Thank you to the perosn who pointed out my 70's building montage error. This story was originally supposed to be a spoof script between me and my friends. I'll change that error posthaste.
Anyway, sorry for the long update, I had a big long thing typed for this chapter, then I watched a movie, and scrapped all 10 pages of it. I decided that everything's too holly-jolly, and there needs to be some form of an antagonist, so I put this chapter in. If you like this too much to see one of the most shocking moments I've ever written, STOP READING NOW.
Thank you,
Jess lay on the couch pondering the many mysteries of life. Why do human's fight, why do we die, what happens after we die, why, when some people are dying, do they have a feeling of underachievment?
He sat up, and shook his head.
My time will come. I'll get answers before I know it.
The sound of a ringing phone woke Jess from his nap.
He picked up the reciever, and listened for a voice.
"Jesse?"
"Mom?"
"We need you to come home. There's been an accident."
"Wha--?"
"Please Jesse, just come home right away."
There was a dial tone, and Jess knew his mother had hung up.
He went into Leslie's room, and shook her.
"Les...Les wake up."
"Hmm?"
"Wake up..."
"Five more minutes mom."
He shook her harder.
"Who--hey!"
"Get some clothes on. We're going home."
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Within 5 minutes, Jess and Leslie were in the truck and on the main road towards the highway.
"Why'd you wake me up Jess?"
"My mom called. She said there'd been an accident."
Jess looked over at Leslie, but she had already fallen back asleep.
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Less than 30 minutes later, Jess was pulling onto his street.
He reached over and shook her awake.
"Jesse!"
He stopped the car mere inches from a police car.
He hopped out and ran inside.
"Mom! Mom, I'm here!"
He found his mom on the couch crying, a police officer standing across from her.
"What's going on?"
"Jesse there's been an accident. Your father's in a coma. They think he might not make it through the night."
Jess sank into the armchair, and looked at his feet.
"What happened?"
The policeman chose this point to talk.
"The details are sketchy at this point, and unless your father wakes up, its unlikely we'll ever find out. What we do know is that he was doing inventory, and the roof fell in on him. It's a miracle he's even still alive."
"I want to see him. If he's not going to make it through the night, I want to see him one last time."
The cop nodded.
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Jess went back outside to his truck, and waited for the police officer to lead him to the hospital.
What a strange night, he thought.
As the police car's lights flickered on, Jess had a sinking feeling that this would be the last time he would ever see his dad alive.
Leslie shook his arm.
"Jess? You're crying. What's happened?"
"Dad's in a coma. They think he might not make it till morning.We're going to see him now."
Leslie gasped in shock as the truck pulled out of the driveway, and back onto the street.
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They arrived at the hospital rougly a half hour later. Jess hopped out, and looked at the building before him.
God this place stinks of death.
He walked reluctantly towards the door, not knowing what awaited him on the other side. Once in the building, he felt a deep sorrow befall him, as if Death himself was lurking the halls.
He heard his mother speak.
"We're here to see Jack Aarons."
The receptionist typed a few things in the computer.
"I'm sorry miss, but the only Jack Aarons we have is in a coma."
"I know, but his son has come to see his father in case he doesn't make it till morning."
The receptionist nodded knowingly.
"Take the elevator to the third floor, follow the signs for the ICU. Once there, tell Nurse Jacklin who you're here to see."
Jess was first up to the elevator, and was pushing the buttons franticly, as if doing so would save his father's life. When the elevator finally dinged, he practically forced the door open, and went inside.
Once on the third floor, Jess's feeling of sorrow deepened.
"I don't like this place. It reeks of death."
Leslie squeezed his hand.
"I don't like it either, but we have to come through here."
They followed the signs towards the ICU up to a desk, where a short nurse with the name D. JACKLIN on her tag, was sitting.
"Can I help you?"
"We're here to see Jack Aarons. His son is here."
Jacklin nodded, and pointed at the door to her left.
Jess went inside, and could hardly recognize his dad. He was on a drip, and had oxygen tubes on his nose. His face was covered in bandages, and one arm looked as though it might fall off.
Jess sat in the chair next to the bed.
As he stared at his dad, he remembered something his dad had once told him.
"I once knew a sailor who had fallen overboard. When they pull;ed him back onto the ship, he was dead. Then, he spluttered, and they were able to revive him. When I next saw him, he told me that while he was dead, he could see his passed loved ones all waving at him. He said it was like going home."
Jess looked up at the nurse.
"Is there any way?"
She shrugged.
"He said the decision was yours. those were his exact words. "Jesse pulls the plug...please""
Jesse took one last look at his dad.
"Do it."
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Wow...i didn't think he would do it. As i said before. There needed to be an antagonist.
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