing she saw was the closed curtain separating her from whoever was on the other side of it. She hurt to much to move so she stared up at the ceiling.
"Mom! Dad! Jane's awake!"
Jane heard footsteps coming from the other side of the room. The next thing she knew, she was being wrapped in gentle embraces. What the hell happened? Then, she remembered the wreck. Visions of the passenger side of Trent's car getting hit and the car spinning around and crashing into the telephone pole played out in her mind. Oh, God! Daria and Trent! Where are Daria and Trent? Jane's blood pressure began to rise. There must be something really wrong with Daria and Trent for the Morgendorffers to be crying over me waking up. She closed her eyes and felt a strong but caring hand take hers.
"You need to calm down kiddo. We don't want you getting yourself all worked up." Jake smiled at her. The calmness in his voice told her things were bad.
"I'll try Mr. M," Jane whispered.
"You know I hate it when you call me that. Dad is a lot shorter and I like it more."
Dad? Okayyyy. "Sorry dad. Where are Trent and Daria?"
"Trent is down in the emergency room. He is being released. Daria's in the next bed. She's hurt more than you are sweetie." Helen sat down next to her while Jake and Quinn checked on Daria.
Why is Daria's mom calling me sweetie? I don't understand what is going on? I wonder how bad Daria is? I want to know what's wrong with Daria. "Mrs. M?"
"Call me mom."
I need to find out whatever it is this place is giving me for pain and have them stop. Jane cleared her throat, "Mom, is there anyway I could see Daria? Please?"
Before Helen could answer, a doctor walked in the door. He was a smile on his face as he approached Jane's bed. He looked down at his clipboard briefly.
"Hello Jane, I'm Doctor Phillips. I'm glad to see you're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been hit by a bus," Jane mumbled.
"Bus..no.. a drunk driver behind the wheel of a work truck.. yes. The cops left with him a few minutes ago. Trent will be up in about ten minutes. He's finishing up signing the release paperwork. Now, I want to go over with you some of your injuries. Your left shoulder was separated, we were able to put it back in place. You have whiplash and a mild concussion, three broke ribs and a very badly bruised knee. Most of the scratches on your face and hands should heal quickly. The stitches in your forearm where part of the window embedded itself in your arm will have to stay for a couple of weeks. You are probably going to be in here for about a week. Do you have any questions?"
"Can I see Daria?" Jane felt her voice crack.
"If it's okay with Helen," Dr. Phillips said as he turned to Helen.
Helen hesitantly nodded. Helen moved to the other side of Jane and took Jane's hand. The doctor pulled back the curtain. Jane turned just enough to see the other bed. She could feel the tears forming in her eyes as she stared at her roommate. Daria's neck was braced. Her right arm, leg and chest were in casts. There were cuts all over her face and neck and her head was heavily bandaged. A breathing tube had been secured to Daria's face. The only movement Jane saw was Daria's chest rise and fall when the oxygen hit it.
"Is..is she going to be okay?" Jane whispered.
"It's too early to say. We have her sedated right now. Her injuries are extensive. She is going to need physical therapy after they heal. She's got a long road ahead of her."
Jane watched her tears being carefully wiped away by Helen. Jane heard the sounds of footsteps slowly enter the room. Trent walked in with his arm in a sling and several stitches in his face and hand. He walked up to Jane and gave a weak smile.
"Hey, Janey. I'm glad you're awake. They have been keeping me posted downstairs."
Trent turned and saw Daria. The color instantly faded from his face. He quickly made his way to her. He stroked her left hand. He lowered his head. Quinn stood up and wrapped her arms around him.
"I knew he was going to take this hard. I didn't want him to come up here. He kept saying.. those are my sisters up there."
Sisters? What do you mean sisters? Jane was still confused. Doctor Phillips turned to Jane. "Now I'm going to give you a mild sedative so you can get some more sleep. I want you to behave yourself tonight Miss Morgendorffer. Don't worry.. you...," he pointed over to Daria " and Miss Lane Morgendorffer are in good hands."
Morgendorffer? What do you mean Morgendorrfer? Daria Lane Morgendorffer..I don't understand..I don't... Jane felt the blackness of sleep overtake her.