A/N: Well I couldn't decide weather to have Ty live or die.
Sooooooooooooooo, I flipped a coin. And I decided. Well I'm gonna let you
read the chapter and find out for yourself. To let her live, or to make her
die, I just can't choose. Maybe I'll.
Speed stood beside Ty's bed. The IV's had been removed from her arms and the nurse unplugged the heart monitor. She didn't need them anymore. For over a week she had been in a coma. The nurse pulled the sheets up and unplugged the life support system. Style didn't need any of the things that had enabled her to live for the past week and a half anymore.
Speed let a single tear trace down his cheek. He thought of all the prayers that had been said for Ty, all the tears people had cried. Sparky and Trixie were placing all the flower arrangements that Ty had received from other racers in the Formula One racing circuit and family members in boxes so it would be easier to take them all out to the minivan. There had to be at least twenty of them. Five boxes were already filled without an inch to spare.
Sprital went around collecting all the cards and balloons that people had sent. There were more cards than flowers. They had been placed on the bedside table, in the window, on the shelves, on a table back against the wall; some had even been taped to the walls. So many people had wanted Style to live, wanted to hear her laugh, and wanted to apologize. Sprital tied all the brightly colored balloons together. There were so many of them that Chim Chim had started to float up off the ground when he grabbed them all. Chim Chim's wild antics had always made Ty laugh.
Mrs. Racer stood at the foot of the bed folding the colorful quilt she had brought for Ty. She and Ty had made it together one Christmas vacation when Style was nine. The power had gone out for two weeks because of a blizzard and Ty had been board stiff, not to mention cold. So they had sat on the couch making the quilt together with Mrs. Racer patiently teaching Ty how to sew.
Speed felt a soft hand slip into his. "Let's go home," Ty said squeezing her brother's hand. "I'm ready to get out of here.
Speed took the handles of her wheelchair and carefully pushed her to the elevator and then to the lobby. Pops was there waiting for them. He had stayed down there to fill out the necessary paperwork that was needed so that they could take Ty home. When they got to the car first Speed climbed into the middle seat and then Pops gently lifted Ty out of the chair and set her down on the seat next to Speed. Trixie, Sparky, and Sprital climbed into the back.
When they pulled up to the house Style gasped and then burst out laughing. The sign she had made then had Sparky put in the window was still there. Just as suddenly she let out a groan. She realized that another week or two of captivity awaited her. Pops stopped the car then came around and opened the door. He picked Ty up and everyone quickly pilled out. Sprital and Chim Chim raced up to the door.
When Pops reached the door carrying Style they flung the door open. People jumped out from every available hiding place and shouted surprise. Speed took Ty from Pops and carried her over to the couch. All of Ty's friends, family, and several of the racers she had met when she was a Formula One driver came over and hugged her. Many even put presents in her lap. Ty quickly wiped away the tears that had gathered in her dark eyes. She wasn't about to let everyone see her cry.
Several hours later Speed found Style fast asleep. Everyone was going home including Trixie and Sparky. Trixie kissed Speed on the cheek then grabbed her purse. Sparky waved goodbye to everyone and left as well. Sprital sat fast asleep on the stairs. Speed picked Ty up and carried her to her room. He tucked her in and turned off the light. He couldn't describe how happy he was to have her home.
Speed stood beside Ty's bed. The IV's had been removed from her arms and the nurse unplugged the heart monitor. She didn't need them anymore. For over a week she had been in a coma. The nurse pulled the sheets up and unplugged the life support system. Style didn't need any of the things that had enabled her to live for the past week and a half anymore.
Speed let a single tear trace down his cheek. He thought of all the prayers that had been said for Ty, all the tears people had cried. Sparky and Trixie were placing all the flower arrangements that Ty had received from other racers in the Formula One racing circuit and family members in boxes so it would be easier to take them all out to the minivan. There had to be at least twenty of them. Five boxes were already filled without an inch to spare.
Sprital went around collecting all the cards and balloons that people had sent. There were more cards than flowers. They had been placed on the bedside table, in the window, on the shelves, on a table back against the wall; some had even been taped to the walls. So many people had wanted Style to live, wanted to hear her laugh, and wanted to apologize. Sprital tied all the brightly colored balloons together. There were so many of them that Chim Chim had started to float up off the ground when he grabbed them all. Chim Chim's wild antics had always made Ty laugh.
Mrs. Racer stood at the foot of the bed folding the colorful quilt she had brought for Ty. She and Ty had made it together one Christmas vacation when Style was nine. The power had gone out for two weeks because of a blizzard and Ty had been board stiff, not to mention cold. So they had sat on the couch making the quilt together with Mrs. Racer patiently teaching Ty how to sew.
Speed felt a soft hand slip into his. "Let's go home," Ty said squeezing her brother's hand. "I'm ready to get out of here.
Speed took the handles of her wheelchair and carefully pushed her to the elevator and then to the lobby. Pops was there waiting for them. He had stayed down there to fill out the necessary paperwork that was needed so that they could take Ty home. When they got to the car first Speed climbed into the middle seat and then Pops gently lifted Ty out of the chair and set her down on the seat next to Speed. Trixie, Sparky, and Sprital climbed into the back.
When they pulled up to the house Style gasped and then burst out laughing. The sign she had made then had Sparky put in the window was still there. Just as suddenly she let out a groan. She realized that another week or two of captivity awaited her. Pops stopped the car then came around and opened the door. He picked Ty up and everyone quickly pilled out. Sprital and Chim Chim raced up to the door.
When Pops reached the door carrying Style they flung the door open. People jumped out from every available hiding place and shouted surprise. Speed took Ty from Pops and carried her over to the couch. All of Ty's friends, family, and several of the racers she had met when she was a Formula One driver came over and hugged her. Many even put presents in her lap. Ty quickly wiped away the tears that had gathered in her dark eyes. She wasn't about to let everyone see her cry.
Several hours later Speed found Style fast asleep. Everyone was going home including Trixie and Sparky. Trixie kissed Speed on the cheek then grabbed her purse. Sparky waved goodbye to everyone and left as well. Sprital sat fast asleep on the stairs. Speed picked Ty up and carried her to her room. He tucked her in and turned off the light. He couldn't describe how happy he was to have her home.