A/N: Sorry, I was sick for the last few days, that's why I didn't get chapter eight up. And I celebrated my birthday. If you have any comments, questions, or just want to talk, please IM me or E-mail at
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"Convient Store Convenience"
Chapter Eight- Watching the Reports
"Is it to late to go back to Texas?" Debra asked, looking longingly at the plane she had stepped off of. Her Aunt Lucy nodded. "Yeah, sweetie. Come on. We'll go home and see all the news reports."
She sighed. She didn't want to go, but she really didn't have a choice. "I guess…" As Debra walked towards the car, a shiver went up her spine. She didn't want to get in a car. This is what caused the accident. This automobile is why Steve is in the hospital.
"Aunt…" Debra bit her lip. "I can't." Her Aunt Lucy embraced her. "Come on… It's okay." Debra got into the car, and took out her wallet. She had a picture of Steve in there. "Come on, Steve. Hold on…"
***Meanwhile, in Texas***
It was three hours after Steve's leg surgery. They were able to save it, but Steve was still in a coma. "He might be in it for a day, a week, a month, a year… We have no idea." The doctors said to family who was at the hospital.
They wanted to get in contact with Debra, but they didn't know where she was staying.
***In Minnesota***
"Aunt Lucy, I got the news on," Debra called as she turned on the radio. Her aunt really didn't like the TV. Aunt Lucy set down her coffee mug and turned up the volume. It was time for the seven news, anyway.
"In Texas, a car crash resulted in one person who has died and one person in a coma, in critical condition." Debra gasped. "Aunt Lucy! Did Steve die? Oh my god…" She turned the volume up louder. "Harold Shut lost control of his car as he skidded into Steve Williams' vehicle. Shut died and Williams is in a coma. It was said that Williams was speeding."
Debra shut the radio off. "DAMN IT TO HELL, STEVE!" She threw a glass dish across the room. "Debra!" Aunt Lucy screamed, picking up the glass. "It was his fault! He was speeding! That damn risk taker!" Debra sunk into her aunt's recliner, and sobbed. Her aunt went over to the big, overstuffed chair and comforted her. "Debbie, cursing and screaming isn't helping Steve. Why don't you try to contact the hospital?"
***In Texas***
People screamed and gasped as Steve opened his eyes. He blinked and groaned. "Debra…" He moaned. His mother clapped. "Steve! Oh, thank god! Steve, Debra is in Minnesota."
Steve groaned louder. "Debra…" He whispered again. His mother shook her head. "We'll get her on the phone, or something, don't worry…" Steve banged his fist against the wall. "Debra!"
He thought about their last night together when they slept in each other's arms. "Debra."
