Disclaimer: Refer to chapter one.
Authors Notes: I'm just slightly insane. Really it's my friends Leah, Lisa,
and Rachel's faults. If you read Leah's Story under the name The Big Crazy
Insano called The Adventures of Spiffy Spam Cake, you'll know what I mean.
Chapter Two: Ohhh, A Plot Twist
The nurse had just come out and said to Michaela that she had been right, (no surprise there) Johnny hadn't recognized her name but her would see her anyways. Michaela tried to appear calm as she thanked the woman but it was a loosing battle. Her insides just wouldn't cooperate. Her nerves were writhing. "I've searched and waited for four years and now, when I'm this close I'm having second thoughts! I can't believe it. No, I'd never forgive myself if I didn't see him. I have to at least find out for myself if my search is over, if all of my effort wasn't for nothing." With these thought firmly implanted in the front of her mind she walked quietly into the room.
As soon as she entered a number of aromas assailed her. Most of them were medical fluids, what could be classified as normal "hospital smells", but the rest could be fondly identified my most as "old people smell". Michaela strongly suspected the room had been host to more than a few senior citizens in the past. But none of that mattered when she saw the teenage boy covered in third degree burns on the hospital bed? It was really more of a metal frame with strips of canvas material attached across to make what looked like a cot. The boy himself looked a lot like Michaela. He had jet-black hair and fair skin (at least where it wasn't burnt). The only thing really different was his eyes, they were sapphire blue where as she had emerald green ones. He really would have been quite handsome if not for three things. 1) (this is a couple reasons rolled into one) He looked like whoever he was staying with didn't treat him right. He had an old scar about an inch and a half that ran down his right cheekbone. "I'll deal with that later" she thought rather angry that anyone would dare to treat him that badly. 2) He was strapped to a hospital bed covered in red flaky burn skin. And 3) He was her brother. Sisters just don't think their brothers are handsome; it's like a rule. She was sure of it now it was Shea. After four exhausting years of finding nothing and endless disappointment she had found him. And now she was torn between wanting to throw her arms around him and laugh happily or cry. "I didn't come all this way to find him just to loose him again" she thought. All of these thoughts were completed in the time it takes to blink a few times, so Johnny didn't notice anything. He had in fact only just turned his head to a more comfortable position with what looked like a lot of effort and more than a little discomfort. Michaela was guessing he was just taking in her appearance, her waist length slightly curly jet hair, green eyes, black leather pants and lace up emerald green peasant top when a look of pure shock registered on his face. "He probably saw how alike we look," she thought wryly. "Who are you?" he asked. Michaela had been preparing her answer since she started searching, but even so she thought on her reply a moment before responding. She even laughingly considered saying "I'm the ghost of Christmas past" just to see what kind of reaction she would get, but almost immediately returned to the seriousness of the situation. She chose to say instead "I'm your sister" although to her it sounded either a bit too dramatic, too much like Darth Vader's famous line, or both. "But what's done is done and what's said is said" she thought.
Sorry for the long chapter I didn't know how to brake it off.
Chapter Two: Ohhh, A Plot Twist
The nurse had just come out and said to Michaela that she had been right, (no surprise there) Johnny hadn't recognized her name but her would see her anyways. Michaela tried to appear calm as she thanked the woman but it was a loosing battle. Her insides just wouldn't cooperate. Her nerves were writhing. "I've searched and waited for four years and now, when I'm this close I'm having second thoughts! I can't believe it. No, I'd never forgive myself if I didn't see him. I have to at least find out for myself if my search is over, if all of my effort wasn't for nothing." With these thought firmly implanted in the front of her mind she walked quietly into the room.
As soon as she entered a number of aromas assailed her. Most of them were medical fluids, what could be classified as normal "hospital smells", but the rest could be fondly identified my most as "old people smell". Michaela strongly suspected the room had been host to more than a few senior citizens in the past. But none of that mattered when she saw the teenage boy covered in third degree burns on the hospital bed? It was really more of a metal frame with strips of canvas material attached across to make what looked like a cot. The boy himself looked a lot like Michaela. He had jet-black hair and fair skin (at least where it wasn't burnt). The only thing really different was his eyes, they were sapphire blue where as she had emerald green ones. He really would have been quite handsome if not for three things. 1) (this is a couple reasons rolled into one) He looked like whoever he was staying with didn't treat him right. He had an old scar about an inch and a half that ran down his right cheekbone. "I'll deal with that later" she thought rather angry that anyone would dare to treat him that badly. 2) He was strapped to a hospital bed covered in red flaky burn skin. And 3) He was her brother. Sisters just don't think their brothers are handsome; it's like a rule. She was sure of it now it was Shea. After four exhausting years of finding nothing and endless disappointment she had found him. And now she was torn between wanting to throw her arms around him and laugh happily or cry. "I didn't come all this way to find him just to loose him again" she thought. All of these thoughts were completed in the time it takes to blink a few times, so Johnny didn't notice anything. He had in fact only just turned his head to a more comfortable position with what looked like a lot of effort and more than a little discomfort. Michaela was guessing he was just taking in her appearance, her waist length slightly curly jet hair, green eyes, black leather pants and lace up emerald green peasant top when a look of pure shock registered on his face. "He probably saw how alike we look," she thought wryly. "Who are you?" he asked. Michaela had been preparing her answer since she started searching, but even so she thought on her reply a moment before responding. She even laughingly considered saying "I'm the ghost of Christmas past" just to see what kind of reaction she would get, but almost immediately returned to the seriousness of the situation. She chose to say instead "I'm your sister" although to her it sounded either a bit too dramatic, too much like Darth Vader's famous line, or both. "But what's done is done and what's said is said" she thought.
Sorry for the long chapter I didn't know how to brake it off.