CHAPTER SEVEN
Somewhere in a dark foggy place, Frank Cameron Sinclair was running for his life. He was ready to give up, he was tired and there was no one fighting for him on the outside. This limbo he was in was tiring. He felt whipped both physically and mentally. In this place he was both Frank and Cameron, memories of both. He remembered Amanda, how he had hurt her. How he loved her. Gary and Josie. His Mom, all those who he had ever cared about. Even the Butlers; Callie, Clara, Chuck, he wondered what their agenda was. No one was that nice anymore. His head hurt and his spirit was giving up. It would be so simple just to slip away. What's the use? When I get back, if I retain any semblance of memories, those of Cameron were painful and those of Frank, they just weren't him, not without his family. Somewhere in the fog he heard a voice, 'Running away again, aren't you Sinclair.' ' Who's there' not seeing anyone in the dense fog. 'You know who it is. You're no good. That's right just give up, don't try to fix things, you worthless kid.' Then he knew it was his old man. He never had any use for any of them. He thought once he'd died, things would change and he would see the error of his ways, but even now he was judgmental. I can't win. 'That's right give up, you're no good anyway, you just hurt everything you touch. Hell, you broke your brother's heart when you slept with his wife. And then you lied to Amanda, who you professed to love. You don't know the meaning of love, you lowlife." 'No I do love her. She is the best thing that ever happened to me. You're the lowlife, beating helpless kids and your wife. Who are you to judge? I won't give you the satisfaction of giving up.
'I guess there is still some fight left in him, I knew that would do it.' As if a whisper he heard, 'fight Cameron, you can change the way things happen, just fight, please come back to me. The male voice changed to a female one that he recognized. He couldn't run fast enough to get there. She seemed so far away, it was just a whisper but he heard it. Could it be her, or was the old man playing tricks on him? How would she know where he was? He had covered all trails. 'Well son, I guess her love for you is stronger than all time, she loves you and you need to go back. Fight for her son, she's worth it and given time she will forgive you. Go now.'
Her voice was getting stronger; the fog was beginning to lift. He ran faster, but as he did the memories of Frank were getting stronger and those of Cameron were fading. No, don't let me lose them, not yet, not till I tell Amanda I love her. Please no..
After weeks of sitting by his bedside, Amanda talked to him, read to him, prayed for him. She and Clara were becoming very close friends. She would go home at night and cry on her shoulder. She was so warm and receptive that Amanda had poured out the whole lurid story. From Scott Guthrie and Boca Lynda. From her wedding day to the birth of Cameron's baby. Clara understood now why she had felt the way she did. For a long time she had needed to tell someone. She was too embarrassed to tell her family, and she'd been holding it in for so long. It felt good to let it go.
That morning she was late getting to the hospital, traffic was unreal. She had rented a car so as not to put out the Butlers anymore than necessary. She had paid another month for Cameron's room, hoping that he would soon occupy it. After chatting with the nurses about his overnight, she went to his bedside and said her usual prayer of the morning, Dear God; I pray for Cameron's healing. For him to become strong again and come back to those that love him. Amen
Kissing his forehead, she settled in to watch him. She drank her coffee and told him of the traffic and the sights and sounds of Chicago. How the air smelled after the cleansing rain from the night before. And the birds singing on the terrace. "Cameron, I wish that you could share this all with me, I need you and miss you." Holding his hand she felt a tremor in his fingers. Must be one of the muscle jerks the doctors told of. But then it happened again with more pressure this time. She stood and looked at him closer. 'I think he blinked,' she said to herself. She waited and he blinked again. She went to the doorway and called to one of the nurses, who came straight in.
"He blinked" turning back to Cameron said, "Cameron please wake up." He blinked again; he opened his eyes just a slit, seeing this beautiful angel standing over him he thought he was dead.
"Cameron, thank God." As she burst into tears they coursed over her cheeks down to his face. Sobbing she kissed his hand and forehead.
Trying to clear his throat he whispered, "Who are you?"
"Cameron, it's Amanda." Feeling helpless she said, "you don't know me, do you?
"No, sorry, but you look familiar."
At that point Dr. Jones came in and said to her, "Amnesia is difficult to understand. We'll have to give him time. We'll do more tests when he's more alert.
"Mr. Cameron, do you remember me?"
"Yes, you're Dr. Jones."
"Yes, that's right, you had a relapse. I think this time we solved the problem. You have been in a coma for several weeks, how do you feel?
Whispering he said he was groggy and felt weak. He continued to stare at Amanda, recognizing her from the photo but not sure who she was.
The doctor waved Amanda over to the door and talked with her, "Well, at least we haven't lost everything. He is still aware of his recent past. Maybe in time, he'll remember you."
"I thought that he had come out after hearing me talk to him but I guess it wasn't me. What should I do now?"
"Just continue along as you have been, you are still familiar to him, and maybe in time it will work to help him regain his memory."
Going back to Cameron's bed she leant down and talked to him quietly, "Cameron, it's alright, you will get better, they think that they have fixed what was wrong. It will be only a matter of time before you can go back to Clara's." Amanda was trying to remain positive.
"How are Clara and Chuck?" he managed to croak out. Amanda gave him a sip of water to relieve the dryness.
"They are fine, I will call them later to inform them of the good news, Oh Cameron, I am so glad you are awake." Amanda said with the tears brimming over her lashes.
'I'm sorry, what is your name?"
"Amanda, I'm the woman from your photo."
"You're prettier than your picture." Cameron was growing weak just talking. This princess was just too good to be true. He couldn't believe she was here. How, he wondered? I'll ask that tomorrow, he thought. He wanted to go to sleep.
"I've missed your face, Cameron. Sleep now. I'll be here when you wake up. I won't go." she squeezed his hand and sat down still holding on to him.
"I wish I could say the same." Closing his eyes, he quickly went to sleep.
To be continued..
Somewhere in a dark foggy place, Frank Cameron Sinclair was running for his life. He was ready to give up, he was tired and there was no one fighting for him on the outside. This limbo he was in was tiring. He felt whipped both physically and mentally. In this place he was both Frank and Cameron, memories of both. He remembered Amanda, how he had hurt her. How he loved her. Gary and Josie. His Mom, all those who he had ever cared about. Even the Butlers; Callie, Clara, Chuck, he wondered what their agenda was. No one was that nice anymore. His head hurt and his spirit was giving up. It would be so simple just to slip away. What's the use? When I get back, if I retain any semblance of memories, those of Cameron were painful and those of Frank, they just weren't him, not without his family. Somewhere in the fog he heard a voice, 'Running away again, aren't you Sinclair.' ' Who's there' not seeing anyone in the dense fog. 'You know who it is. You're no good. That's right just give up, don't try to fix things, you worthless kid.' Then he knew it was his old man. He never had any use for any of them. He thought once he'd died, things would change and he would see the error of his ways, but even now he was judgmental. I can't win. 'That's right give up, you're no good anyway, you just hurt everything you touch. Hell, you broke your brother's heart when you slept with his wife. And then you lied to Amanda, who you professed to love. You don't know the meaning of love, you lowlife." 'No I do love her. She is the best thing that ever happened to me. You're the lowlife, beating helpless kids and your wife. Who are you to judge? I won't give you the satisfaction of giving up.
'I guess there is still some fight left in him, I knew that would do it.' As if a whisper he heard, 'fight Cameron, you can change the way things happen, just fight, please come back to me. The male voice changed to a female one that he recognized. He couldn't run fast enough to get there. She seemed so far away, it was just a whisper but he heard it. Could it be her, or was the old man playing tricks on him? How would she know where he was? He had covered all trails. 'Well son, I guess her love for you is stronger than all time, she loves you and you need to go back. Fight for her son, she's worth it and given time she will forgive you. Go now.'
Her voice was getting stronger; the fog was beginning to lift. He ran faster, but as he did the memories of Frank were getting stronger and those of Cameron were fading. No, don't let me lose them, not yet, not till I tell Amanda I love her. Please no..
After weeks of sitting by his bedside, Amanda talked to him, read to him, prayed for him. She and Clara were becoming very close friends. She would go home at night and cry on her shoulder. She was so warm and receptive that Amanda had poured out the whole lurid story. From Scott Guthrie and Boca Lynda. From her wedding day to the birth of Cameron's baby. Clara understood now why she had felt the way she did. For a long time she had needed to tell someone. She was too embarrassed to tell her family, and she'd been holding it in for so long. It felt good to let it go.
That morning she was late getting to the hospital, traffic was unreal. She had rented a car so as not to put out the Butlers anymore than necessary. She had paid another month for Cameron's room, hoping that he would soon occupy it. After chatting with the nurses about his overnight, she went to his bedside and said her usual prayer of the morning, Dear God; I pray for Cameron's healing. For him to become strong again and come back to those that love him. Amen
Kissing his forehead, she settled in to watch him. She drank her coffee and told him of the traffic and the sights and sounds of Chicago. How the air smelled after the cleansing rain from the night before. And the birds singing on the terrace. "Cameron, I wish that you could share this all with me, I need you and miss you." Holding his hand she felt a tremor in his fingers. Must be one of the muscle jerks the doctors told of. But then it happened again with more pressure this time. She stood and looked at him closer. 'I think he blinked,' she said to herself. She waited and he blinked again. She went to the doorway and called to one of the nurses, who came straight in.
"He blinked" turning back to Cameron said, "Cameron please wake up." He blinked again; he opened his eyes just a slit, seeing this beautiful angel standing over him he thought he was dead.
"Cameron, thank God." As she burst into tears they coursed over her cheeks down to his face. Sobbing she kissed his hand and forehead.
Trying to clear his throat he whispered, "Who are you?"
"Cameron, it's Amanda." Feeling helpless she said, "you don't know me, do you?
"No, sorry, but you look familiar."
At that point Dr. Jones came in and said to her, "Amnesia is difficult to understand. We'll have to give him time. We'll do more tests when he's more alert.
"Mr. Cameron, do you remember me?"
"Yes, you're Dr. Jones."
"Yes, that's right, you had a relapse. I think this time we solved the problem. You have been in a coma for several weeks, how do you feel?
Whispering he said he was groggy and felt weak. He continued to stare at Amanda, recognizing her from the photo but not sure who she was.
The doctor waved Amanda over to the door and talked with her, "Well, at least we haven't lost everything. He is still aware of his recent past. Maybe in time, he'll remember you."
"I thought that he had come out after hearing me talk to him but I guess it wasn't me. What should I do now?"
"Just continue along as you have been, you are still familiar to him, and maybe in time it will work to help him regain his memory."
Going back to Cameron's bed she leant down and talked to him quietly, "Cameron, it's alright, you will get better, they think that they have fixed what was wrong. It will be only a matter of time before you can go back to Clara's." Amanda was trying to remain positive.
"How are Clara and Chuck?" he managed to croak out. Amanda gave him a sip of water to relieve the dryness.
"They are fine, I will call them later to inform them of the good news, Oh Cameron, I am so glad you are awake." Amanda said with the tears brimming over her lashes.
'I'm sorry, what is your name?"
"Amanda, I'm the woman from your photo."
"You're prettier than your picture." Cameron was growing weak just talking. This princess was just too good to be true. He couldn't believe she was here. How, he wondered? I'll ask that tomorrow, he thought. He wanted to go to sleep.
"I've missed your face, Cameron. Sleep now. I'll be here when you wake up. I won't go." she squeezed his hand and sat down still holding on to him.
"I wish I could say the same." Closing his eyes, he quickly went to sleep.
To be continued..