AN: I just wanted to say thanks so much for reading. I've been asked to make the chapters longer so I tried.
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Awake
Nate's POV
We left the house for the airport 40 minutes later. Shane hadn't come home but no one had expected him too. That's one thing you learn about Shane, never hope because you are only going to be disappointed. I learned that a long time ago.
He wasn't always such a jerk, okay maybe a little bit, but nothing like he is now. Now it's like I don't even know him. Everyday it seems he slips further and further away from what he used to be, and I know one day it will be impossible to get the old Shane back.
Finally after a 3 hour flight we landed in Dallas. We retrieved our luggage and had it sent to our hotel. Then we piled in a taxi and headed to the hospital. As soon as we arrived Mom went to the front desk while the rest of us went and sat in the waiting room. The room had a dreary feeling not a place anyone would want to sit.
How many people have sat in this room waiting for news of their loved ones? How many of them found out their friends or families were dead? I shivered.
A few minutes later Mom came over to us.
"They're sending a doctor to talk to us and bring the papers to sign and so on." As soon as she sat down a young man appeared in the doorway wearing a white coat and the air of a doctor.
"Mrs. Grey?" he asked.
"Yes that's me" Mom responded.
"May I have a word with you about Michelle?"
"Yes of course" they walked over by the vending machines and immediately were immersed in conversation.
I couldn't stand not knowing what was going on and looking over at Dad and Jason I knew they felt the same way. As I turned my attention back to Mom the vending machines caught my eye. I devised a plan and went forth to put it in action.
"I'm gonna get me a snack. Who knows how long we're gonna be sitting here." I pulled a dollar out of my pocket.
"Wait" Dad said.
Dang it he's on to me. I thought. "Yeah Dad?"
"Get me a Coke" he handed me a dollar.
"Right" I took the dollar relaxing on the inside.
What are you up to? Jason's expression read but I started towards the machines before he could interrogate me.
When I got to the machines I stopped to listen. I was barely able to hear what they were saying.
"How's she doing? Can we see her? Is she going to be okay?" Mom shot off one question after another without waiting for a response.
"Slow down. She suffered from a severely broken ankle, several broken ribs, slight head trauma, and there was a gash in her side that required quite a few stitches but she's recovering." The doctor reported.
"Can we see her?"
"Well she's asleep right now. When we arrived at the scene she was hysterical and had to be sedated, but you are more than welcome to wait in her room."
"Okay" Mom replied.
"Well there's one more thing. You see when a patient has undergone such a traumatic experience such as that as Michelle has, we suggest you take it slow and keep an eye out for signs of unnormal behavior; suicidal thoughts, depression, among other things so that they can be treated before any harm occurs. If anything happens you can contact us and we'll help. Now if you'll come with me we'll get those papers out of the way."
They started heading my way and not wanting to be caught I quickly got the drinks and went back to my seat.
"So what'd they say?" Dad asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked innocently, well as innocently as a guilty man can.
"You know what I mean. I'm not mad now what did they say?"
I quickly told them what I'd heard then Mom came back.
"They said we can sit in her room and be there for her when she wakes up." We all went into the room.
She wasn't connected to tubes but there were wires connected to her measuring her heart beat and breathing rate. A cast covered her ankle and bruises covered her legs but other than that you couldn't tell anything was wrong. Her dark brown hair covered her closed eyes. The only sound in the room was the beeping of the monitor next to the bed and the light whisper of her breathing.
We all took a seat around the room and waited. After an hour Jason and I had started playing cards to pass the time and endure the boredom that is waiting in a hospital room.
The rustle of a cover and the stirring of a pillow alarmed us to her waking. Mom was the first one by her side. "Oh Mitchie! I'm so glad you're awake!" she said hugging her.
Mitchie opened her eyes wide and looked around the room.
"Mom, don't suffocate her" Jason joked. Mom let go. Dad had gone to get a doctor and they walked in.
"Hello Michelle. I'm Doctor Richards. How do you feel?" he pulled out a flashlight and looked into her eyes.
"I'm fine" Mitchie responded.
"Good to hear. Good to hear." He checked all her vital signs. "Well Mitchie it seems like everything's okay so I'm going to get you checked out so you can get out of here. Now you need to stay off that ankle as much as possible and don't stretch your abdomen because you don't want to pull your stitches out. You need to be careful about shifting because it can cause you pain in your ribs. Just lay low for a few weeks, not too hard since its summer, and you can start walking more on your ankle in about 2 weeks. Go to a doctor in 3 weeks to get your stitches removed and then in 8 weeks for your cast to be removed. At that time they'll decide if you need physical therapy and go from there. You did hit your head pretty hard so if you start to feel nauseous, dizzy, have vision trouble or anything else go to your doctor and get that checked. Now I'm going to go get you checked out so you can get out of here. Sound good?" Mitchie nodded and he left and came back a few minutes later and told us we could leave. We waited outside so Mitchie could change back into her regular clothes. She came out a few minutes later.
"Sorry it took so long. It was hard to get my jeans over this cast."
"Oh it's no problem. We're in no hurry."
Later that night crying woke me up. The sound of sobbing and crying out was heart wrenching and chilled me to the bone. I got up and walked over to the adjoining room where Mitchie was sleeping. Mom was sitting beside her rubbing her back but when Mitchie turned over I saw that she was asleep. I locked eyes with Mom, hers emitting concern and frustration. My heart ached for the sleeping girl, but there was nothing more I could do for her and Mom told me to go back to sleep.
It didn't happen every night but when she started having her nightmare nothing could stop it or wake her up from it. The only time she would wake up was in the morning when her dream had finished. Every time she woke up from one of these trying nights she had no recollection of her dream. Soon Mom, Dad, Jason, and I had an arrangement set up for who checked on her every night, if we found that she was crying one of us would stay with her the whole night. It was an unspoken promise that we weren't going to tell Shane. He wouldn't care anyway and he would probably just use it to make her life more difficult than it needed to be.
We had a service for Mitchie's family and made arrangements for all of their belongings. Finally at the end of the week we went home.
AN: Okay end of chapter 3!!!! How'd you like it? Review please!!!! If I made any mistakes tell me please!!!!