Nathan sat next to Alexis' bed, holding her hand. Her heart monitor was
beeping unsteadily, and the doctors had little hope for her. While she was
awake, life support was the only thing keeping her alive.
Nathan was talking to her, trying to keep her awake, knowing that if she fell asleep, despite the life support, she wouldn't wake up again.
"So, how have the Raiders been doing the last month?" He asked. She smiled.
"Bad. Without you," she said slowly. Her voice was quiet and airy, and her dialogue was slow and deliberate.
"Oh, I don't know. I think you were the one holding all those teams together, not me," he whispered. Her eyebrows drooped.
"Hey, stay awake," he pressured. She looked up at him lazily, but said nothing.
The doctors had told him that since she was awake, but had no family, the choice to stay on life support or not was solely up to her. He had fought the doctor on it, explaining the circumstances, but all the doctor told him was that he couldn't force her to live.
"I'm tired, Nate. Just let me go," she whispered. He shook his head.
"Alexis if you let yourself die, without a fight, I'll kill myself," he said. He had been silently deliberating this in his head since his conversation with the doctor and now was desperate to do anything to keep her alive.
"No you wont," she said.
"Yes, I will. If it's the only way I can keep you alive than I'll do anything."
"You can't. You have Haley," she said, a little worked up. Some silent tears creeped out of her eyes.
"I love Haley, but I can't let you die. I need you too, Alexis," he too was seeping emotion.
"I don't think you'll actually do it," she said. He shook his head.
"You'll just have to trust me on it. I will, the moment you tell them to turn off the life support."
"No," she shook her head.
"Then don't die, Alexis. Please," he leaned down and kissed her pale forehead.
"I have to."
"No you don't."
"Don't hurt yourself, Nathan."
"Don't give up."
"Please," she begged, openly sobbing.
"Alexis. It's up to you."
"Why are you doing this? Why don't you want me to have what I want?"
"Because it isn't what you want. You just need to experience life to know it."
"It's not up to you, Nathan. Don't ask me to choose between this and you. Please."
"Is it such a hard choice?" he asked, swallowing deeply. She shook her head, then nodded vigorously.
"Yes," she said. He felt as though he'd been shot in the chest.
"Fine, kill yourself, and I'll die too. It works all around, at least you wont have to deal with it."
"Don't ask me to make this decision," she pleaded. He shook his head.
"I already have." And with that the conversation ended. They sat staring at each other in a sad silence. She raised her arms as much as she could, and he fell into her embrace.
"I feel like my sister is dieing and I can't do anything about it," he cried into her chest. She held onto him tighter.
"I feel like my brother is asking me to choose which one of us takes a bullet," she said. He raised his head.
"I want you to be happy," he said finally. She nodded.
"Then let me die, Nathan. No strings attached."
"I won't give you my permission."
"All I want is your goodbye," she said meekly. He nodded.
"Then pull the plug and you'll get it," he whispered. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
Within an hour, she flat lined, leaving Nathan and the world.
He wandered back to his car and slowly gun the ignition.
He drove for a few minutes, then sped up to the top speed, racing through an abandoned road.
Within minutes he crashed.
**A seven year old Nathan sat on his grandfathers lap on his birthday, reading the latest Hardy boys novel with his grandpa.
A twelve year old Nathan was shooting hoops with his dad on a bright summer afternoon.
Fourteen, his parents took him to Disney world and he got to pet a dolphin.
Sixteen, he met Haley James. The woman he loves.
Sixteen, he met Alexis Hampton, his non-blood sister.**
Then, there was nothing.
The End, I guess (Gees, I don't know, maybe I'll write an epilogue. Something to do with Haley and Deb maybe.... BYE)
Nathan was talking to her, trying to keep her awake, knowing that if she fell asleep, despite the life support, she wouldn't wake up again.
"So, how have the Raiders been doing the last month?" He asked. She smiled.
"Bad. Without you," she said slowly. Her voice was quiet and airy, and her dialogue was slow and deliberate.
"Oh, I don't know. I think you were the one holding all those teams together, not me," he whispered. Her eyebrows drooped.
"Hey, stay awake," he pressured. She looked up at him lazily, but said nothing.
The doctors had told him that since she was awake, but had no family, the choice to stay on life support or not was solely up to her. He had fought the doctor on it, explaining the circumstances, but all the doctor told him was that he couldn't force her to live.
"I'm tired, Nate. Just let me go," she whispered. He shook his head.
"Alexis if you let yourself die, without a fight, I'll kill myself," he said. He had been silently deliberating this in his head since his conversation with the doctor and now was desperate to do anything to keep her alive.
"No you wont," she said.
"Yes, I will. If it's the only way I can keep you alive than I'll do anything."
"You can't. You have Haley," she said, a little worked up. Some silent tears creeped out of her eyes.
"I love Haley, but I can't let you die. I need you too, Alexis," he too was seeping emotion.
"I don't think you'll actually do it," she said. He shook his head.
"You'll just have to trust me on it. I will, the moment you tell them to turn off the life support."
"No," she shook her head.
"Then don't die, Alexis. Please," he leaned down and kissed her pale forehead.
"I have to."
"No you don't."
"Don't hurt yourself, Nathan."
"Don't give up."
"Please," she begged, openly sobbing.
"Alexis. It's up to you."
"Why are you doing this? Why don't you want me to have what I want?"
"Because it isn't what you want. You just need to experience life to know it."
"It's not up to you, Nathan. Don't ask me to choose between this and you. Please."
"Is it such a hard choice?" he asked, swallowing deeply. She shook her head, then nodded vigorously.
"Yes," she said. He felt as though he'd been shot in the chest.
"Fine, kill yourself, and I'll die too. It works all around, at least you wont have to deal with it."
"Don't ask me to make this decision," she pleaded. He shook his head.
"I already have." And with that the conversation ended. They sat staring at each other in a sad silence. She raised her arms as much as she could, and he fell into her embrace.
"I feel like my sister is dieing and I can't do anything about it," he cried into her chest. She held onto him tighter.
"I feel like my brother is asking me to choose which one of us takes a bullet," she said. He raised his head.
"I want you to be happy," he said finally. She nodded.
"Then let me die, Nathan. No strings attached."
"I won't give you my permission."
"All I want is your goodbye," she said meekly. He nodded.
"Then pull the plug and you'll get it," he whispered. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
Within an hour, she flat lined, leaving Nathan and the world.
He wandered back to his car and slowly gun the ignition.
He drove for a few minutes, then sped up to the top speed, racing through an abandoned road.
Within minutes he crashed.
**A seven year old Nathan sat on his grandfathers lap on his birthday, reading the latest Hardy boys novel with his grandpa.
A twelve year old Nathan was shooting hoops with his dad on a bright summer afternoon.
Fourteen, his parents took him to Disney world and he got to pet a dolphin.
Sixteen, he met Haley James. The woman he loves.
Sixteen, he met Alexis Hampton, his non-blood sister.**
Then, there was nothing.
The End, I guess (Gees, I don't know, maybe I'll write an epilogue. Something to do with Haley and Deb maybe.... BYE)