A/N- Thanks to all my reviewers. I might have mentioned before that this story is a short one and viola! Here's the last chapter. It was just a shorty, so, yeah. I'll be working on a new one soon if not start writting tonight. I might do a string of one-chapters. Who knows, just look around for me.
Also, please bare with me. Although I have lived in the US for a while, the way I think the sentance sounds is still a bit ackward sometimes. I got an e-mail on this and I'm sorry if I confuse some people some times. Oh and, GO NORTH CAROLINA!! One of my friends was making fun of me for being born Canadian, then moving to Germany, Texas, then To Raliegh. I have the weirdest accent, I've been told.
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A Second Changes Everything
Extra Note- Does anyone here know where I can get banners for a webpage?
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Jeff Hardy shifted uncomfortabley in the stiff plastic chair seated by the bed. He had needed surgery on his shoulder and 16 stitches in his arm. He sighed and leaned sloser to the bed where Shannon was laying. It was a week later and Shannon was still comatose. He had definately gotten the worst of the crash. Whoever had hit the car had hit into Shannons' side. It was the side that had gotten the most damage. But, since Jeff hadn't worn his seat belt, when his door had flown off, he had flown with it before the car quit rolling. Shannon had needed emergancy surgery on hsi ribs and lungs, and left leg,t oo.
One of his ribs had punctured his lung.
"Jeff."
Jeff looked up as his brother walked in. "You've been here all day. Don't you think you should go rest?" Matt asked, rubbing Jeff's good shoulder.
"What if he wakes up and I'm not here? He'll be scarred out of his mind. Someone needs to be here and I want it to be me."
Matt sighed, "Has Vince or Chris been here yet?" (A/N- This ain't slash, Chris is Shannon's other best friend)
"Vince is comin' in tomorrow. Chris tried coming in, but he couldn't bring himself to, you know. He's stayed with Shann's family yesterday and going back to work next week."
"That's good. I mean, that he's taking a little break."
"Yeah."
Both brothers looked up as there was a knock on the door. "Matt Hardy, you have a phone call at the front desk." A nurse said before leaving again.
"Upu want me to come back?" Matt asked, heading to the door.
Jeff shrugged, "Your decision."
Jeff settled in the chair again as Matt left. Looking ovewr Shannon, he sighed. He looked terrible. He was hooked u pt o some machines, his forehead was wrapped. He was pale, a light blue tinge on his lips. There were stitches above and below his right eye, his arms were black and blue with bruises. His wrist adn left leg were wrapped and cast where he had been caught in the car and the bone had shattered. He still hadn't returned to his normal breathing and six fingers had been splinted. A Mess.
Jeff shook his head. If only he hadn't insisted they go down that hill. But then again, wasn't there always an 'if only' in cases. Jeff carefully leaned on to Shannon's bed with his good arm, shaking his head again.
Gil Hardy sighed quietly as he walked in and noticed hsi youngest son. "Jeff, son, don't you think you should come home with me?" he asked quietly.
"Dad, I told Matt, what if he wakes up adn I wasn't here?"
"Son, I understand that you want to stay, but they say it could take weeks. Besides, I don't think it's good for you. I don't think it's healthy."
"Dad, I would be just as upset, maybe even more if I wasn't here." Jeff said, looking at his father.
Gil sighed again. There really was no point in arguing with the youngest Hardy. "Alright, but I need to go. Marney needs me in tonight. You call me,t hough, if you need anything or if something happens, okay? Anything."
"Yeah dad, thanks."
"Anytime."
Gil ruffled hsi sons hair before turning and leaving. Jeff stayed the rest of the day in Shannon's room, leaving only to use the bathroom. It was 7:30 that night before someone else besides a nurse came in to the room.
"Jeff, come on. You have to go now, Visiting Hours are over."
Jeff turned around, smiling a bit at Shannon's brother, Jason, and his sister, Kim. He sighed, "I think I'm gonna stay here. They can set me up a cot or something."
"I don't think you should do that Jeff. Come stay with us for a little while. You can come back in the morning ro something. Shannon wouldn't want you wasting yourself over him."
Jeff looked at Jason for a minute. Then Kim. Then Shannon. His eyes linguring a bit longer on hsi friend.
"Alright." Jeff grabbed his coat.
"They'll call us if anything happens." Kim reassured.
The drive to the Moore's house was quiet, but Jeff felt a little bit better being around people relatively going throught the same thing he was. It was always him and his mother who were closer to Shannon, not Matt and his father. Jeff ended up staying away from the hospital more than he had expected. He hurried to the phone every time it rang, but anytime he even thought about going to teh hospital, he got nervous and decided against it. More harm than good, he guessed.
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"Jeff! jeff! Open the door!!"
Jeff was startled awake by a pounding on his front door and Kim yelling at him three weeks later. He dragged himself to the door, opening it and nearly getting whicked in the face for his troubles.
"What?" He mumbled tiredly.
"He's up! Come on!"
Jeff's eyes snapped open and he quickly put on his shoes and coat, not caring that he was still in his plaid night pajamas. He clamboured intot he van, noticing that everyone else was already there. He took a seat, careful not to hit anything with his cast. They hadgiven him a walking cast, so it was easier. When they all got to the hosptial, they went down the halls to the desk that Kim had been told to go to. The woman behind the desk looked up at all of them before looking down again. She continued filing her nails and snapped her gum loudly.
"Whaddaya want?" she asked, not looking up.
It was almost hard not to flinch at her screetchy voice. I immediately reminded Jeff of the woman on The Nanny..
"Um, we're here to see Shannon Moore." Shannon's mother said, clearing her throat.
The woman snapped her gum loudly again. "Whodat?"
No on really knew what to say to this obviously unqualified woman. She snapped her gum again before wrapping it around a long, red manicured, fingernail. "Do ya need sumfin' or is ya just gonna stand there all day?" she asked.
"He's in room 219." Jason said sternly, "Shannon Moore. We were told we could go see him but we had to come here first."
"Really? Uh yeah." She ran a long nail down her notebook, "Uh, it says that you can go in."
"That's all we needed to come here for?"
"Um, yeah, I guess it is." the woman laughed.
'Oh yeah.' Jeff thought, 'Definatley The Nanny But with blonde hair.' He shivered.
"So, we can go in?" Mr. hardy asked.
"Uh....yeah."
Gil rolled his eyes. "Come on."
Jeff slowly opened the door to Shannon's room and nervously went inside.
"Hey Shann." he said, his voice shaking.
The slight blonde looked up from his wrestling magazine he was rading and smiled lightly at the group of people. Everyone took seats around the room, Jeff on the bed. Sandra kissed her son on the head.
"How are you, baby? Are you okay?" she asked, running her hand over his hair.
"I'm fine momma." he reassured.
"I was so scared. I thought you'd never wake up." She said, starting to let her tears slid down her face.
"It was pretty scarey, Shann. Do you remember?" Jeff asked.
Shannon smiled crookedly, "I hardly remember anything. I don't even remember you picking me up."
"That's actually a good thing."
"Are you okay?"
Jeff looked at his shoulder. "I'll be fine. You were the one in a coma."
"Does CJ know?" Shannon asked, worried heavily about his other best friend.
"Yeah, Chris knows. He really wanted to see you, but he couldn't bring himself to."
Jeff watched as a sad frown etched itself across his best friends face.
"So he's not here?" Shannon asked in a quiet, yet confirming voice.
"I'm sure he wants to be."
Shannon nodded slightly, settling back in the bed.
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Jeff stared at teh ceiling above him. Three months had passed since Shannon had been taken to the hospital. He had been released two weeks previous and Jeff had immediately insisted he move in to the Imagi-Nation. Shannon had started therapy, so he defiantley needed help. The bone in this lower leg had basically been crushed up to the knees and needed to be totally reconstructed. Jeff went to every therapy session and helped him at home. It was hard on both of them.
For jeff it was hard to not help. Some times, though, Shannon got so frusterated he would give up and cry and all Jeff wanted to do was say "Fine, you don't have to do it. If it's hurting you this much, you don't need to do it." SHannon's mother came over twice a week and called nearly every day. Chris had even found time to come down and see Shannon again three weeks ago.
Jeff was momentarily snapped from his thoughts, and listened quietly. Hearing nothing, but deciding to check anyways, he headed down the hall, thankful that he had gotten rid of his cast. Knocking quietly before entering, Jeff entered the dark room. Seeing nothing wrong, he turned to leave.
"Jeff?"
"Yeah Shann?"
"Will you sit with me for a little?"
"Sure, Shann." Jeff sat on the bed slowly, the springs still squeaking underneath him, "What's wrong. Did I wake you up?"
"No, I've been up. Thinking."
"Bout what?"
Shannon paused, "Who hit us that day, Jeff?"
Jeff sighed, "I don't know. They haven't found him."
"What? He drove away?"
"Yeah."
Shannon rolled on to his back and looked at Jeff for a second. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything'll be fine."
"What?"
"I can see it in your eyes. You're worried about something. Don't be. It'll all be fine."
Jeff smiled. His friend was wise beyond his years. "I know. Get some more sleep. You have a meeting with Vince tomorrow."
Shannon smiled and settled back in teh bed. "Yup. Night Jeff."
"Night Shannon."
Shannon watched the door shut slowly and the room resolve to black again before falling back asleep. Jeff listened through the door til he heard Shannon's breath even out, then went back to bed, too.
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I love reviews!! A review whore, yup, that's me! I actually got over 100 reviews on a story once and that made me feel incredibley good. I was under a different name and in the Harry Potter section. I believe it was titled something along the lines of Malfoy /Granger Truce if anyone's heard of it. I believe it was deleated. I hope you liked this story, cause I enjoyed writting it!
Also, please bare with me. Although I have lived in the US for a while, the way I think the sentance sounds is still a bit ackward sometimes. I got an e-mail on this and I'm sorry if I confuse some people some times. Oh and, GO NORTH CAROLINA!! One of my friends was making fun of me for being born Canadian, then moving to Germany, Texas, then To Raliegh. I have the weirdest accent, I've been told.
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A Second Changes Everything
Extra Note- Does anyone here know where I can get banners for a webpage?
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Jeff Hardy shifted uncomfortabley in the stiff plastic chair seated by the bed. He had needed surgery on his shoulder and 16 stitches in his arm. He sighed and leaned sloser to the bed where Shannon was laying. It was a week later and Shannon was still comatose. He had definately gotten the worst of the crash. Whoever had hit the car had hit into Shannons' side. It was the side that had gotten the most damage. But, since Jeff hadn't worn his seat belt, when his door had flown off, he had flown with it before the car quit rolling. Shannon had needed emergancy surgery on hsi ribs and lungs, and left leg,t oo.
One of his ribs had punctured his lung.
"Jeff."
Jeff looked up as his brother walked in. "You've been here all day. Don't you think you should go rest?" Matt asked, rubbing Jeff's good shoulder.
"What if he wakes up and I'm not here? He'll be scarred out of his mind. Someone needs to be here and I want it to be me."
Matt sighed, "Has Vince or Chris been here yet?" (A/N- This ain't slash, Chris is Shannon's other best friend)
"Vince is comin' in tomorrow. Chris tried coming in, but he couldn't bring himself to, you know. He's stayed with Shann's family yesterday and going back to work next week."
"That's good. I mean, that he's taking a little break."
"Yeah."
Both brothers looked up as there was a knock on the door. "Matt Hardy, you have a phone call at the front desk." A nurse said before leaving again.
"Upu want me to come back?" Matt asked, heading to the door.
Jeff shrugged, "Your decision."
Jeff settled in the chair again as Matt left. Looking ovewr Shannon, he sighed. He looked terrible. He was hooked u pt o some machines, his forehead was wrapped. He was pale, a light blue tinge on his lips. There were stitches above and below his right eye, his arms were black and blue with bruises. His wrist adn left leg were wrapped and cast where he had been caught in the car and the bone had shattered. He still hadn't returned to his normal breathing and six fingers had been splinted. A Mess.
Jeff shook his head. If only he hadn't insisted they go down that hill. But then again, wasn't there always an 'if only' in cases. Jeff carefully leaned on to Shannon's bed with his good arm, shaking his head again.
Gil Hardy sighed quietly as he walked in and noticed hsi youngest son. "Jeff, son, don't you think you should come home with me?" he asked quietly.
"Dad, I told Matt, what if he wakes up adn I wasn't here?"
"Son, I understand that you want to stay, but they say it could take weeks. Besides, I don't think it's good for you. I don't think it's healthy."
"Dad, I would be just as upset, maybe even more if I wasn't here." Jeff said, looking at his father.
Gil sighed again. There really was no point in arguing with the youngest Hardy. "Alright, but I need to go. Marney needs me in tonight. You call me,t hough, if you need anything or if something happens, okay? Anything."
"Yeah dad, thanks."
"Anytime."
Gil ruffled hsi sons hair before turning and leaving. Jeff stayed the rest of the day in Shannon's room, leaving only to use the bathroom. It was 7:30 that night before someone else besides a nurse came in to the room.
"Jeff, come on. You have to go now, Visiting Hours are over."
Jeff turned around, smiling a bit at Shannon's brother, Jason, and his sister, Kim. He sighed, "I think I'm gonna stay here. They can set me up a cot or something."
"I don't think you should do that Jeff. Come stay with us for a little while. You can come back in the morning ro something. Shannon wouldn't want you wasting yourself over him."
Jeff looked at Jason for a minute. Then Kim. Then Shannon. His eyes linguring a bit longer on hsi friend.
"Alright." Jeff grabbed his coat.
"They'll call us if anything happens." Kim reassured.
The drive to the Moore's house was quiet, but Jeff felt a little bit better being around people relatively going throught the same thing he was. It was always him and his mother who were closer to Shannon, not Matt and his father. Jeff ended up staying away from the hospital more than he had expected. He hurried to the phone every time it rang, but anytime he even thought about going to teh hospital, he got nervous and decided against it. More harm than good, he guessed.
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"Jeff! jeff! Open the door!!"
Jeff was startled awake by a pounding on his front door and Kim yelling at him three weeks later. He dragged himself to the door, opening it and nearly getting whicked in the face for his troubles.
"What?" He mumbled tiredly.
"He's up! Come on!"
Jeff's eyes snapped open and he quickly put on his shoes and coat, not caring that he was still in his plaid night pajamas. He clamboured intot he van, noticing that everyone else was already there. He took a seat, careful not to hit anything with his cast. They hadgiven him a walking cast, so it was easier. When they all got to the hosptial, they went down the halls to the desk that Kim had been told to go to. The woman behind the desk looked up at all of them before looking down again. She continued filing her nails and snapped her gum loudly.
"Whaddaya want?" she asked, not looking up.
It was almost hard not to flinch at her screetchy voice. I immediately reminded Jeff of the woman on The Nanny..
"Um, we're here to see Shannon Moore." Shannon's mother said, clearing her throat.
The woman snapped her gum loudly again. "Whodat?"
No on really knew what to say to this obviously unqualified woman. She snapped her gum again before wrapping it around a long, red manicured, fingernail. "Do ya need sumfin' or is ya just gonna stand there all day?" she asked.
"He's in room 219." Jason said sternly, "Shannon Moore. We were told we could go see him but we had to come here first."
"Really? Uh yeah." She ran a long nail down her notebook, "Uh, it says that you can go in."
"That's all we needed to come here for?"
"Um, yeah, I guess it is." the woman laughed.
'Oh yeah.' Jeff thought, 'Definatley The Nanny But with blonde hair.' He shivered.
"So, we can go in?" Mr. hardy asked.
"Uh....yeah."
Gil rolled his eyes. "Come on."
Jeff slowly opened the door to Shannon's room and nervously went inside.
"Hey Shann." he said, his voice shaking.
The slight blonde looked up from his wrestling magazine he was rading and smiled lightly at the group of people. Everyone took seats around the room, Jeff on the bed. Sandra kissed her son on the head.
"How are you, baby? Are you okay?" she asked, running her hand over his hair.
"I'm fine momma." he reassured.
"I was so scared. I thought you'd never wake up." She said, starting to let her tears slid down her face.
"It was pretty scarey, Shann. Do you remember?" Jeff asked.
Shannon smiled crookedly, "I hardly remember anything. I don't even remember you picking me up."
"That's actually a good thing."
"Are you okay?"
Jeff looked at his shoulder. "I'll be fine. You were the one in a coma."
"Does CJ know?" Shannon asked, worried heavily about his other best friend.
"Yeah, Chris knows. He really wanted to see you, but he couldn't bring himself to."
Jeff watched as a sad frown etched itself across his best friends face.
"So he's not here?" Shannon asked in a quiet, yet confirming voice.
"I'm sure he wants to be."
Shannon nodded slightly, settling back in the bed.
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Jeff stared at teh ceiling above him. Three months had passed since Shannon had been taken to the hospital. He had been released two weeks previous and Jeff had immediately insisted he move in to the Imagi-Nation. Shannon had started therapy, so he defiantley needed help. The bone in this lower leg had basically been crushed up to the knees and needed to be totally reconstructed. Jeff went to every therapy session and helped him at home. It was hard on both of them.
For jeff it was hard to not help. Some times, though, Shannon got so frusterated he would give up and cry and all Jeff wanted to do was say "Fine, you don't have to do it. If it's hurting you this much, you don't need to do it." SHannon's mother came over twice a week and called nearly every day. Chris had even found time to come down and see Shannon again three weeks ago.
Jeff was momentarily snapped from his thoughts, and listened quietly. Hearing nothing, but deciding to check anyways, he headed down the hall, thankful that he had gotten rid of his cast. Knocking quietly before entering, Jeff entered the dark room. Seeing nothing wrong, he turned to leave.
"Jeff?"
"Yeah Shann?"
"Will you sit with me for a little?"
"Sure, Shann." Jeff sat on the bed slowly, the springs still squeaking underneath him, "What's wrong. Did I wake you up?"
"No, I've been up. Thinking."
"Bout what?"
Shannon paused, "Who hit us that day, Jeff?"
Jeff sighed, "I don't know. They haven't found him."
"What? He drove away?"
"Yeah."
Shannon rolled on to his back and looked at Jeff for a second. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything'll be fine."
"What?"
"I can see it in your eyes. You're worried about something. Don't be. It'll all be fine."
Jeff smiled. His friend was wise beyond his years. "I know. Get some more sleep. You have a meeting with Vince tomorrow."
Shannon smiled and settled back in teh bed. "Yup. Night Jeff."
"Night Shannon."
Shannon watched the door shut slowly and the room resolve to black again before falling back asleep. Jeff listened through the door til he heard Shannon's breath even out, then went back to bed, too.
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I love reviews!! A review whore, yup, that's me! I actually got over 100 reviews on a story once and that made me feel incredibley good. I was under a different name and in the Harry Potter section. I believe it was titled something along the lines of Malfoy /Granger Truce if anyone's heard of it. I believe it was deleated. I hope you liked this story, cause I enjoyed writting it!