Chapter 11 - Holy Wounds
William became consciously aware of two things when he woke up. He knew he was alive for one thing and he knew he was being watched. He felt a warm touch on his hand, lulling him into wakefulness. He opened his eyes for the first time in a long time and he felt his head lighten up a little and upon becoming fully conscious he pulled his heavy arm up, but couldn't move his right hand. A beautiful mass of bland curls faced him. He sat up, aching all over and hearing the beep, beep beep of a heart moniter behind him. He pulled his hand gently from under Meredith's face, feeling her beautifully soft skin on the back of his hand. He had to admit she hadn't changed a bit. He closed his eyes once more, reflecting on what had happened. He remembered something.
Lights.
He opened his eyes as a flash of light came from above. What? He clued back into reality. Where the hell was he? He recognized the white sheets and walls to be that of a hospital room.
Meredith stirred slightly. She closed her hand and felt nothing. She remembered nothing but leaning her head onto William's hand, then blackness. She moved the blanket off her back and sat up, clutching her head. William smiled at her waking form, her beautific angelic eyes, her blond curls hanging loosely with tiny pieces of baby's breath coming from them.
Meredith looked up at William. He was awake.
Awake, she thought. A new energy had formed in her. She stood up and grabbed her perfect redhead around the neck, nearly choking the life out of him. He dropped his hands onto her back, running his fingers along the bumpy grove on her spine. She massaged the back of his head, letting time dwindle in this moment forever and ever. Her William was back, and that was all that mattered to her.
She released him, joyful tears she enabled to run down her face. He smiled at her, his teeth still inside his mouth, his body run down with his first moments of consciousness. He leaned back and let his head sink into his pillow.
"Hey." She said. He smiled in acknowledgement. She couldn't keep her mind in the room. The intoxication of seeing him tired and weak from tests and pain killers was too much for her. She couldn't help but just smile.
"How long have I been here?" He said groggily. Meredith got up and walked to the table. She poured him a glass of water.
"Since last night." She handed it to him. The cold water rushed down his throat. He felt a little better, but still didn't return to the energetic William he had once been. Meredith didn't like the silence between them.
"Meredith?" He said. She looked at him. "How long have I been gone?"
Meredith hesitated.
"Almost a year." She said in a monotonous tone. He groaned. She looked outside. She sighed.
The door was thrown open. Meredith stepped back. Dana and Fox were there, as if by fate, by chance, without reason or sense. Meredith felt her emptiness consume her once more. She waved to William.
"I'll be back in a little while." She said, placing a kiss on his forehead, drinking in his warm throbbing skin. His parents couldn't believe it. She walked out, avoiding their stares. She walked out wearily, the door closing behind her. She knew in her heart they needed to be alone with him. She fought back the tears she had wanted to cry, and walked out, proud and tall in her wrinkled $200 dress and sweaty coat.
Her parent's car was gone, which told her they had probably gone home while she had been asleep. SHe had a moment to wake up, scold herself for not buying a coffee then stepped into her mom's car which had been left for her. She pushed the keys into the ignition. The car started and slowly she drove out of the parking lot, making a mental note to stop by the coffe shop and pick up something with extra caffeine.
She stopped at the lights and turned the corner. She pulled over, gathering her thoughts, gasping for breath suddenly. She tried to open her, door but her hand slipped off. She looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. Pain coursed through her. It was one of those wounds that she hadn't noticed until she saw it. She could have cut it on anything. She pulled back the sleeve from her jacket.
A hole went from the from of her wrist to the back. She could see clean through it. She looked at the other hand. Blood also dripped from that hand. Two holes in her wrists. She knew it know.
"When holy wounds come, he will bleed." A rush of fear went through her body. She turned the car immediately and headed back for the hospital. The pain ebbed in her wrists and yet she didn't feel light headed or weak from blood loss.
She walked into the hospital quickly, trying not to attract attention to herself. She walked past several rooms and burst into William's. This caught Dana and Fox by surprise. She felt like an idiot. William looked fine. Someone had obviously sedated him, he was asleep again. She said goodbye, digging her bloody hands into her pocket. The pain was gone, and she couldn't explain it. How had she mysteriously started bleeding? Something inside coursed in her stomach. "When holy wounds come, he will bleed." William looked fine. She suddenly came to a realization, and her stomach nearly tossed itself.
"DAD!"
William became consciously aware of two things when he woke up. He knew he was alive for one thing and he knew he was being watched. He felt a warm touch on his hand, lulling him into wakefulness. He opened his eyes for the first time in a long time and he felt his head lighten up a little and upon becoming fully conscious he pulled his heavy arm up, but couldn't move his right hand. A beautiful mass of bland curls faced him. He sat up, aching all over and hearing the beep, beep beep of a heart moniter behind him. He pulled his hand gently from under Meredith's face, feeling her beautifully soft skin on the back of his hand. He had to admit she hadn't changed a bit. He closed his eyes once more, reflecting on what had happened. He remembered something.
Lights.
He opened his eyes as a flash of light came from above. What? He clued back into reality. Where the hell was he? He recognized the white sheets and walls to be that of a hospital room.
Meredith stirred slightly. She closed her hand and felt nothing. She remembered nothing but leaning her head onto William's hand, then blackness. She moved the blanket off her back and sat up, clutching her head. William smiled at her waking form, her beautific angelic eyes, her blond curls hanging loosely with tiny pieces of baby's breath coming from them.
Meredith looked up at William. He was awake.
Awake, she thought. A new energy had formed in her. She stood up and grabbed her perfect redhead around the neck, nearly choking the life out of him. He dropped his hands onto her back, running his fingers along the bumpy grove on her spine. She massaged the back of his head, letting time dwindle in this moment forever and ever. Her William was back, and that was all that mattered to her.
She released him, joyful tears she enabled to run down her face. He smiled at her, his teeth still inside his mouth, his body run down with his first moments of consciousness. He leaned back and let his head sink into his pillow.
"Hey." She said. He smiled in acknowledgement. She couldn't keep her mind in the room. The intoxication of seeing him tired and weak from tests and pain killers was too much for her. She couldn't help but just smile.
"How long have I been here?" He said groggily. Meredith got up and walked to the table. She poured him a glass of water.
"Since last night." She handed it to him. The cold water rushed down his throat. He felt a little better, but still didn't return to the energetic William he had once been. Meredith didn't like the silence between them.
"Meredith?" He said. She looked at him. "How long have I been gone?"
Meredith hesitated.
"Almost a year." She said in a monotonous tone. He groaned. She looked outside. She sighed.
The door was thrown open. Meredith stepped back. Dana and Fox were there, as if by fate, by chance, without reason or sense. Meredith felt her emptiness consume her once more. She waved to William.
"I'll be back in a little while." She said, placing a kiss on his forehead, drinking in his warm throbbing skin. His parents couldn't believe it. She walked out, avoiding their stares. She walked out wearily, the door closing behind her. She knew in her heart they needed to be alone with him. She fought back the tears she had wanted to cry, and walked out, proud and tall in her wrinkled $200 dress and sweaty coat.
Her parent's car was gone, which told her they had probably gone home while she had been asleep. SHe had a moment to wake up, scold herself for not buying a coffee then stepped into her mom's car which had been left for her. She pushed the keys into the ignition. The car started and slowly she drove out of the parking lot, making a mental note to stop by the coffe shop and pick up something with extra caffeine.
She stopped at the lights and turned the corner. She pulled over, gathering her thoughts, gasping for breath suddenly. She tried to open her, door but her hand slipped off. She looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. Pain coursed through her. It was one of those wounds that she hadn't noticed until she saw it. She could have cut it on anything. She pulled back the sleeve from her jacket.
A hole went from the from of her wrist to the back. She could see clean through it. She looked at the other hand. Blood also dripped from that hand. Two holes in her wrists. She knew it know.
"When holy wounds come, he will bleed." A rush of fear went through her body. She turned the car immediately and headed back for the hospital. The pain ebbed in her wrists and yet she didn't feel light headed or weak from blood loss.
She walked into the hospital quickly, trying not to attract attention to herself. She walked past several rooms and burst into William's. This caught Dana and Fox by surprise. She felt like an idiot. William looked fine. Someone had obviously sedated him, he was asleep again. She said goodbye, digging her bloody hands into her pocket. The pain was gone, and she couldn't explain it. How had she mysteriously started bleeding? Something inside coursed in her stomach. "When holy wounds come, he will bleed." William looked fine. She suddenly came to a realization, and her stomach nearly tossed itself.
"DAD!"