While You Were Dreaming
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Chapter 5- Wake up Call
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Sunlight streamed in through the open window, the gauzy net curtains billowing slightly in the early morning breeze.
Another perfect July morning in North Carolina General Hospital, the hustle and bustle of nurses rushing about their business, patients needed attending to. But one patient who hadn't needed attending to for a long time, was about to get a wake up call.
The young man in question awoke with a start, forcing his emerald green eyes open as if he'd all but forgotten that he could. He tried to sit up, but couldn't. He was aware of sharp pains all over his body, and then a numb sensation in other parts. He couldn't move his arms or legs, and it seemed like a strain to do anything more than lie completely still. He didn't know where he was or even who he was for that matter. He didn't remember anything except pain and darkness, but that was pretty much in the now.
He saw a buzzer by his side resting on an oak table next to his stark white bed. The table had a vase of lilac flowers on it and a small bowl of assorted fruits. It also had a little card with a cartoon of a group of tigers all linked together, with Get Well Soon on the front and inside: To Jeffy, all our love forever, the gang xXx
"Jeffy?" The man croaked, using strained vocal cords and startling himself. He hadn't expected to hear himself, it seemed like he was learning to talk again.
He pressed the button gingerly with a weak and pale arm, which he noticed with mild surprise was adorned by a flaming tattoo on the lower half.
Within seconds a nurse rushed in, regarded him with shock for about a second, then turned and ran out again.
"huh?" The man said weakly.
The nurse then returned with an older male doctor with greying hair and thin wire glasses framing grey blue eyes. His face was care-worn but kindly, but his expression was of disbelief and shock, much like Nurse runner here.
"Huh?" The man echoed again, staring confusedly at the Doctor and Nurse, begging for answers to questions he couldn't put in words right now.
"Oh my goodness." The nurse murmured, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
"Well I'll be..." The doctor trailed off, then, composing himself continued.
"Sir, do you know who you are?"
"No... but I'd like to." His voice faltered as he replied.
"Sir, you are Jeffery Nero Hardy, you've been in a coma for four years, you are now twenty eight years old, your birthday's in a couple of months."
"Jeff Hardy." Jeff echoed, welcoming this knowledge back. He asked if he could see himself. *What does Jeff hardy look like?* he wondered.
The running nurse or 'Nurse Wendy' as she was actually called, obliged him and brought over a mirror in a white plastic frame from his adjoining bathroom.
Jeff stared long and hard at his reflection, taking in each feature of his face and keeping it, tracing his face with stiff, sore hands.
He had amazing emerald green eyes, a naturally upturned mouth with full lips and a rather cheesy grin, he preferred to smile with his mouth shut or not at all he decided.
He was clean shaven now, somehow that didn't feel quite right. He also had dirty blonde hair, darker at the roots, that also looked weird though he couldn't place why.
"Family?" he asked still running his fingers along his face, etching details into his mind.
"We've made some calls, they should be here soon. It's better to hear from the relatives themselves rather than us." Nurse Wendy informed him.
"Just relax and don't strain yourself with anything, it might be frustrating to try and remember things at first, but don't force it, everything will be back soon enough." The Doctor smiled at him, "If you need anything then use the button, don't try and get up just yet. Do you want something to eat?"
Jeff nodded slowly, he decided he was terribly hungry.
"The nurse will bring you some food along in a minute then." The Doctor nodded and they left.
*
Jeff stared down at the mound of bright yellow and slightly wibbley scrambled eggs on the plate in front of him. Beside it was some toast with a thin coat of butter on it and a pot of yoghurt with a plastic spoon beside it. There was also a cup of steaming coffee in a polystyrene cup on the tray.
Jeff decided he was too hungry to care about the overall presentation of the breakfast and wolfed it down hungrily only taking time over the coffee, though, as it was piping hot.
A little after he had finished he heard voices outside the room.
"He may not be himself, he's still very disoriented and confused so take your time with him."
"Sure, just lemmie see him!" and the visitor barged past Nurse Wendy and shot through the door and to Jeff's side, locking him in a tight embrace.
He smelt the tang of citrus and flowers in the hair that was pushed against his face. He heard muffled sobs from the face buried into his shoulder and the sensation of wet tears against his bear shoulder just before the hospital pyjama gown started.
The visitor drew away at last and Jeff could finally see clearly who it was.
Fiery red hair tumbled down past her shoulders, and dancing hazel coloured eyes filled with tears locked onto his green ones. She had a full, soft, pouty mouth and her skin was tanned. She was average height and build and had quite an ample...chest.
Tears were still pouring down her well defined cheeks and her eyes were puffy and red. She was very beautiful and obviously very close to him.
"Jeffy..." She managed, holding a well manicured hand to her face, the other gripping his own hand tightly, as if she was almost afraid top let go for fear of losing him again.
He nodded, slowly, rather taken with her beauty and her care.
"It's me, Amy. The doctor said you probably wont remember me or anything, but... oh my God Jeffy." And she broke down again, burying her face in her hands and sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's okay..." Jeff murmured, trying hard to comfort her. He stroked her hair slowly and then lifted her head, tilting her face to look at him. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her, until she quieted.
"I'm sorry Jeff, I should be doing this for you not the other way around. Do you remember anything?"
"No, hardly anything, but I remember your face." He traced his finger down her cheek, wiping away the tears.
"Im Amy Dumas, I'm one of your best friends. You were- are a wrestler for the WWF, World Wrestling Federation, you worked with me and your other best friends, Adam, Jay, Shane and Shannon works there now. Plus you were in a tag team with your brother, Matt."
"Matt..."
*
Soz I haven't updated in a long time, my laptop sorta went kerplooie and so I lost half my work, so this is a re-write of the chap which I lost, I wont leave so long to update this time, more will be explained in the next chapter. Review please, don't flame.
Thanx
xXx
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Chapter 5- Wake up Call
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Sunlight streamed in through the open window, the gauzy net curtains billowing slightly in the early morning breeze.
Another perfect July morning in North Carolina General Hospital, the hustle and bustle of nurses rushing about their business, patients needed attending to. But one patient who hadn't needed attending to for a long time, was about to get a wake up call.
The young man in question awoke with a start, forcing his emerald green eyes open as if he'd all but forgotten that he could. He tried to sit up, but couldn't. He was aware of sharp pains all over his body, and then a numb sensation in other parts. He couldn't move his arms or legs, and it seemed like a strain to do anything more than lie completely still. He didn't know where he was or even who he was for that matter. He didn't remember anything except pain and darkness, but that was pretty much in the now.
He saw a buzzer by his side resting on an oak table next to his stark white bed. The table had a vase of lilac flowers on it and a small bowl of assorted fruits. It also had a little card with a cartoon of a group of tigers all linked together, with Get Well Soon on the front and inside: To Jeffy, all our love forever, the gang xXx
"Jeffy?" The man croaked, using strained vocal cords and startling himself. He hadn't expected to hear himself, it seemed like he was learning to talk again.
He pressed the button gingerly with a weak and pale arm, which he noticed with mild surprise was adorned by a flaming tattoo on the lower half.
Within seconds a nurse rushed in, regarded him with shock for about a second, then turned and ran out again.
"huh?" The man said weakly.
The nurse then returned with an older male doctor with greying hair and thin wire glasses framing grey blue eyes. His face was care-worn but kindly, but his expression was of disbelief and shock, much like Nurse runner here.
"Huh?" The man echoed again, staring confusedly at the Doctor and Nurse, begging for answers to questions he couldn't put in words right now.
"Oh my goodness." The nurse murmured, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
"Well I'll be..." The doctor trailed off, then, composing himself continued.
"Sir, do you know who you are?"
"No... but I'd like to." His voice faltered as he replied.
"Sir, you are Jeffery Nero Hardy, you've been in a coma for four years, you are now twenty eight years old, your birthday's in a couple of months."
"Jeff Hardy." Jeff echoed, welcoming this knowledge back. He asked if he could see himself. *What does Jeff hardy look like?* he wondered.
The running nurse or 'Nurse Wendy' as she was actually called, obliged him and brought over a mirror in a white plastic frame from his adjoining bathroom.
Jeff stared long and hard at his reflection, taking in each feature of his face and keeping it, tracing his face with stiff, sore hands.
He had amazing emerald green eyes, a naturally upturned mouth with full lips and a rather cheesy grin, he preferred to smile with his mouth shut or not at all he decided.
He was clean shaven now, somehow that didn't feel quite right. He also had dirty blonde hair, darker at the roots, that also looked weird though he couldn't place why.
"Family?" he asked still running his fingers along his face, etching details into his mind.
"We've made some calls, they should be here soon. It's better to hear from the relatives themselves rather than us." Nurse Wendy informed him.
"Just relax and don't strain yourself with anything, it might be frustrating to try and remember things at first, but don't force it, everything will be back soon enough." The Doctor smiled at him, "If you need anything then use the button, don't try and get up just yet. Do you want something to eat?"
Jeff nodded slowly, he decided he was terribly hungry.
"The nurse will bring you some food along in a minute then." The Doctor nodded and they left.
*
Jeff stared down at the mound of bright yellow and slightly wibbley scrambled eggs on the plate in front of him. Beside it was some toast with a thin coat of butter on it and a pot of yoghurt with a plastic spoon beside it. There was also a cup of steaming coffee in a polystyrene cup on the tray.
Jeff decided he was too hungry to care about the overall presentation of the breakfast and wolfed it down hungrily only taking time over the coffee, though, as it was piping hot.
A little after he had finished he heard voices outside the room.
"He may not be himself, he's still very disoriented and confused so take your time with him."
"Sure, just lemmie see him!" and the visitor barged past Nurse Wendy and shot through the door and to Jeff's side, locking him in a tight embrace.
He smelt the tang of citrus and flowers in the hair that was pushed against his face. He heard muffled sobs from the face buried into his shoulder and the sensation of wet tears against his bear shoulder just before the hospital pyjama gown started.
The visitor drew away at last and Jeff could finally see clearly who it was.
Fiery red hair tumbled down past her shoulders, and dancing hazel coloured eyes filled with tears locked onto his green ones. She had a full, soft, pouty mouth and her skin was tanned. She was average height and build and had quite an ample...chest.
Tears were still pouring down her well defined cheeks and her eyes were puffy and red. She was very beautiful and obviously very close to him.
"Jeffy..." She managed, holding a well manicured hand to her face, the other gripping his own hand tightly, as if she was almost afraid top let go for fear of losing him again.
He nodded, slowly, rather taken with her beauty and her care.
"It's me, Amy. The doctor said you probably wont remember me or anything, but... oh my God Jeffy." And she broke down again, burying her face in her hands and sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's okay..." Jeff murmured, trying hard to comfort her. He stroked her hair slowly and then lifted her head, tilting her face to look at him. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her, until she quieted.
"I'm sorry Jeff, I should be doing this for you not the other way around. Do you remember anything?"
"No, hardly anything, but I remember your face." He traced his finger down her cheek, wiping away the tears.
"Im Amy Dumas, I'm one of your best friends. You were- are a wrestler for the WWF, World Wrestling Federation, you worked with me and your other best friends, Adam, Jay, Shane and Shannon works there now. Plus you were in a tag team with your brother, Matt."
"Matt..."
*
Soz I haven't updated in a long time, my laptop sorta went kerplooie and so I lost half my work, so this is a re-write of the chap which I lost, I wont leave so long to update this time, more will be explained in the next chapter. Review please, don't flame.
Thanx
xXx