A/N*** As it is unknown if people in comas can dream for the sake of storytelling Tori can.
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Okay so here is chapter 2 White Rabbit
Tori opened her eyes. She was standing in a hallway that was filled with a deep fog. She called out, "Hello? What's going on?" A gust of wind whistled down the corridor, thinning the fog to the point where Tori could see that it was the main hall in Hollywood Arts. It seemed like the more the fog cleared, the more recognizable it became. Ghostly movement around her became faces she knew. The boy that always smiled at her in science, the girl who always seemed to be running somewhere. She watched a trio of guys play hacky sack while singing…something. Tori squinted at them, her slow wander cut short. Those were not words, she didn't think. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw someone named…Barf…? No, that wasn't right. He was always eating peppers, she recalled. What was his name?
A pretty redhead girl pushed past her. "I know her!" Tori squeaked. "That is…wait, what is her name?" Tori dashed after her, hoping to grab her arm, beg her for help. But as she ran, her feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. "Wait! HELP!" Tori cried. Her words sounded like shush whoosh, the sound of bat wings in the night. Another person who was infuriatingly familiar rammed into her shoulder first, which caused Tori to fall to her hands and knees. The dark skinned boy barely acknowledged her with a glance as he turned down a corner in the hallway. Tori screamed.
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Holly and David Vega came back into Tori's hospital room. Trina had gone home to change and work on some homework. They saw that Tori was sleeping, and sat together in the uncomfortable chairs the hospital provided for guests. Holly closed her eyes and leaned against David's shoulder. Both parents were exhausted. David had not slept in nearly two days, because he had just gotten off a twelve hour patrol shift less than an hour before the call had come from the hospital. Holly had been getting ready for bed when David, half in and half out of his police uniform, had crashed into their bedroom, screaming about a car wreck.
They had spent a sleepless night in the emergency room, and then a cold hospital room, watching their youngest child fight for her life. The relief that had washed over them both when she had woken up this morning had been palpable. Sitting in the hospital's cafeteria, they had nearly fallen asleep over their bland food. And now, they drifted into and out of consciousness. Almost two hours passed as they snoozed.
Holly's eyes finally creaked open, and she fuzzily glanced over at Tori. Blood gushed down her face, pouring out of her nose, caking her lips and neck with a rusty crust and spread a horrifying delta along her hospital gown and bed sheets. She leapt up, screaming for a nurse, knocking David sprawling from the chair.
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Tori's scream choked off as she heard an echoing noise. It sounded somewhat like a scream that you heard from a roller coaster while standing in the theme park's parking lot. She struggled up from her hands and knees, looking around. It was dark, and a heavy rain poured down around her. She knew she should feel wet, but instead seemed to move between the rain drops, bone dry. Cars went droning past, spraying water every which way. Her feet moved of their own accord, dragging her away from the freeway. She saw a twisted guard rail, and past that a muddy hill. Sitting at the bottom was a mangled car. Tori's breath caught in her throat as she recognized her car. The windshield was shattered, and a spray of glass shards caught the light from passing headlights and glittered like spilled diamonds. The front of the car was almost a foot shorter, the engine lying in pieces all around. Tori's hood was nowhere to be seen. She walked down the hill, her bare feet squelching in the mud. Suddenly, she felt an icy chill, and the rain started hitting her, instantly soaking through her clothes. She crossed her arms across her chest, teeth chattering. She ducked into her car, which she saw was sinking into the mud. The rain morphed into hail, and a sharp blow to her elbow sent an agonizing pulse down her arm. Now out of the worst of the rain, Tori took a moment to look around her car. The interior was as badly destroyed as the exterior. The dash board was split down the middle as the transmission had been rammed through into the passenger compartment. Both seats were stained a deep red, and she could smell the coppery tang of blood. She shivered and looked at the steering wheel, which had snapped at the ten and two positions, as though whoever had been driving had locked up in the last moments before the wreck and had shattered the wheel.
Tori heard a squelching tread, and looked out. A beautiful girl stood there, holding a pair of scissors in her hand. "Jade?" Tori asked, even though her voice still sounded muffled and strange. She climbed out of the car through the hole where the windshield was, and realized that if Jade had not come along, she would have been buried alive. Her car had sunk into the mud up to the level of her engine compartment. She leapt free, and Jade grabbed Tori's arm with her free hand, not dropping the scissors. "Thank you Jade!" cried Tori, and she threw her arms around her friend.
Jade said nothing, but pushed Tori back to arm's length. While Tori watched, Jade raised her scissors, and SNIP! A burning pain flared up from Tori's shoulder as the blades gouged her skin. Her shirt, flimsy and thin, now cut apart, fell away from her body, leaving her topless before Jade. Jade's skin seemed extra pale as she leaned over and licked the oozing wound in Tori's shoulder. It felt good, but also so wrong. Tori stepped back further, and Jade looked up, her lips an even deeper red than usual. She smiled at Tori, and revealed vampire fangs. Tori cried out and fell backward. Tori fell for far longer than it should have taken to hit the ground.
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David stood behind the line, looking through the window. Tori was lying on the slab, going head first into an MRI. Holly had latched onto the chaplain, and was in her office now, trying to calm down. David glanced over at Robbie. "I wanted to thank you for giving blood for Tori. That nosebleed was incredible. The doc said she could have bled to death if we hadn't woke up."
Robbie made a don't worry about it gesture. "Hey, she gave me three pints so I could have surgery last year. I hardly think that a pint and a half from me is anywhere close to what I owe her. Do the doctors know what's wrong?"
David shook his head. "Nothing yet. The surprising amount of blood, and her general non responsiveness makes them think she might have a blood clot or something like that. That's why she's in there." The MRI began thrumming, and Robbie clapped his hand on David's shoulder.
"I hear these things can take like an hour. I'm going to go check on Cat. I'll be back to her room to see how you guys are doing when this is done, Mr. Vega, ok?" At David's nod, Robbie walked out of the room, a grim look on his face totally at odds with the dopey look that David was used to seeing when Robbie was around. David sat in a hard plastic chair and waited.
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Tori finally landed on her couch in her living room. She got up and went to the fridge. Shoving aside leftover microwave turkey, she grabbed a bowl of mashed potatoes and returned to the couch. She turned on the TV, and was surprised when the screen started pulsing with random lights. A deep throbbing sound came out of the speaker. The light pulse was making the whole room look strange and distorted, and the sound was giving her a headache. Snatching the remote, she flipped off the TV, but the light and sounds kept coming. Weird tracers like black worms, began dancing about the edge of her vision, and Tori quickly felt nauseous. Leaving her bowl of mashed potatoes in the air about a foot above the coffee table, she stumbled up the stairs to her room, where she collapsed into her bed, yanked her pillow over her face, and drifted deeper into the blackness.
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Trina opened the door to Jade's room slowly. She stood looking at the broken girl in the bed. Trina walked over quietly to Jade and placed her hand on the bed rail. "Tori is in a coma," she told the other girl. As she looked in Jade's now wide blue eyes, Trina laid her head down onto Jade's legs and cried. Jade reached down, placing her hand in to the older Vega girl's hair, pulling gently as she too began to cry, soft sobs could be heard from inside the small hospital room.
