Chapter
15- Christine Sixteen.
The
title has nothing to do with Christine's age. She is 26 in this story. Yes she's
younger than Dom but then again, I am younger than my own boyfriend. The title came from a KISS song of the same
title. If you need a song to download,
Christine Sixteen is a good one to get.
I have never been to the city of San Francisco,
and so I don't know the names of any hospitals in that area. I just made one up. Forgive me if this sucks, but I baked
cookies today, and I've had only two, but I am still loaded up with sugar. Therefore I have more energy than Dave
Malucci an April Fools Day.
Hmmm. Since it is midnight, April 11, I'd like to
give a big happy birthday to Ryan Shuck, from Orgy. Happy birthday, Ry! (Like he'd ever read this.) I think that he is now officially 28 years old, which makes him the
youngest member by about 4 years.
Also I added the old
woman in for a little bit of comic relief. For the readers. Not for Dom and
Dave. :-) Christine looks just like the Christine in Strange Frequency, as
I mentioned before. That's about it. Happy Birthday Ryan, and Happy reading all.
Dom sighed
nervously. He didn't want to take this
trip, but he knew it had to be done. He
had to see her one last time. Even if
she had tubes up her nose and in her veins, he still had to tell her he loved-
loves- her. Dave had given him the
window seat on the flight to Frisco, and he wasn't really enjoying looking down
on the farmland and huge metropolises below him. The stewardess came around and asked if they wanted a drink. "I'll take anything with alcohol, Thank
You." Dom said. Dave intervened quickly. "He'll be having a coke or something. No Alcohol. The pretty stewardess nodded and turned away. The men couldn't help but be men and stare at her rear end as she
walked away. (They're
men! C'mon! They have just as much right to look at girls as women get to
look at men!) Dave looked over. "C'mon. I'm here for you. Cry if you
need to Dominic! I love You." Dave said. He looked next to him and saw the old lady looking at them. She was skinnier than a rail, looked to be
only 70, and had grayish-blonde hair that was tied back in a bun. Dave smiled. "We're brothers." Dave said. This horrified the woman even more. Dom started to laugh at Dave and the mess he
had gotten them into. "No. Wait it
isn't like that either. I am
helping him in one of the biggest problems in his life, so were going to San
Francisco to tell his lover's family that he-" Dave stopped as he realized
what he had just said. "Oh!" He grunted in frustration. Dom was laughing his ass off now. "God, you're messed up!" He said in between giggles. Dave was less than pleased at the fact that
the old lady thought he and Dom were incestuous gay lovers, but Dom was
laughing. That was important. Dom had momentarily taken his mind off of
Chrissie and was busy laughing at Dave's mistake.
Hours
later, the pair arrived in San Francisco. They had packed lightly as they only planned on being there for a day or
two at the most. Dom grabbed his
rucksack off the conveyor and got out of the way for the woman to get her
luggage. "Ma'am." He said. The woman looked at him. "Good
Luck with the coming out." She
said. Dom blushed and it was Dave's
turn to laugh almost hysterically. Dom
growled a curse and walked out of the airport to the cab that they had called
before landing. "Take us to St. Mary's
hospital, please." Dave asked, shoving
the reluctant Dom into the cab. "Yeah,
sure." The cabbie said. They remained silent during the short drive
to the hospital. The cab pulled up and
the cabbie gave him a price. Dave
grumbled as he paid the annoying cabbie and then turned back to an empty
space. He saw that Dom was running
away. Dave was an excellent runner,
probably from running from the neighborhood girls that never seemed to leave
him alone as a youth, and so he caught up to Dom in no time. He grabbed on to his pants and Dom fell to
the ground below him. They heard a gasp
from above them and they saw the same woman that they had already offended 4
times at least. "Ma'am." The twins said to her. "Hmmpf!" She said as she walked into the hospital. They looked at each other. They shrugged and climbed back up and entered the hospital to
reception. "Um, We're looking for
Christine Carlini's room." Dave
asked. "Yes, first we need your name,
Mr…?" The blonde receptionist
asked. "Dr. Dave Malucci." He said. "Oh-kay! And your friend?" She asked. "Dominic Malucci." Dom
said. "Okay. Room 365. Mrs. Carlini is
expecting you." She said, turning to
look at their cabooses as they entered the elevator. (Oh, Don't act
like you wouldn't if you were her!)
They
proceeded down the hallway. 363…364…storage closet…365. Here
it was. Dom sighed and turned to Dave. His eyes pleaded, but Dave pointed toward
the door. Dom knocked softly, and a
middle-aged blonde woman opened the door. "Mrs. Carlini. I want to
apologize for not visiting Christine, but I couldn't see her like this. I-I just…" Dom trailed off as he lifted his head to the sight of his
girlfriend. She looked like an angel
that had decided to nap in a hospital bed. Her long blond locks were tied in a ponytail and her eyes were closed
only slightly. Since the accident her
cuts and bruises and broken limbs had healed, but she hadn't yet awoken. Dom let a silent tear fall as he stared at
the respirator and the IV, and all of the rest of the machines that sustained
her life. He wished she were dead right
then and there. Not to say that he
didn't love her, he just didn't think that she deserved to have to be hooked up
to these awful machines when she could be dead and in heaven, where she
belonged. The woman led Dom into the
room and sat him in a chair, but he didn't notice. She and Dave left the room to give them privacy. "Chrissie." He whispered staring at her limp body.
Meanwhile
Dave had offered to take Mrs. Carlini to the cafeteria for some coffee. "Um. I'm terribly sorry about Dom. I
never knew about Christine's accident until a few days ago when Dom mentioned
her when he was talking about my children." He said. "Dr. Malucci,
I-" "Dave." "Melanie. Anyway, Dave, Chrissie always used to mention Dominic whenever she came
home to visit. She really loved the
guy. We hoped that he'd come by and say
goodbye, so we could finally take her off life support, but he never did, until
today." She said. Dave nodded. "I've worked at a hospital in Chicago now for a while, but I have
never seen a case as delicate as hers. I haven't seen a family willing to hold on to their loved one for two
years." Dave said. "Hmm. Yeah. We are actually going to
take her off tomorrow. Her grandmother
is going to come along soon to visit one last time, and then we are going to
sign an order." Mel said sadly. "I'm sorry. Have you considered her for an egg-donation?" Dave asked. "N-Not to say
that you have to, but she still could give you beautiful grandchildren." He said. "We are considering donating organs, but I guess that her eggs are a
good idea." Mel said, used to thinking
about butchering her daughter for the benefit of others lives.
"Chrissie." Dom whispered, taking her dainty little
hand. Her heart rate monitor sped up a
little bit. "I know that I should have
came to see you two years ago, when that drunk hit your car, but I didn't want
to see you with tubes up your nose, and wires in your body. I mean, you are only 27 years old! You should be in your nineties in this bed
attached to tubes and wires, with your children, and grandchildren, and great
grandchildren surrounding your bedside. Not your sorry boyfriend who waited two years to see you." He said, hating himself for not coming
earlier. "I am so sorry, and if it
weren't for you, I would have hung myself a while ago. In fact, I just might still hang myself, so
I can be with you." Dom said, hating
himself even more.
Melanie and Dave were on their way back to Chrissie's room when they were passed by a pair of doctors who were rushing to her room. Mel suspected that she had crashed and was dying, but wasn't prepared for what they saw. Dom was pushed out of the way by the doctors. Christine's eyes were wide open and looking towards Dominic. She took the tube from her nose. "Christine? Can you hear me?" One of the doctors asked her. "Yes." She said, looking towards Dom and smiling. Dom's face was broken out into a huge grin. He had his love back. "We have to get you out of here so we can test her. Out you go. All of you." The nurse told them, ushering all out, including Melanie. They headed toward the waiting area when Melanie ran forward and hugged a woman. "Oh, Mom! You'll never guess what happened! Christine woke up!" She exclaimed. She moved out of the way and the twins could see the woman's face. "Ma'am." Dave said, and Dom just fainted at the sight of the same woman they had offended on the plane, in the airport, in the parking lot, and now here.