okey-dokey, here is some more of this traumatic story......i sound so dumb.
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"Visiting hours will be over quite shortly," said the man behind the desk at the hospital. "But. . .seeing as how the. . .under the circumstances, we've decided to allow you a little extra time. Just remember: the best thing for him now is rest."
"Thank you so much," Zelda whispered.
The man sighed, and pointed down the hall with his pen. "Room B204."
Zelda bumped into a doctor coming out of Link's room as she was attempting to make her way in. "Sorry," she said.
Staring at her, the doctor finally asked, "You wouldn't happen to be Zelda, would you?"
"Yes, I am," Zelda answered, a little confused. "How did. . .you. . ."
"Link's been asking for you ever since he got here," the doctor responded. "He keeps on falling in and out of sleep, so I'm not sure exactly how he'll be for the ten minutes we can give you. . ."
"Thank you, doctor," Zelda whispered, entering the room.
A small gasp of pain and horror escaped Zelda's lips as she saw Link lying in a pearl-white bed. She could only see Link from his chest and up, and most of it was bandaged heavily. His eyes were closed, his head turned slightly to the left.
Zelda picked up a chair and put it next to the side of the bed. Crying softly, she reached out a hand and took Link's gently. Briefly, she brought it to her lips and squeezed it gently. "I love you," she said in a whisper.
"Love you," she heard, feeling Link squeeze her hand back.
"Link, you're awake!" she said, starting to cry a little louder. "What in heaven's name happened to you?! How did you get in that car accident?!"
"My dad asked to drive," Link said in a hoarse voice. "I shouldn't have let him. . . he was drunk. . ."
"That's what they said on the radio," Zelda sniffed.
"I was wondering how you found out," Link said. Using all the strength he had left, he brought Zelda's hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers. "I'm sorry that this had to happen." He coughed.
"Don't talk if it hurts," Zelda said soothingly, putting her other hand over his lips. "I know this has been a horrid night for you. . .just thank God you aren't dead." She took in a sharp breath, remembering what the radio had said about Link's father, but he didn't seem to really react in a certain way.
"Thank God," she heard him whisper.
"You're crying," Zelda whispered, still weeping a bit herself. She leaned over and wiped the tears off his face, along with some loose strands of hair. Zelda lowered her lips to his cheeks stained with tears, eventually moving on to Link's own mouth. He reached up on arm to stroke her neck, then brought it down as he broke off the kiss.
"I should've told you this before," he said, still speaking in a hoarse voice. "But the doctors are afraid there's something wrong with my lungs, or something like that. I heard them say that there's only a fifty percent chance of my making it through this."
The news struck Zelda like lightning. The idea that Link might die was just unthinkable. It took a moment for this to register in her mind. "I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered. "Not as long as I'm still here. . .nothing will happen. I won't let it."
"'Scuse me miss, your time's up," said the doctor, opening the door a crack.
"I love you," Zelda said, standing up as Link fell asleep again. She hastened out of the room and towards the elevator. She had to escape this mad place that reeked of death and dying, of people weeping over lost souls.
Zelda made it to the ground floor, and ran out of the hospital. She raced right past her car, and just kept on running, as if that was what kept her alive.
'Fifty percent,' she thought. 'That's still half a chance, isn't it? Nothing will happen to Link, nothing can. . .half a chance!'
Suddenly, she came to a halt. Screaming in rage, she picked up an empty soda can and threw it as hard as she could towards a stoplight.
'Why did this have to happen to us?' Zelda thought desperately. 'This is always what you expect to happen to someone else!' Then a bitter voice inside her said, 'But to someone else, you ARE someone else.'
She turned sharply to her right, looking for some place of comfort, of consolation. Then it hit her: she was standing right outside of that church Link had showed her before. That small hole in the wall, with the stained glass windows.
Zelda looked around her. Because of the rain, not very many people were walking around in the streets. Hesitantly, she walked towards the church. The steps leading up to the doors seemed long and steep, but she made it in time. Not really sure of where her feet were leading her, Zelda saw herself opening the door and stepping inside.
The shadow of a man approached her from the darkness of another room. They stared at each other for a long time. This man was wearing a turned- around collar, and a long overcoat. He must be a priest.
The priest stared at Zelda. Dripping from head to toe, he noticed the girl's black pants with straps, her leather jacket, and the eye makeup that was slightly smudged. She was glad that her "Pre-School drop-out" shirt was covered by her jacket.
"May I help you?" he finally asked.
Zelda wasn't exactly sure how to answer. "I just. . .I wanted to come in here to pray. . .a friend of mine told me this was a good place."
"I was just leaving," the priest said, giving Zelda a last judging look. "Anyone is welcome in the house of God, child. I hope he answers your prayers."
"Thank you," she said in and inaudible whisper as the priest walked past her. She heard the door slam loudly behind her.
Gulping, Zelda walked towards the chapel. Rows and rows of long, benches filled the gigantic room, all of them covered in layers of dust. Hundreds of small candles lit the pulpit, adding an eerie sort of glow to the room. But it was a comforting glow.
And there was that stained glass Link had talked to her about. All the colors made up beautiful images on the windows, describing Bible stories: there was Christ in the center, dressed in a white robe; Mary held a baby Jesus in her arms on one side, and there also stood several other artworks--too many to describe.
Zelda's feet lead her to the very front of the room, directly in front of the pulpit. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, clasping her hands together and bowing her head. Her eyes shut automatically, tears getting squeezed out of them.
"Please, God," she whispered softly. She sighed. "I know that I've done a lot of. . . a lot of bad things in my life. And I regret them all, Father, I repent. I n-now realize the error o-of my ways, and I want to better my life.
My Father, as you know, Link i-is in a. . ." Zelda gulped and her voice cracked slightly. "A c-critical condition, a-and he might be in danger of death." She heard her voice rising in desperation. "I know and understand what I've done wrong in my life, b-but if you take away Link, you'll be taking away the only good soul I've ever met in my life. He's the one w-who's made me who I am today! Without Link, I wouldn't have ever realized w-what I've done wrong, he's the one who taught me what was right!" She couldn't seem to say this enough. "H-he's the only one who's ever b-bothered to teach me h-how to do as you say!
Please, my Savior, my God, spare his life. I ask you in faith and in prayer that he may be restored t-to me a-and the rest of the world." Zelda's eyes opened as she stared back at the painting of Christ. She could see the clouds parting in the sky outside of the monumental windows, and the light of a full moon shone brightly through it.
Wiping away at her eyes as she slowly got to her feet, Zelda looked up. The colored glass had shone onto the chapel's floor, filling the room with a highlighted sort of glow. Making her way towards the door, Zelda was filled with a feeling that her prayers had been answered.
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"Visiting hours will be over quite shortly," said the man behind the desk at the hospital. "But. . .seeing as how the. . .under the circumstances, we've decided to allow you a little extra time. Just remember: the best thing for him now is rest."
"Thank you so much," Zelda whispered.
The man sighed, and pointed down the hall with his pen. "Room B204."
Zelda bumped into a doctor coming out of Link's room as she was attempting to make her way in. "Sorry," she said.
Staring at her, the doctor finally asked, "You wouldn't happen to be Zelda, would you?"
"Yes, I am," Zelda answered, a little confused. "How did. . .you. . ."
"Link's been asking for you ever since he got here," the doctor responded. "He keeps on falling in and out of sleep, so I'm not sure exactly how he'll be for the ten minutes we can give you. . ."
"Thank you, doctor," Zelda whispered, entering the room.
A small gasp of pain and horror escaped Zelda's lips as she saw Link lying in a pearl-white bed. She could only see Link from his chest and up, and most of it was bandaged heavily. His eyes were closed, his head turned slightly to the left.
Zelda picked up a chair and put it next to the side of the bed. Crying softly, she reached out a hand and took Link's gently. Briefly, she brought it to her lips and squeezed it gently. "I love you," she said in a whisper.
"Love you," she heard, feeling Link squeeze her hand back.
"Link, you're awake!" she said, starting to cry a little louder. "What in heaven's name happened to you?! How did you get in that car accident?!"
"My dad asked to drive," Link said in a hoarse voice. "I shouldn't have let him. . . he was drunk. . ."
"That's what they said on the radio," Zelda sniffed.
"I was wondering how you found out," Link said. Using all the strength he had left, he brought Zelda's hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers. "I'm sorry that this had to happen." He coughed.
"Don't talk if it hurts," Zelda said soothingly, putting her other hand over his lips. "I know this has been a horrid night for you. . .just thank God you aren't dead." She took in a sharp breath, remembering what the radio had said about Link's father, but he didn't seem to really react in a certain way.
"Thank God," she heard him whisper.
"You're crying," Zelda whispered, still weeping a bit herself. She leaned over and wiped the tears off his face, along with some loose strands of hair. Zelda lowered her lips to his cheeks stained with tears, eventually moving on to Link's own mouth. He reached up on arm to stroke her neck, then brought it down as he broke off the kiss.
"I should've told you this before," he said, still speaking in a hoarse voice. "But the doctors are afraid there's something wrong with my lungs, or something like that. I heard them say that there's only a fifty percent chance of my making it through this."
The news struck Zelda like lightning. The idea that Link might die was just unthinkable. It took a moment for this to register in her mind. "I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered. "Not as long as I'm still here. . .nothing will happen. I won't let it."
"'Scuse me miss, your time's up," said the doctor, opening the door a crack.
"I love you," Zelda said, standing up as Link fell asleep again. She hastened out of the room and towards the elevator. She had to escape this mad place that reeked of death and dying, of people weeping over lost souls.
Zelda made it to the ground floor, and ran out of the hospital. She raced right past her car, and just kept on running, as if that was what kept her alive.
'Fifty percent,' she thought. 'That's still half a chance, isn't it? Nothing will happen to Link, nothing can. . .half a chance!'
Suddenly, she came to a halt. Screaming in rage, she picked up an empty soda can and threw it as hard as she could towards a stoplight.
'Why did this have to happen to us?' Zelda thought desperately. 'This is always what you expect to happen to someone else!' Then a bitter voice inside her said, 'But to someone else, you ARE someone else.'
She turned sharply to her right, looking for some place of comfort, of consolation. Then it hit her: she was standing right outside of that church Link had showed her before. That small hole in the wall, with the stained glass windows.
Zelda looked around her. Because of the rain, not very many people were walking around in the streets. Hesitantly, she walked towards the church. The steps leading up to the doors seemed long and steep, but she made it in time. Not really sure of where her feet were leading her, Zelda saw herself opening the door and stepping inside.
The shadow of a man approached her from the darkness of another room. They stared at each other for a long time. This man was wearing a turned- around collar, and a long overcoat. He must be a priest.
The priest stared at Zelda. Dripping from head to toe, he noticed the girl's black pants with straps, her leather jacket, and the eye makeup that was slightly smudged. She was glad that her "Pre-School drop-out" shirt was covered by her jacket.
"May I help you?" he finally asked.
Zelda wasn't exactly sure how to answer. "I just. . .I wanted to come in here to pray. . .a friend of mine told me this was a good place."
"I was just leaving," the priest said, giving Zelda a last judging look. "Anyone is welcome in the house of God, child. I hope he answers your prayers."
"Thank you," she said in and inaudible whisper as the priest walked past her. She heard the door slam loudly behind her.
Gulping, Zelda walked towards the chapel. Rows and rows of long, benches filled the gigantic room, all of them covered in layers of dust. Hundreds of small candles lit the pulpit, adding an eerie sort of glow to the room. But it was a comforting glow.
And there was that stained glass Link had talked to her about. All the colors made up beautiful images on the windows, describing Bible stories: there was Christ in the center, dressed in a white robe; Mary held a baby Jesus in her arms on one side, and there also stood several other artworks--too many to describe.
Zelda's feet lead her to the very front of the room, directly in front of the pulpit. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, clasping her hands together and bowing her head. Her eyes shut automatically, tears getting squeezed out of them.
"Please, God," she whispered softly. She sighed. "I know that I've done a lot of. . . a lot of bad things in my life. And I regret them all, Father, I repent. I n-now realize the error o-of my ways, and I want to better my life.
My Father, as you know, Link i-is in a. . ." Zelda gulped and her voice cracked slightly. "A c-critical condition, a-and he might be in danger of death." She heard her voice rising in desperation. "I know and understand what I've done wrong in my life, b-but if you take away Link, you'll be taking away the only good soul I've ever met in my life. He's the one w-who's made me who I am today! Without Link, I wouldn't have ever realized w-what I've done wrong, he's the one who taught me what was right!" She couldn't seem to say this enough. "H-he's the only one who's ever b-bothered to teach me h-how to do as you say!
Please, my Savior, my God, spare his life. I ask you in faith and in prayer that he may be restored t-to me a-and the rest of the world." Zelda's eyes opened as she stared back at the painting of Christ. She could see the clouds parting in the sky outside of the monumental windows, and the light of a full moon shone brightly through it.
Wiping away at her eyes as she slowly got to her feet, Zelda looked up. The colored glass had shone onto the chapel's floor, filling the room with a highlighted sort of glow. Making her way towards the door, Zelda was filled with a feeling that her prayers had been answered.
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