Sonny searched the halls looking for Michael. He knew he shouldn't have let him walk out. Michael was upset, and had every right to be, unfortunately when he was upset he did stupid things, 'doesn't that sound familiar,' Sonny thought. He finally found Michael talking with Lucky in the PT gym. He looked calmer; Sonny wondered if he'd been made aware of the update yet.
"Hi dad," Michael greeted him. "Is surgery done?"
Sonny nodded. "Yes, the clot has been removed, and she's been transferred to recovery."
"That's great!" Michael exclaimed. "When can we see her?"
"Michael, the doctor's aren't sure that she will recover."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that we go home and get some rest, and then check in the morning when more tests can be done."
Michaels' heart sank. The doctor's weren't sure if she was going to wake up, and all he could do was wait. "Dad, can I stay with you tonight?"
"Absolutely."
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Jason sat next to Carly grasping her hand as if he was holding on to her life. She lay on the bed perfectly still; her arm prodded with needles and hooked up to machines making several low pitched beeping noises. She had a tube under her nose feeding oxygen into her air passages. Her head was wrapped with gauze. Yet, she looked beautiful. Her make-up was cleared away but her skin was flawless. He hoped that she couldn't feel this; he didn't want to imagine the pain she could be going through, it had to feel like she was run over by a bus. He thought about talking to her, but figured she needed her rest. Instead he kept the firm grip on her hand and let himself drift asleep on the chair next to her.
He found himself at Jake's, the bar was completely empty. One of the pool tables was already set up. Jason stood at the far end of the table and took the cue stick aiming it toward the arrowhead on the other end. The balls scattered and the number four rolled into the corner pocket.
'That would make you solids." He heard someone say. He let Carly creep up behind him and place her hands over his eyes. "Guess who?"
Jason spun around and held her close.
"Your turn." She said, directing his attention to the table, and handed him a cold draft.
Jason obliged. Putting the bottle on the table behind him and focused on the game. He sunk a few more before missing a shot.
Carly gave a devilish grin as she stepped in front of him to make the shot. She leaned over and carefully aimed the stick behind the cue ball. Jason stood behind admiring the view. She tapped the number nine which collided with the twelve sending the first into the side pocket and second into the corner. She celebrated with a sip of beer. She set herself up for the next shot, this time making it to the other end of the table she bent over in her v-neck halter. She noticed Jason smiling back at her before landing the number fifteen ball. She walked back to where he was standing and brushed her arm against his chest to push him back. As she went to hit the cue ball Jason slapped her ass causing her to jump and the white ball roll into the pocket directly ahead. She turned back, Jason gave her a half smile and shoulder shrug, then took a gulp of beverage.
"Oh, you're on now." Carly said and then lifted the bottle to her mouth.
Jason took a shot landing both number six and seven. Left for the solids was the blue number two and the eight ball. Unfortunately the number two sat directly behind the stripped red ball. He aimed hoping to knock the eleven out of the way. The eleven slid across the table, his ball rolled into the corner, twirled, and jumped out.
Carly sat on the edge of the table to make the next shot sending numbers ten and fourteen into their respective corners. Jason nodded in approval and took a drink. The cue ball was located directly in front of the eleven ball which she was able to tap in, leaving only number thirteen left. She made she that she positioned herself far enough away from Jason that he couldn't mess with the shot. She glanced over to make sure he was holding his distance. Jason took off his black leather jacket revealing the figure forming t-shirt underneath. Carly starred at the outline of the male muscular system. She hit the cue ball sending it forward, bouncing off the other wall, and rolling back to its starting position.
Jason walked over grabbed Carly by the hips and scooted her backwards taking her place. He bent over to line up the cue stick and send the number two ball into the side pocket. As he adjusted positions to line up the eight ball Carly stepped up next to him. She placed her palm on the inside of his thigh and slowly slid her hand upwards, causing Jason to knock the cue ball off the table. He took a shot from her bottle and let Carly have the table.
She lined up the shot hitting the lucky thirteen into the right corner pocket on the far end of the table and turned her attention to the eight ball. She pointed out the left corner, created a bridge with her left knuckles, and took the shot. The eight ball spun in the pocket and dropped down. She looked over at Jason, her eyes lit up.
"I suppose it's my treat." He said handing her a quarter. She walked over to the jukebox and picked her favorite song. She came back and fell into place within Jason's arms. She reached her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. They rocked back and forth to the music. As the song ended, Carly started to fade away. With his arms empty he fell to his knees and started weeping.
Jason startled himself awake. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then surveyed the medical equipment. The heart monitor was still beating rhythmically. Her blood pressure was stable, and the oxygen levels looked good. He squeezed her hand hoping that she would squeeze back. Feeling defeated he sank into his open hand that he was using to keep his head propped up.
