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** Rockie and jerichosbabe2007 look at Lizzie Borden strangely.
"We're gonna do what?" They ask almost in unison. Lizzie has just created an evil plan to get Chris to come back.
"We're going to shock him with 100volts of pure electricity." Lizzie says.
"No we are not, it's true, it's true!" Rockie says, beginning an argument immediately between the two.
"Yes!!! We have to! It's the only way!"
"Would you please shut the hell up? We are not going to shock him with electricity!" Rockie yells back. Jerichosbabe2007 puts her head in her hands.
"Why not? I want to see if it would work....."
"Well the Rockie says that you are not going to shoot bolts of electricity through that man and that's the bottom line!"
JB2007 looks at everyone reading this.
"God help them. God help me...Let's get back to the story now." She says while Rockie and Lizzie continue to argue about shooting Chris with electricity.
Tracey & Kristy, you guys come in on the next chapter!
**
Lisa tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes. She glanced across the hospital bed at Amy. She had her head in her hands. Lisa then turned to look at Jeff. He was looking at Chris. Lisa finally turned her attention back to the lifeless form on the bed. It brought tears to her eyes to see Chris in such a pathetic state like this. A stupid machine was practically doing the breathing for him, keeping him alive and in pain.
She shook her head. She couldn't understand why Chris couldn't bounce back from this like he had from so many things before. He had overcome his drinking problem he had in high school. As far as she knew, he had also snapped out of his little, uh....sexual encounters with several different women. It was killing her to see her brother who was normally so strong and independent, lay on a freaking hospital bed. She closed her eyes.
"Why is this happening to me?" She thought miserably. Jeff looked at Lisa for a second and then got up.
"You want some coffee?" he asked her. She shrugged.
"Sure." Jeff nodded and then turned to Amy.
"You?" he asked.
"No thanks." Amy said. Jeff then left the room. Amy put her head back in her hands. Lisa kept staring at Chris. Lisa noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye, so she turned to see what it was.
"Amy?" Lisa asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Amy looked up.
"Yeah?"
"Do you see what I see?" Amy looked in the direction that Lisa was looking. She clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Oh my...." Amy said, and then looked at Chris's face. It was expressionless, like it had been for the past 3 days. She glanced back at his hand, which was moving, then back to his face.
Suddenly, Chris's face did hold an expression. It held one of pain, and Chris slowly tried to open his eyes. Lisa's eyes were glued to her brother's face. Jeff walked in at that precise moment, and damn near spilled hot coffee all over himself. He quickly handed Lisa a cup, and then sat down on the edge of the seat.
Chris slowly opened one eye, and then he opened the other eye. His ice blue eyes held no sparkle yet, but at least you could see his eyes. He took a deep breath on his own for the first time in days. The machine that had been breathing for him made a beeping noise and shut itself off. He then turned his neck around to pop it. He looked at Lisa's horror-stricken face and laughed.
"I do that all of the time, sis." He said slowly. "You of all people should be used to it by now." At the end of his sentence, Lisa and Amy both burst out into tears. Chris chuckled again. "Did you really miss me that much?"
"Yes, I did Chris. I missed you so very much." Lisa said as she got close to her brother to hug him. Jeff and Amy were hugging, too. Lisa started to cry again. Chris held her close and whispered in her ear.
"I'm gonna be fine, Lisa. Really, I am. If you'd just give me a little time. I'm always going to be there for you. Please don't cry. Just give me some time, sis." He whispered softly to calm her down.
A/N: MMMMMMKay! Now we are cooking!! People love me! I feel so special!! I crave reviews, so please keep reviewing! I love you guys!!
** Rockie and jerichosbabe2007 look at Lizzie Borden strangely.
"We're gonna do what?" They ask almost in unison. Lizzie has just created an evil plan to get Chris to come back.
"We're going to shock him with 100volts of pure electricity." Lizzie says.
"No we are not, it's true, it's true!" Rockie says, beginning an argument immediately between the two.
"Yes!!! We have to! It's the only way!"
"Would you please shut the hell up? We are not going to shock him with electricity!" Rockie yells back. Jerichosbabe2007 puts her head in her hands.
"Why not? I want to see if it would work....."
"Well the Rockie says that you are not going to shoot bolts of electricity through that man and that's the bottom line!"
JB2007 looks at everyone reading this.
"God help them. God help me...Let's get back to the story now." She says while Rockie and Lizzie continue to argue about shooting Chris with electricity.
Tracey & Kristy, you guys come in on the next chapter!
**
Lisa tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes. She glanced across the hospital bed at Amy. She had her head in her hands. Lisa then turned to look at Jeff. He was looking at Chris. Lisa finally turned her attention back to the lifeless form on the bed. It brought tears to her eyes to see Chris in such a pathetic state like this. A stupid machine was practically doing the breathing for him, keeping him alive and in pain.
She shook her head. She couldn't understand why Chris couldn't bounce back from this like he had from so many things before. He had overcome his drinking problem he had in high school. As far as she knew, he had also snapped out of his little, uh....sexual encounters with several different women. It was killing her to see her brother who was normally so strong and independent, lay on a freaking hospital bed. She closed her eyes.
"Why is this happening to me?" She thought miserably. Jeff looked at Lisa for a second and then got up.
"You want some coffee?" he asked her. She shrugged.
"Sure." Jeff nodded and then turned to Amy.
"You?" he asked.
"No thanks." Amy said. Jeff then left the room. Amy put her head back in her hands. Lisa kept staring at Chris. Lisa noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye, so she turned to see what it was.
"Amy?" Lisa asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Amy looked up.
"Yeah?"
"Do you see what I see?" Amy looked in the direction that Lisa was looking. She clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Oh my...." Amy said, and then looked at Chris's face. It was expressionless, like it had been for the past 3 days. She glanced back at his hand, which was moving, then back to his face.
Suddenly, Chris's face did hold an expression. It held one of pain, and Chris slowly tried to open his eyes. Lisa's eyes were glued to her brother's face. Jeff walked in at that precise moment, and damn near spilled hot coffee all over himself. He quickly handed Lisa a cup, and then sat down on the edge of the seat.
Chris slowly opened one eye, and then he opened the other eye. His ice blue eyes held no sparkle yet, but at least you could see his eyes. He took a deep breath on his own for the first time in days. The machine that had been breathing for him made a beeping noise and shut itself off. He then turned his neck around to pop it. He looked at Lisa's horror-stricken face and laughed.
"I do that all of the time, sis." He said slowly. "You of all people should be used to it by now." At the end of his sentence, Lisa and Amy both burst out into tears. Chris chuckled again. "Did you really miss me that much?"
"Yes, I did Chris. I missed you so very much." Lisa said as she got close to her brother to hug him. Jeff and Amy were hugging, too. Lisa started to cry again. Chris held her close and whispered in her ear.
"I'm gonna be fine, Lisa. Really, I am. If you'd just give me a little time. I'm always going to be there for you. Please don't cry. Just give me some time, sis." He whispered softly to calm her down.
