Okay then, this is an alternative ending. I know that the last ending was
sad, sooo, this ending is not a sad one.
Oh, I will be posting a new fic, probably in January; at least that's when I plan on starting and getting the first chapter done. So if you're interested check back with me in January.
"For where thou art, there is the world itself, and where though art not, desolation"
(Shakespeare -- Henry VI)
Spot sits upon the floor, holding Leigh within his lap. "Come on Leigh, ya gotta wake up." He gives her a light shake. "Please Leigh, please wake up." Tears fall from his eyes as he cradles her. A sigh is released from her. "Leigh!? Leigh, you're gonna be fine." He says while placing his hand beneath her chin. Leigh's eyes flutter open. She gives Spot a weak smile.
"You're right, I will be fine, and so will you." She says in a whisper to him. Jack walks over to where Spot sits, holding her.
"Come on Spot. She still might make it if we get her ta da hospital." Spot nods his head yes. He slowly rises, making sure not to make any sudden movements that could harm her. Leigh snuggles into him. She feels no pain, only comfort from being in his arms. Those are the last thoughts that pass through her mind.
Spot anxiously paced about the small-overcrowded waiting room. The previous night he and Jack had brought Leigh to the hospital. He still had yet to see her, and still waited to hear two simple words, two words that would either kill him, or give him life. Jack placed his hand upon Spot's shoulder as he was passing by him, to stop his pacing.
"Come on Spot, sit down." He said in a pleading and concerned voice. Spot released a sigh but sat down next to him.
As soon as he sat down he jumped back up seeing the doctor enter the room. "Conlons?" The doctor asked as he searched the room for someone to claim the name. He had not seen who had brought the girl in the night before. He noticed a young man jump at seeing him enter the room. "Conlon?" He directly asked Spot. Spot could only nod his head yes in response. The doctor cleared his throat. Jack stood up to stand next to Spot. "She'll live." He said. He continued on, speaking of her conditions and other things. But Spot heard none of that. The only two words he heard were "She'll live," and that's all that mattered.
When Spot was back to reality Jack was tugging his arm. "Come on. We can see er." Spot looked at him and then nodded his head as he began to quickly walk towards Leigh's room. When they reached the door Jack remained outside. He figured he would let the two of them be alone.
Spot slowly approached the bed. He was unsure if she was awake or not. He reached the edge of the bed and knelt down beside it. He looked at his love; she laid there, her eyes closed. Spot bent over the bed and placed a kiss upon her forehead. Her eyes slowly opened. She saw Spot smiling down upon her. She smiled back at him.
"I thought I was gonna lose you again." He said, his eyes not breaking away form hers.
"I'll never leave ya Spot." Her voice was dry and quite. "No madder what happens to us, will always be tagether." Spot cupped Leigh's face with his hands.
"You're right." He said before their lips interlocked. Jack popped his head into the room to see if everything was fine. On seeing Spot and Leigh kissing he smiled and then soundlessly closed the door behind him. He made his way down the busy hallway.
Spot sat upon the bed with Leigh's head resting upon his lap. She had fallen asleep there. Spot studied her. He finally had a reason to live he decided. He turned his head and looked outside of the window that was next to the bed they were upon. "There's a star up dere Spot, your star. It's waiting ta guide you. Whenever you close your eyes it'll always be dere, shinning inside of you. You'll never be alone Spot. There will always be someone or something guiding you." Spot smiled. "I finally found my star. I love ya Leigh." He whispered as he closed his eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Oh, I will be posting a new fic, probably in January; at least that's when I plan on starting and getting the first chapter done. So if you're interested check back with me in January.
"For where thou art, there is the world itself, and where though art not, desolation"
(Shakespeare -- Henry VI)
Spot sits upon the floor, holding Leigh within his lap. "Come on Leigh, ya gotta wake up." He gives her a light shake. "Please Leigh, please wake up." Tears fall from his eyes as he cradles her. A sigh is released from her. "Leigh!? Leigh, you're gonna be fine." He says while placing his hand beneath her chin. Leigh's eyes flutter open. She gives Spot a weak smile.
"You're right, I will be fine, and so will you." She says in a whisper to him. Jack walks over to where Spot sits, holding her.
"Come on Spot. She still might make it if we get her ta da hospital." Spot nods his head yes. He slowly rises, making sure not to make any sudden movements that could harm her. Leigh snuggles into him. She feels no pain, only comfort from being in his arms. Those are the last thoughts that pass through her mind.
Spot anxiously paced about the small-overcrowded waiting room. The previous night he and Jack had brought Leigh to the hospital. He still had yet to see her, and still waited to hear two simple words, two words that would either kill him, or give him life. Jack placed his hand upon Spot's shoulder as he was passing by him, to stop his pacing.
"Come on Spot, sit down." He said in a pleading and concerned voice. Spot released a sigh but sat down next to him.
As soon as he sat down he jumped back up seeing the doctor enter the room. "Conlons?" The doctor asked as he searched the room for someone to claim the name. He had not seen who had brought the girl in the night before. He noticed a young man jump at seeing him enter the room. "Conlon?" He directly asked Spot. Spot could only nod his head yes in response. The doctor cleared his throat. Jack stood up to stand next to Spot. "She'll live." He said. He continued on, speaking of her conditions and other things. But Spot heard none of that. The only two words he heard were "She'll live," and that's all that mattered.
When Spot was back to reality Jack was tugging his arm. "Come on. We can see er." Spot looked at him and then nodded his head as he began to quickly walk towards Leigh's room. When they reached the door Jack remained outside. He figured he would let the two of them be alone.
Spot slowly approached the bed. He was unsure if she was awake or not. He reached the edge of the bed and knelt down beside it. He looked at his love; she laid there, her eyes closed. Spot bent over the bed and placed a kiss upon her forehead. Her eyes slowly opened. She saw Spot smiling down upon her. She smiled back at him.
"I thought I was gonna lose you again." He said, his eyes not breaking away form hers.
"I'll never leave ya Spot." Her voice was dry and quite. "No madder what happens to us, will always be tagether." Spot cupped Leigh's face with his hands.
"You're right." He said before their lips interlocked. Jack popped his head into the room to see if everything was fine. On seeing Spot and Leigh kissing he smiled and then soundlessly closed the door behind him. He made his way down the busy hallway.
Spot sat upon the bed with Leigh's head resting upon his lap. She had fallen asleep there. Spot studied her. He finally had a reason to live he decided. He turned his head and looked outside of the window that was next to the bed they were upon. "There's a star up dere Spot, your star. It's waiting ta guide you. Whenever you close your eyes it'll always be dere, shinning inside of you. You'll never be alone Spot. There will always be someone or something guiding you." Spot smiled. "I finally found my star. I love ya Leigh." He whispered as he closed his eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep.