Everyone Must Breathe
Stephen and Nicole Trager filed nervously into room 421.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Trager," Dr. Foreman greeted; closing the chart he had been annotating.
"Hello, Doctor"
"Kyle is a very lucky young man. His injuries, although serious, are not life threatening. The bigger of our concerns was the blood loss. His body is accepting the new blood despite the different type," he smiled.
"He's recovering nicely and should regain consciousness soon."
The Tragers let out a sigh of relief.
"Do you know when he'll...," Stephen trailed off awkwardly.
Dr. Foreman gave a small grin.
"That depends. He could wake up within hours, there is nothing preventing that from happening now that his body can focus on simply repairing the damage he sustained in the accident. I'd say within twenty-four hours at the most, but seeing this young man's determination, likely sooner."
Nicole quietly slipped out of the room to relay the new information to the gathered teens in the lobby.
As she left, she noted a small motion out of the corner of her eye. A twinge and a fluttering of eyelashes before they slowly opened. She continued to the lobby, walking briskly, with newfound purpose.
"Guys," she said smiling in relief and happiness at her family and son's friends, "Kyle's awake."
A/N: So, I guess this is the end. It's odd. On one hand, I feel great having this finished, but on the other, I'm sad to see it done. I'd like give thanks to everyone who had read and especially those who reviewed and set me to alerts. It's you guys that kept this thing rolling, honestly, I probably would have given up without you guys. Lots of love and I hope to see you again.
Love,
Kiiyyt