It was not December 8th and Patrick was still in his coma. The man that attacked the hospital turned out to be Red John and he was put on death row.
"Miss Lisbon?" Nurse Jill asked. Teresa was pacing between Patrick and Jill's doors. Jill had suffered a stab wound to the chest but it missed all vital organs.
"Nurse Jill, you are awake? How do you feel?"
"Sick as a dog. How is Patrick?"
"Still in a coma. I'm losing hope. He's gone through hell and I think it's time I help time I help him let go. I don't want to have to assist in his suffering anymore."
"Hey, he is fighting to see you again, I can feel it. Don't give up on him, especially during the season of joy."
"How can it be the season of joy? I hate Christmas because of my mom's car wreck, my dad committed suicide and now I'm losing the love of my life."
"Don't hate the holiday. Don't hate God for taking them. Love God for giving you the chance to know them. Thank God for the gift of life and for and gift of death. Thank God for giving you the chance to love Patrick."
"Thanks Jill. I'll forever thank God for giving me the chance to know you."
"That's the sweetest…"
"You are the nicest person, other than Patrick, that I've ever met."
"Well thanks."
"No, thank you."
After talking to Nurse Jill, Teresa decided that she should start her Christmas shopping. She didn't usually get anyone anything.
She walked into a mall and looked for a book store. She went to the historical fiction section and found a book on the Civil War. Then she went to a sports store and bought Wayne a football. She found a sweatshirt and got VanPelt put on the back.
The last place she went was the suit store that she knew Patrick went to a lot. She knew that he was a frequent customer so they would know him.
