"Hi, are you the friends of Abigail Maitland?" He asked.
"Yes." Connor answered before anyone else could.
"Well, I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?"
"The good." Connor's voice cracked.
"Abigail..." The doctor started.
"Abby." Becker told him and the doctor nodded.
"Abby is stable. She has a good heartbeat and her blood pressure is regular."
"But..." Matt prompted the man.
"But, there is a very strong possibility that in the next 48 hours will become brain dead. We will monitor her closely, but you might want to make your decision now."
"What decision?" Emily questioned.
"If you're going to take her off of life support or not, if she does become brain dead."
"Can I see her?" Connor asked. The doctor nodded.
"Go to the end of this hall, her room is the last one on the right." Connor jumped up and quickly made his way to Abby's room. He slowly opened the door and saw his fiancee, wrapped in gauze and with a cast around one arm. She had tubes and wires coming from her arms, face, and chest. One tube was pumping air into her lungs and a steady beeping noise told Connor that her heart was beeping. Another screen had what looked like squiggly line on it, a brain activity monitor.
Connor took a seat in the over sized chair next to the bed. Becker, Emily, and Matt filed in soon after. The talked a bit, but left before sun down. Connor sat with tears in his eyes, looking at his beloved until he passed out around dawn. His dreams, or nightmares, consisted of Abby going brain dead and him having to kill her.
He jumped awake and looked at the clock and it read noon. Abby hadn't moved a millimeter.
Connor stood and stretched before sitting down again. That day Lester, Jess, Becker, Emily, Matt, and Jenny all payed a visit at separate times. Each one of them urged Connor to go home ,but he didn't move an inch. Soon he was alone again and he sat looking at Abby again. Three different nurses told him to go home for his health in mind, but he again stayed put.
When Connor fell asleep his nightmares consisted of the same as the night before. He jolted awake again as a busty nurse walked in and checked her vitals and looked at her brain monitor.
She caught sight of Connor and sighed.
"Mr. Temple, your fiancee her. Well, she..."
Don't be mad! This was honestly intended to be a one-shot. But like four people told me to continue it on this, then about seven at my school who I read this to. I will tell you if Abby lives or dies, after six reviews. they can be by the same person. I honestly don't care. Really! I just like reviews...
