Blaze Of Glory
PikaDarkness
Chapter 12
Come On… Don't die…please.
Warning the starts with a lot of swearing… if you don't like it to fucking bad!
What's happening? Waking up in pitch darkness isn't the fun way of opening your eyes… but was my eyes open? How exactly do you open your eyes? I once heard that the eyelids were supposed to sort of lift up… what like a blind? Or a fucked up sideways window?
"Come on! You can make it!" Who was that? Was it holy fucking-shit-help-me-open-my-god-damn-eyes god? Well if it was they were doing a pretty shit job of it.
"Don't give up…"
Well what do you want me to do you wanker?
"You can make it we know it don't die come on!"
Great now I'll go shoot myself for bringing all this up…
"We're losing her!"
Greeeaaat now leave me alone jackass go fuck her up and leave me alone!
"Come on! Please, please don't leave me."
Wait I know that voice… well running into the darkness wasn't a good idea it was like running naked for the paparazzi not a pleasurable experience. But I actually found out the glass is stopping my exit so what do I do? Run right back at it… man thank god nobody is around I wouldn't like them see me making a complete ass of my self.
I felt the glass give out… it was like it was disintegrating…
"She's gone…"
"NO!"
Hang on I'm not gone yet…
"No…no… hey don't touch her!"
"Come on lets just give him some space for a bit."
Hang on… I'm almost there! YES!
The machine wiring Emma had flat-lined and it had been like that for two minutes. Suddenly… miraculously it started to beep…
Jeff looked up; tears staining his face, his eyes widened and looked from the machine to Emma.
"Yes! Yes! Now come on open your eyes!" Jeff grabbed Emma's hand with his unbroken one; his right arm was covered in a cast.
Emma's eyes started to move, Jeff looked at her with anticipation.
Suddenly the machine flat lined again.
"NO"
NO! FUCKING HELL!
God damn it I was so close! I have to break the whole lot of the glass… but my body might not hold on… keep believing in me daddy… I'll be able to do this with your help…
Wait it was once said that mind and soul is greater then the body? alright if this doesn't work I'm haunting the asshole that made it up. If he's dead then I'm going to haunt his ghostie!
I closed my eyes or maybe I don't have any eyes to close… I focused my energy on the glass, hopefully gaining enough mental strength to break it
"Come on… please… come on… I know you can!"
Keep it up dad! Your helping… just say I love you! I'll be able to do it if you do!
"I believe you can do it!"
That's it… that's it! Come on dad…!
The glass was shaking but not breaking… all I needed was the three most powerful words known to the English language…
"You can do it I know you can do it…"
He's not gonna say it…
"… I love you"
YES! IT BROKE! IT BROKE!
Jeff had oceans of tears in his eyes he buried his face into the side of the bed and cried. Suddenly he froze. Someone's hand was rubbing the top of his back he arched away as their nails brushed side to side tickling him just a bit but he didn't want to laugh Emma was…Gone. But he figured he'd tell them to quit it. Looking up he saw Emma smiling weakly, and indeed it was her hand he felt.
"Emma…!" Jeff gasped, and then he hugged her, crying on her shoulder unable to register just how close he had come to losing his entire family.
"Shh… shh dad it's ok, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Emma soothed, rubbing Jeff's back comfortingly. She didn't blame him for crying if she was him she'd too would've been crying as just as hard.
"I thought… I lost you…" Jeff choked.
Emma smiled sadly. "I'm not going to leave you anytime soon. I proved that point last night… I could have ignored you at the graveyard and ran off but I didn't that should be counted."
"The last 24 hours has been hectic and I almost lost you twice." Jeff acknowledged shakily, he actually was shaking it wasn't a shiver it was almost seizure shaking. Emma hugged him more firmly.
"I feel horrible." Emma muttered Jeff let go of her with bloodshot eyes.
With a loud sniffle Jeff said "M-maybe you should get some sleep"
Emma shook her head, she was afraid of being contained by the glass that almost ripped her away from Jeff twice. "No I meant horrible as in aching horrible not tired horrible."
"Yeah right you can't fool me."
"Want to make a bet on that?" Emma jokingly challenged Jeff gave a soft chuckle.
"Get some sleep kid." Jeff rubbed her head and for once Emma allowed it. "I'll be right here until you wake up."
Emma nodded and with that comforting thought she fell asleep.
Jeff was true to his words and stayed put. The doctors came in and were astounded at the machine… obviously they thought Emma died, Emma showed them up… she was practically wordlessly saying 'Screw this… I'll leave when I feel like it'.
"H-how?" One of them managed to splutter. Jeff smiled. "Goes to show that you don't always have to have this thing beeping to be alive, ever thought that maybe once they screw up sometimes?" Jeff knew that that wasn't the case; he just wanted the pleasure of screwing with their heads and show them that anything's possible.
The doctors looked at each other… funnily enough all of them were bald (Got a cure for that aye?) scratching their heads.
When they left Jeff rubbed Emma's stomach "Your one tough cookie." he remarked.
There came a knock on the door. "Come In!" Jeff hissed in a whisper determined not to wake Emma.
Brock walked in a little sheepishly. "She's alive!" he cried in a whisper.
"Twice I almost lost her… she's tough…." Jeff shook his head and looked proudly at Emma.
"How did she manage to beat the odds twice?" Brock asked Jeff shrugged, it completely escaped him all he cared about was that Emma was alive how she did it was a minority in this situation the fact she did do it was all Jeff really cared about.
"When that truck hit us… I thought 'This is it… we're gonna die' To wake up and be told that- that Emma wasn't going to make it… oh god that's something that stays with you whether they live or not it's a burden on you-" Jeff's voice broke.
The truck had hit them running through a red light, it hit the passenger side, completely twisting it in a circle before the car sped off the front into a tree, but the driver kept on going leaving his victims to die… which thank heavens he didn't.
"I can't help but think this was my fault" Brock looked up at Jeff with a look of shock. "If I hadn't have yelled at her, she wouldn't have taken off and-and we'd be fine, we'd be ok."
"Jeff this isn't your fault it's that drivers fault he ran through that red light he almost killed Emma -not you!" Brock put a hand to Jeff's shoulder.
"When I was telling her to hold on that I believed in her… it was like she was listening… so I kept it up she woke up, if I hadn't have said all that she probably would've died." Jeff squeaked his throat was dry and sore.
"See she listened to you… if it was your fault she would've ignored you! I think Emma will agree with me that it isn't your fault Jeff."
"I know but its one of the things you can't stop thinking about…" Brock nodded now understanding.
"Do you want me to get the others?"
"No… could you please tell her she's fine but don't come in?" Jeff asked; he just wanted to be alone with Emma… Brock had been an exception because he knocked but didn't know that Jeff didn't want anyone in.
"Sure no problem." Brock smiled at Jeff who smiled back. Then Brock left the room.
"How is she?" Delia asked, standing up when she saw Brock.
"She's fine but Jeff just wants some time alone with her… he's shaken and a bit confused but just really doesn't want any of us going in."
Delia understood completely. "At least their both alive… Yeah, I understand I won't go in there."
Ash and Misty nodded as well showing them they wouldn't go in, respecting Jeff's wishes.
Jeff was humming lightly and tunelessly, interlocking his hand in Emma's.
"What ya singing dad?" Emma said softly, opening her eyes.
"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you…" Jeff was silenced as Emma put a finger to his lips.
"You didn't wake me… I just can't go to sleep." Emma whispered she gulped a few tears leaking through her eyes. "I'm just so scared."
"Aw… shh don't be scared… don't be scared…" Jeff pulled Emma up into a hug rubbing her back softly. "Everything is gonna be alright… the driver isn't gonna hurt you, nobody is gonna hurt you… not as long as I am here."
Emma clutched the back of Jeff's shirt soaking it with her tears.
"What if it does? What if something happens and one of us is killed?" Emma squeaked.
"What happens will happen but sweetie we have to think of the present… not the future." Jeff said calmly. Emma nodded; Jeff felt it as her chin dug into his shoulder a bit. "Don't be frightened of what's to come because it will come regardless."
One thing Emma loved about Jeff is how he made her fears disappear, the only reason Emma got over her fear of the dark was because Jeff had told her the boogieman went after people who were covered in boogers and told her she wasn't and the bogeyman wouldn't ever come after her and when he said that Emma was brave enough to sleep without the nightlight for the very first time. (She was seven, don't go "Oh my god!" Seven is a fear filled time)
"I love you dad" Emma whispered in Jeff's ear, her head was still resting on his shoulder.
"I love you too Emma." Jeff closed his eyes as he held Emma tighter to him. It was remarkable that they got through all this, not many people could survive what they did.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"I didn't mean for this to happen…"
Jeff's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"If it wasn't for me we wouldn't have been hit… if I didn't run away none of this would have happened. It's my fault."
"Emma! This isn't your fault you hear me?! It will never be your fault… never" Jeff pulled her gently from him and looked at her eyes raised. Emma saw he was speaking the truth only by looking into his eyes.
"O-k"
Jeff put his forehead to hers both of them gazing into each others crystal blue eyes. Emma was finally calming down; this was something Jeff always did to settle her down. It was because blue is a soothing colour and by doing this it was like seeing an ocean.
"Do you want to go to sleep now?" Jeff asked kindly, Emma nodded. She put her head down on her pillow and this time she really fell asleep.
Jeff hadn't stood up for hours, in case I forgot to mention; he was in a wheelchair. Standing up Jeff wobbled horribly, grabbing the side of the bed for support, before he slowly walked to the door, taking his time. Opening the door, this was his last hand hold before he had to free walk. Jeff held his arms out like an aeroplane to secure his balance. Getting 10 feet from Delia he said. "Can you give me a hand?"
Delia looked up and immediately hastened to Jeff grasping his arm and helping him into a seat.
"Idiot what is wrong with the wheelchair?" Delia scolded.
"I wanted to prove I didn't need it, after all I haven't broken my leg have I?" Jeff said freely.
"You have damaged tissue in your calves!"
Jeff held up a hand. "Look please stop worrying." then got back up and slowly walked back into Emma's room.
"Couldn't close your mouth for a second could ya mum?" Ash asked shaking his head. Delia didn't respond.
"Ash do you wanna get something to eat?" Misty said Ash nodded. Brock tagged along.
Jeff opened the door silently, Emma was peaceful looking and by no means did Jeff want to disturb that.
"Sir?" It was a doctor; the name tag read 'Doctor Potter'.
"Yes… Dr Potter?"
"I suggest you take it easy… if the tissue gets to damaged there is a big chance you wont be walking"
"Ok, I will" Then Jeff turned around and sank into the wheelchair slowly. A wave of tiredness crashed on him, suddenly, he couldn't fight it or resist, and he fell asleep with his head on the bed.
***
Emma woke up three hours after Jeff had fallen asleep she smiled at him, he was true to his word, he didn't leave her side. Deciding it was unfair to have Jeff sleep right there in a wheelchair then on a bed… after all he was also a crash victim, Emma put a hand in between Jeff's shoulder blades and shook him gently. Jeff looked up sleepily.
"Wh-what?" Jeff muttered his face sagging a bit from tiredness; he looked at Emma and said "I hope you're not going to make a habit out of waking me up"
"I'm not, I just think it's unfair you sleep in a wheelchair instead of a bed, you were in the crash too don't forget."
"mmm k… m gonna go back to sleep now… night." Jeff put his head back down on the bed but was shaken awake again "No… m fine here!"
Emma sat up and tickled Jeff who yelped. "Alright alright! Stop it! Stop I'm going I'm going!" Jeff laughed, wheeling towards his bed and hoisting himself up on it. He was still chuckling from the sudden attack looking over at Emma she was smirking victoriously at him.
"Shuut up" Emma grinned toothily at him.
Suddenly a doctor walked in.
"Alright Miss Hardy I'm Dr Bulstrode I was ordered to come in here and assess how good you can walk, because it is essential we get you walking now."
Jeff got out of the bed.
"Isn't it too soon?" Jeff asked voicing Emma's concern. "The crash was yesterday… I know that you want to help and get Emma better, but it's too soon."
"Mr Hardy… are you a doctor?" Dr Bulstrode asked, looking coolly at Jeff, Emma wished she could walk so she could slap him out.
"No but-"
"Then I shall ask you not to interfere, we know what we are doing."
"Yeah I hope so…" Emma tried to hide her smile with little success.
Dr Bulstrode put his hands on his hips. "Mr Hardy, how would you like to step outside?"
"I don't like it that much, and I will not be going out there." Now Emma knew why he had enemies growing up… he had a smart mouth.
"Then let me do my job sir." Turning from Jeff to Emma he said "Alright Miss Hardy could you please stand up for me?" Emma obliged slowly bringing her legs to the side of the bed. Hoisting herself up by her arms she planted her feet on the ground and slid off the bed.
It was lucky Jeff was so alert. Once Emma had let go of the bed she screamed and fell, Jeff lunged forward and caught her. "Whoa whoa…" Jeff then turned on the doctor, Emma leaning heavily on him.
"I told you it was to soon!" Jeff shouted at Dr Bulstrode "But who listens to us?! Were not qualified to be heard!"
Dr Bulstrode just walked out the door. Jeff helped Emma back onto the bed.
"I told the asshole it was too early… but who listens to us?"
"Dad please, don't worry about it" Emma begged, she was hung up on how much it hurt to stand up… something Jeff and everyone else had no problem with.
"Alright… but no more doctors are going to make you-""This is the guy," Dr Bulstrode was back with two security guards.
Jeff looked at them in near fear, what was this about?
"Alright you," One of them said as both guards grabbed Jeff's arms. "Your coming with us!"
"What?… Hey let me go! What are you doing?" Jeff struggled, but the guards had a strong hold "What's going on!?"
The guards stopped walking when Dr Bulstrode told them to, the Dr seemed to tower over Jeff, who was bent down craning his neck to look at Bulstrode as he stood a centimetre from him.
"See this is what you get for smart mouthing a doctor and pretending you know better then we do."
"She's my daughter and I know her better then any of you in fact I do know more then you do- urgh!" Jeff was on his knees now as one of the guards large fists crashed into his stomach.
"Take him away!"
Jeff was dragged to his feet his head bowed suddenly he came to realisation of what was happening and started to fight again.
"What are you doing?! Let him go!" Emma screamed, she pulled Jeff's wheelchair over and got into it.
When she got to the door she shouted in shock, there were now five guards. Two were hitting Jeff or spraying him with pepper spray. Before they threw him through the exit.
I want to be released. Emma thought, Jeff was a patient and to kick patients out like that… Emma was positive she didn't want to stay. Pushing the chair to the front desk she said. "I want to be discharged."
"I'm sorry but I cant do that" A lady smiled putting files into a file cabinet. Then she leaned over the desk to look at Emma. "And you look like your in no condition to be released."
Now Emma had had enough. "You don't understand… my father a victim from that crash last night was just thrown forcibly out! If that's the way you treat your patients then I don't want to be seen in here any longer!"
The lady looked shocked. Then regained her composure. "I'm sorry miss butt there must have been a good reason-"
"Dr Bulstrode's reason was because my dad knew it wasn't time for me to start walking again, he was thrown out for being protective of me!"
The lady laughed. "Dear dear did that crash fiddle with your brains? Dr Bulstrode is our top doctor."
"Oh really? So he's a worthless piece of crap that makes the other doctors look bad huh? Some hospital this is! Tell me how many people have died under his care?"
"I am not allowed to say."
"Give me a hint. Or I shall do something that will get you fired." Emma threatened.
"57" The lady looked around frantically to see if anyone had heard. "It would have been 59 but you and your father survived."
"My dad almost died?"
The lady nodded. "Screwed up with the antiseptic and gave him some sort of poison, we had to work desperately to save him… we got there in the end."
Emma's mouth was open wide. Jeff had lied to her again. Then something occurred to her.
"Does he know?"
The lady shook her head. "No, Bulstrode wanted to keep it secret."
"Pleas ma'am could you please discharge me… please?" Emma beseeched, the lady caved and got the release forms.
"Sign here…and here."
"What are you doing Miss Marcella?"
The lady, Miss Marcella jumped. "I'm releasing her."
"You need a doctor signature to do that… do you want to lose your job."
Miss Marcella had had enough with Bulstrode's superior attitude towards her.
"Better lose my job then some innocent person's life. But you seem not to care about that."
Bulstrode turned red. "Do not talk to me that way, no person's life is better then my own, in fact I am superior to them."
"You are superior to nothing, a cockroach is better then you! Everyone's life is equal, we are no better then the ones in here or out in the world!" Emma shouted at Bulstrode.
"What is going on here?" A man with a badge that said he was manager of this hospital came up.
"This child is being a smart ass, I already had to chuck her father out because of it."
"He was being protective of me sir, the crash happened last night and this Dr wanted me to walk but my dad knew it was too soon! So he was beaten up and thrown out! And he's let go of 57 lives! He administered poison to my dad almost killing him!" Emma said in a rush. "And I wish to be released"
"Who told you about this?" The manager asked, Emma didn't want to get Miss Marcella in trouble so she said.
"I heard about it from one of his living patients…"
"You wish to be discharged?"
"Yes sir"
"Dr Bulstrode sign the papers… good… now empty your desk, your fired!" Emma rode the chair out the door mouthing a goodbye to Marcella.
Jeff was sitting outside on a bench. Seeing Emma wheeling down the driveway made him jump up and help her.
"What-what are you doing?"
"I was released."
"But you need the help!" Jeff cried, Emma thought it would be a good time to tell him something he didn't know.
"Dad last night… Dr -well former doctor- administered poison to you, instead of antiseptic you too almost died last night."
"What?!" Jeff shouted. "B-but I don't remember it! I would've been able to remember it."
"They never told you on Bulstrode's orders." Emma looked into his shocked face, she felt bad for him he was almost killed and they lied to him straight after, god knows how he felt.
"W-well we gotta get you checked into another hospital." Jeff didn't know that Emma saw the tears however small they were, run down his face leaving sparkling tracks on his face.
"Don't cry dad…" Emma whispered sadly, Jeff's eyes widened and he brushed the tears away quickly.
"I-I'm not crying." Jeff said croaked, still wiping the flow of tears falling from his eyes.
Emma looked at him. "Dad it's ok, after all we've been through you can cry, no-one is going to think less of you."
Jeff wanted to cry but remained strong, he had to. Not just for himself but for Emma as well.
"Don't worry I am not crying nor am I going to." Jeff unconvincingly assured her.
Already Jeff couldn't keep it up, as Emma turned back around in the wheelchair he let more tears out.
"Dad do I have to go to hospital? Cant I recover at home?" Emma asked, Jeff smiled.
"Do you want to take refuge on the lounge?" He asked, Emma nodded.
"Better then the hospital beds, there hard and if its hot they become all sticky and icky. I prefer the lounge."
"Alright but weekly doctor appointments you'll have to live with."
"That's fine." Emma was struck by a thought (Ha I may have got you there you probably thought 'struck' as hit by something physically) "Dad what happened to all our stuff in the car?"
"Its still in there… every last thing." Jeff muttered shaking his head.
"What did the car look like?"
Jeff shrugged. "I dunno." he flinched for some reason, some sped up car driving at night had entered his mind. Suddenly it slowed down…
"No. No!" Jeff let the wheelchair go and clutched his temples trying to force the disturbing thought from his head. Emma turned the wheelchair around. Jeff was now pushing the sides of his head hard.
"Dad are you ok?" Emma asked seriously worried, whatever was affecting him it must be bad.
"No-yeah-I'm fine" Jeff grabbed the wheelchair and pushed it down to the bus stop seeing as they had no car public transport was their only way of getting around now.
When the bus came it was a new bus the driver got up and pulled out the ramp, Jeff pushed Emma up it. The three seats under the window were suddenly empty as three teenagers jumped up to let Emma take the spot as it was a wheelchair zone.
"Thank you" Jeff nodded to them. They were stunned at his looks, immediately they formed a small circle and started giggling obviously they didn't know Jeff was 29 and too old for them (Not saying 29 is old just for a couple of giggly fifteen year old girls.) then Jeff went up the front to pay 3.00 -it was a 1.50 each- then the bus moved once Jeff had sat down.
"God I hate public transport." Jeff sighed, Emma gave him a funny look poking his stomach making him lean away from the chair with a grin on his face.
"I dunno those girls really liked you." Emma teased referring to the giggly girls Jeff said thank you too. "I mean they took turns talking to you… and you seemed to like it."
"I was being polite, I couldn't say "Get the fuck away from me" now could I? I don't date people 14 years younger then I am."
"Uh huh… tell them that, they seemed to like blue eyed brown haired men who has the biggest sensitive side that is a single parent to the best kid in the world."
"Ha! You wish!" Jeff laughed, receiving a light punch in the stomach. "Nah I was only joking, if those girls represent the whole lot of female teenagers I am so glad your not like them." Emma smiled.
"Probably because you wouldn't let me go to school."
"Consider yourself lucky, a lot of kids wish they'd be home schooled." Jeff said. "Oh shit I forgot about the stairs. Try to stand,"
"Alright." Emma stood up cringing in pain, but it wasn't as bad as the first time. "Let me walk, I think I can do it." Indeed she could. Maybe the first time her legs were healing and to stand on them just set them off.
"Well we don't need this anymore." Jeff folded the wheelchair up putting it behind the door. "But it is there if we need it."
"Well now what do we do?"
"Haha I don't know, find something useful I never realised what a rollercoaster we'd been on until we end up back here again."
"Wow don't act like you like the place…" Emma teased, folding her arms with a stern look.
"No that's not what I meant…"
"Don't worry I know."
Jeff smiled and walked into the kitchen with intentions of getting a drink as Emma settled on the lounge. Well so far so good.
To Be Continued…
Not much of a cliffy here aye? Do you like the story because I'm starting to get discouraged by it. I need some support.
Well I threw in a shocker when I told you guys Jeff was also almost killed. In case you didn't notice Jeff is my favourite character in the story, and guess what? I'm already forming the sequel and as soon as this story is done I am straight onto it! Then its both of the prequels I have to do… man this story is huge, I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I first wrote the first chapter! And if you want I'll give you a third sequel Lol or maybe I'll do the second then third and move to prequels so this story has like 4 more stories to follow it! This should keep you happy.
(I'm going to use the Obama saying 'You can put lipstick on a pig… its still a pig.' I love that saying)
Oh and I had to get Emma walking again even though it was three hours after her first miss attempt. Essential to the next chapter.
FemaleSpock I'm sorry, I couldn't fit Gary into the chapter, but he will be in another one of them.
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