Speed, Sparky, Sprital, Chim Chim, Trixie, Pops, and Mrs. Racer were
all scattered around Style's hospital room. Speed sat in a chair next to
the bed with Trixie on his lap. A cot had been brought for Sprital and he
and Chim Chim lay there fast asleep. Sparky sat in a chair on the opposite
side of the bed from Speed. Pops and Mrs. Racer sat in chairs against the
wall. The room was completely silent except for the steady beeping of the
heart-rate monitor.
Style was still unconscious. The doctors said that she was extremely malnourished. Their guess was that she would often skip meals or go days without eating. She was hooked up to several IVs that fed nutrients into her body. The doctors had told them that there was nothing else that they could do. If Style didn't wake up within two weeks they would have to pull the life support.
Speed held her right hand and Sparky held her left. All they could do was pray that she would wake up soon. Pops sat there staring at her. He never would have thought that Style could have gotten so sick. She had almost never gotten sick when she was young. She also had always had a healthy appetite. He couldn't help but think that it was all a dream. Style had always been a lively healthy young girl. She wasn't still even when she was asleep. Now she just lay in her hospital so still and motionless that the only thing that assured them that she was still alive was that slight rising and falling of her chest.
"I can't take this anymore!" Speed yelled pounding his fist against the armrest of his chair causing Trixie to jump.
"Speed calm down," Trixie said soothingly. "Style is going to be just fine. She just needs a little time."
"I should have noticed that something was wrong," Sparky said guiltily. "She told me about her weird eating habits. I should have known!"
"Blaming ourselves isn't going to help Style," Trixie told the two of them sternly. "If she found out that we were blaming ourselves she would feel really guilty. That won't help any of us."
"What's all the yelling about?" Sprital asked sleepily lifting up his head.
"Nothing baby," Mrs. Racer told him. "Go back to sleep."
"Has Sissy woken up yet?" Sprital asked them.
"Not yet sweetheart," Mrs. Racer said. "Now go back to sleep. We'll wake you up the minute that Style wakes up."
Sprital nodded his head laid back down. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep. Mrs. Racer went over and covered up Sprital and Chim Chim with a light blanket that was on the end of the cot. Speed, Trixie, and Sparky were asleep as well. She pulled two extra blankets off of a shelf and draped one Speed and Trixie then draped the other over Sparky.
"They're all so worn out," she whispered to Pops as she sat down. "Well let's just be thankful that they're sleeping. Do you remember when Style got on that car accident when she was seven with her friend Amy and her parents?"
"That wreck put Style in a coma for a week," Pops said. "Speed wouldn't leave her bedside for anything. He wouldn't even go to sleep because he wanted to be right there wide-awake when she woke up. He would drink a whole pot of coffee every day. He even handcuffed himself to her bed swallowed the key. We had to call a locksmith to get him unhooked."
"Rex was right there with her too," Mrs. Racer added. "Though he didn't take quite as drastic measures to stay there with Style."
Speed and Trixie stirred beneath their blanket. Pops and Mrs. Racer quieted immediately and looked over at them. Trixie laid her head on Speed's shoulder and Speed wrapped his arms around her waist. They looked so perfect together. Sparky sighed and pulled his legs up into the chair hugging his knees to his chest. Mrs. Racer and Pops both soon fell asleep as well.
Style rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face into her pillows. Her arms were sore and her head felt like it had been run over by a truck. She heard people starting to move around her but it hurt too much to open her eyes.
"Style wasn't like that when we went to sleep was she?" Speed asked. Then she felt someone gently shake her shoulder. "Ty are you awake?" Speed whispered in her ear.
"Speedy go away and let me sleep," she grumbled. "I feel like I was run over by a truck."
"Everybody she's okay!" Speed shouted happily. "She's awake!"
Style felt everyone come over and hug her. "I can't breath," she reminded everyone after several minutes of squeezing.
"Style Nicole Racer don't you ever scare us like that again," Mrs. Racer told her sternly. "I get enough of a fright when Speed crashes on the race course."
"I'll try not to Mama," Style said smiling. "You know that Speedy and I just love to see how far we can push you every now and then though."
"Style what was it like being in a coma?" Sprital asked her.
"Well I could here everything that you were saying," Style told them. "I was talking back to all of you yet you never heard me. I tried to move my arms and legs yet I couldn't. It was so strange. I didn't know what was going on. My whole body was paralyzed."
"Well sweetheart we should let you rest," Mrs. Racer said. "Come on everyone let's go."
"Bye sissy," Sprital said as he climbed up onto Style's bed and gave his big sister a hug. "I'll get Speedy to come back later and bring me with him."
"You can come back," Style told him. "As long as you don't come by stowing away in the trunk of the Mack Five."
"I'll bring him by later," Speed assured her as he bent over and kissed her cheek. "I love you Racer Girl."
"I love you too Speedy," Style told him. "When you come back later could you bring me a couple of books? The only fun I'm probably going to have is going for a ride on my bed."
"COOL!!!" Sprital shouted. "Can I go on a ride too?"
"Style was kidding sweetie," Mrs. Racer told her youngest son. "I'll be sure that Speed brings those books for you dear."
"Who said I was." Style began but stopped when she looked at her mother's face. "Yhea I was just kidding. Bye Mama. I love you."
"Goodbye dear," Mrs. Racer told her daughter and kissed her forehead. "I love you too."
Much to Style's surprise Pops leaned over and kissed her cheek. She let two fingers rest on the place where his lips had touched. However her thoughts were interrupted when Sparky squeezed her free hand and Trixie leaned over and gave her a hug. Style told every one goodbye and rolled over onto her stomach. She had slept on her stomach since she was a little kid. Soon she was fast asleep.
Style was still unconscious. The doctors said that she was extremely malnourished. Their guess was that she would often skip meals or go days without eating. She was hooked up to several IVs that fed nutrients into her body. The doctors had told them that there was nothing else that they could do. If Style didn't wake up within two weeks they would have to pull the life support.
Speed held her right hand and Sparky held her left. All they could do was pray that she would wake up soon. Pops sat there staring at her. He never would have thought that Style could have gotten so sick. She had almost never gotten sick when she was young. She also had always had a healthy appetite. He couldn't help but think that it was all a dream. Style had always been a lively healthy young girl. She wasn't still even when she was asleep. Now she just lay in her hospital so still and motionless that the only thing that assured them that she was still alive was that slight rising and falling of her chest.
"I can't take this anymore!" Speed yelled pounding his fist against the armrest of his chair causing Trixie to jump.
"Speed calm down," Trixie said soothingly. "Style is going to be just fine. She just needs a little time."
"I should have noticed that something was wrong," Sparky said guiltily. "She told me about her weird eating habits. I should have known!"
"Blaming ourselves isn't going to help Style," Trixie told the two of them sternly. "If she found out that we were blaming ourselves she would feel really guilty. That won't help any of us."
"What's all the yelling about?" Sprital asked sleepily lifting up his head.
"Nothing baby," Mrs. Racer told him. "Go back to sleep."
"Has Sissy woken up yet?" Sprital asked them.
"Not yet sweetheart," Mrs. Racer said. "Now go back to sleep. We'll wake you up the minute that Style wakes up."
Sprital nodded his head laid back down. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep. Mrs. Racer went over and covered up Sprital and Chim Chim with a light blanket that was on the end of the cot. Speed, Trixie, and Sparky were asleep as well. She pulled two extra blankets off of a shelf and draped one Speed and Trixie then draped the other over Sparky.
"They're all so worn out," she whispered to Pops as she sat down. "Well let's just be thankful that they're sleeping. Do you remember when Style got on that car accident when she was seven with her friend Amy and her parents?"
"That wreck put Style in a coma for a week," Pops said. "Speed wouldn't leave her bedside for anything. He wouldn't even go to sleep because he wanted to be right there wide-awake when she woke up. He would drink a whole pot of coffee every day. He even handcuffed himself to her bed swallowed the key. We had to call a locksmith to get him unhooked."
"Rex was right there with her too," Mrs. Racer added. "Though he didn't take quite as drastic measures to stay there with Style."
Speed and Trixie stirred beneath their blanket. Pops and Mrs. Racer quieted immediately and looked over at them. Trixie laid her head on Speed's shoulder and Speed wrapped his arms around her waist. They looked so perfect together. Sparky sighed and pulled his legs up into the chair hugging his knees to his chest. Mrs. Racer and Pops both soon fell asleep as well.
Style rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face into her pillows. Her arms were sore and her head felt like it had been run over by a truck. She heard people starting to move around her but it hurt too much to open her eyes.
"Style wasn't like that when we went to sleep was she?" Speed asked. Then she felt someone gently shake her shoulder. "Ty are you awake?" Speed whispered in her ear.
"Speedy go away and let me sleep," she grumbled. "I feel like I was run over by a truck."
"Everybody she's okay!" Speed shouted happily. "She's awake!"
Style felt everyone come over and hug her. "I can't breath," she reminded everyone after several minutes of squeezing.
"Style Nicole Racer don't you ever scare us like that again," Mrs. Racer told her sternly. "I get enough of a fright when Speed crashes on the race course."
"I'll try not to Mama," Style said smiling. "You know that Speedy and I just love to see how far we can push you every now and then though."
"Style what was it like being in a coma?" Sprital asked her.
"Well I could here everything that you were saying," Style told them. "I was talking back to all of you yet you never heard me. I tried to move my arms and legs yet I couldn't. It was so strange. I didn't know what was going on. My whole body was paralyzed."
"Well sweetheart we should let you rest," Mrs. Racer said. "Come on everyone let's go."
"Bye sissy," Sprital said as he climbed up onto Style's bed and gave his big sister a hug. "I'll get Speedy to come back later and bring me with him."
"You can come back," Style told him. "As long as you don't come by stowing away in the trunk of the Mack Five."
"I'll bring him by later," Speed assured her as he bent over and kissed her cheek. "I love you Racer Girl."
"I love you too Speedy," Style told him. "When you come back later could you bring me a couple of books? The only fun I'm probably going to have is going for a ride on my bed."
"COOL!!!" Sprital shouted. "Can I go on a ride too?"
"Style was kidding sweetie," Mrs. Racer told her youngest son. "I'll be sure that Speed brings those books for you dear."
"Who said I was." Style began but stopped when she looked at her mother's face. "Yhea I was just kidding. Bye Mama. I love you."
"Goodbye dear," Mrs. Racer told her daughter and kissed her forehead. "I love you too."
Much to Style's surprise Pops leaned over and kissed her cheek. She let two fingers rest on the place where his lips had touched. However her thoughts were interrupted when Sparky squeezed her free hand and Trixie leaned over and gave her a hug. Style told every one goodbye and rolled over onto her stomach. She had slept on her stomach since she was a little kid. Soon she was fast asleep.