IReese slumped to the floor. It hadn't worked. She was dead. Khaila was
dead.
Internally, Reese screamed out to God to make him wake up from this horrendous dream. On the outside, he was completely silent as he watched Eve and the nurses unhook the machines that surrounded Khaila.
As Eve slowly lifted the white sheet over Khaila's still head and left the room, Reese felt something inside him collapse and his body, in turn, also collapsed, lying on the ground. He suddenly couldn't breathe, couldn't move.
What's wrong with me, he thought.
Shock, that was the first thing that floated into his mind. He was in shock. He knew he needed to get help. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the nurses call button just within his reach. Grasping it, he repeatedly pressed the button. It beeped loudly each time he pressed it.
Beep-Beep-Beep--/I
Beep-Beep-Beep—
Reese's eyes snapped open at the sound of the incessant beeping, awaking him from his momentary escape from reality. He quickly focused on the sound of the machine and the cheers of the nurses. Realizing what the beep meant he smiled in joy and relief and a tear of happiness fell down his cheek.
She was alive! Kay was alive!
Reese could hardly remain standing as the force of the waves of his relief crashed into him and flooded his body.
"Thank you, God, thank you." Reese whispered with his head tilted up toward heaven.
Shoving his way past the exiting doctor and nurses he neared the bed and saw the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on.
Pools of aqua.
Kay's eyes. She was awake.
Reese walked to the chair by her bed. Taking Khaila's hand he practically whooped for joy when he felt pressure on his fingers.
"Khaila, can you hear me?" Reese asked.
Kay nodded her head and opened her mouth in an attempt to say something. Her respirator had just been removed that morning and she couldn't talk with the horrible dry feeling she felt in her mouth.
"Wa--wat--water." she choked out.
Reese hurriedly retrieved a cup of water and helped her drink. After a few nourishing sips she gestured to Reese that she was finished.
"What happened? Where am I?" Kay asked, her voice hoarse.
You're in the hospital. You've been in a coma for a week. There was an accident and you got hurt pretty badly. Do you remember the accident?" Reese replied.
For a second, Kay drew a complete blank, and then images began bouncing back to her. Miguel and Charity, peeling out of the driveway, her car fishtailing, the truck, remembering she forgot to buckle her seatbelt, hitting the windshield, glass, blood, the feeling that she was flying, then nothing, absolute blackness.
Kay shuddered as the memories rushed her and a tear fell from her eye and dripped into the bandage covering her cheek. Suddenly, a specific memory caught up to her. She raised a hand to her face and felt the bandages.
"The glass, my face! Oh god, Reese, my face! What's wrong with my face?"
Reese dreaded what he had to tell her.
Internally, Reese screamed out to God to make him wake up from this horrendous dream. On the outside, he was completely silent as he watched Eve and the nurses unhook the machines that surrounded Khaila.
As Eve slowly lifted the white sheet over Khaila's still head and left the room, Reese felt something inside him collapse and his body, in turn, also collapsed, lying on the ground. He suddenly couldn't breathe, couldn't move.
What's wrong with me, he thought.
Shock, that was the first thing that floated into his mind. He was in shock. He knew he needed to get help. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the nurses call button just within his reach. Grasping it, he repeatedly pressed the button. It beeped loudly each time he pressed it.
Beep-Beep-Beep--/I
Beep-Beep-Beep—
Reese's eyes snapped open at the sound of the incessant beeping, awaking him from his momentary escape from reality. He quickly focused on the sound of the machine and the cheers of the nurses. Realizing what the beep meant he smiled in joy and relief and a tear of happiness fell down his cheek.
She was alive! Kay was alive!
Reese could hardly remain standing as the force of the waves of his relief crashed into him and flooded his body.
"Thank you, God, thank you." Reese whispered with his head tilted up toward heaven.
Shoving his way past the exiting doctor and nurses he neared the bed and saw the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on.
Pools of aqua.
Kay's eyes. She was awake.
Reese walked to the chair by her bed. Taking Khaila's hand he practically whooped for joy when he felt pressure on his fingers.
"Khaila, can you hear me?" Reese asked.
Kay nodded her head and opened her mouth in an attempt to say something. Her respirator had just been removed that morning and she couldn't talk with the horrible dry feeling she felt in her mouth.
"Wa--wat--water." she choked out.
Reese hurriedly retrieved a cup of water and helped her drink. After a few nourishing sips she gestured to Reese that she was finished.
"What happened? Where am I?" Kay asked, her voice hoarse.
You're in the hospital. You've been in a coma for a week. There was an accident and you got hurt pretty badly. Do you remember the accident?" Reese replied.
For a second, Kay drew a complete blank, and then images began bouncing back to her. Miguel and Charity, peeling out of the driveway, her car fishtailing, the truck, remembering she forgot to buckle her seatbelt, hitting the windshield, glass, blood, the feeling that she was flying, then nothing, absolute blackness.
Kay shuddered as the memories rushed her and a tear fell from her eye and dripped into the bandage covering her cheek. Suddenly, a specific memory caught up to her. She raised a hand to her face and felt the bandages.
"The glass, my face! Oh god, Reese, my face! What's wrong with my face?"
Reese dreaded what he had to tell her.