Reality Check



Disclaimers in chapters 1&2



ALSO- I am not a medical expert, so I might have some of the jargon wrong



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-----"Danny!?!"-----



SCENE 3



"WELL, hello Sydney! Good to see you awake; you had us all scared! Very dramatic of you, ought to win you another Oscar!" My, supposedly deceased, fiancee says with a wink. My mind is still too mushy to fully comprehend his words, but I know that tone, and that look.



I've seen this side of him before, the "make you feel comfortable in a horrible hospital" side. I had always thought it was cute, and even sexy in a "the man I love tries to heal people both inside and out" sort of way. But now it's just plain annoying! I mean he's acting as if I'm just a another patient, just another stranger in need, and as if it's not at all bazaar that he has risen from the dead!



Obviously, the millions of conflicting emotions that I am feeling, at this very awkward moment in time, are written all over my face, and have rendered me utterly speechless. Fortunately, the very kind but professional doctor comes to my rescue!



"Sorry, I'm Dr. Danny Hecht," he says, in his adorable accent, accompanied by a huge reassuring smile.



Still ignoring my expression of shock and pain, he proceeds to review my chart and let me know that, due to a car wreck, I've been in a coma for little more than a month. Apparently, I am recovering quite nicely, but he is certain I have amnesia. He refers to "While You Were Sleeping," to explain my situation. Which is a little odd, because I can't remember Danny ever being so into movies.



I watch as he leans over to inject something into my IV, "I'm going to give you something for the pain, it should help you rest, don't you worry, we'll have you back on your feet in no time!"



He lingers over me a moment too long, giving me just enough time to lift my heavy arm and cup his scratchy check in the palm of my hand.



"You're alive!" I whisper, as my voice breaks into a sob.



I can tell he's trying to not be freaked out by a girl, who he apparently thinks, is just another patient zoned out on drugs, "And so are you! Get some rest, I'll go tell your family the good news!"



"FAMILY!?! Since when do I have FAMILY!?!" My mind begs to ask this question, and so many more, but it's too late, the med.s are kicking in and I can feel myself drifting into unconsciousness. I willingly surrender; too mentally and physically exhausted to explore this weird yet wonderful reality I now find myself in.



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My eyelids are too heavy to open, and except for sound, all of my other senses seem to be on vacation.



However, the angry words, spoken in a familiar female voice (seasoned with a Russian accent), I hear is enough to convince me to escape back into the nothingness of sleep.



"What the H*** did you give her!?! Don't kill her, she's the KEY, she's no use to us dead you imbecile!!!"



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After what seems like days, I pry my eyelids open. As soon as I do, I wish I hadn't, because I'm staring right into her face, the face of evil. The sight of her sends an electric current throughout my entire body; I am suddenly extremely awake and alert. Just when I think I've mustered up enough energy to jump up and kick her butt, my emergency battery goes dead as I watch the tears running down her face, and hear her speak through broken sobs.



"Sydney… I'm so sorry Sydney… so sorry… can you ever forgive me!?!"



TBC