Disclaimer: You know this by now.
A/N: I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!! It is time to continue this beast!!!! I'm sorry for my absence, but I was suffering from severe writer's block. I still have it in the case of XA/N, so that will be put on hold for right now, until I get a good idea. In which case, I need you guys' help. Please throw any ideas at me for XA/N, because I have no idea what to do.
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Shawn hobbled into his friend's hospital room using the crutches the hospital told him that he "must" use if he ever wanted to fully heal. He made his way across the room and sat down in one of the plastic chairs next to his bed.
Shawn wondered what Chris was thinking at this moment, if he was able to think at all in a coma. He'd have to remember to ask him when he woke up. He leaned back in the chair, and for the moment was content just to sit and stare at the methodical breathing of Chris' chest. Shawn hoped that he'd get the chance to thank his friend, or simply just talk to him again.
Chris suddenly moved in his deep sleep. His head jerked back and forth, as if trying to deny something. Even in a coma, you could dream apparently. Shawn merely leaned back further into the chair and tried to think of what he could be dreaming about.
"He could be dreaming about better times," Shawn said out loud to no one in particular. Chris winced in his sleep. Shawn felt himself getting sleep as well. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
*
"Cori, open the door, I know that you're in there! Come on!! I need to take a shower!" Chris yelled through the door. Cori muttered something back at him.
"What was that?"
"I said 'I wish you weren't such a prick.'" She said, as she opened the door and stormed past him. Chris had stood there dumbfounded. When this had occurred in real life, he had followed her, demanding an explanation, and only making things worse. In this dream, he instead wondered into the bathroom and looked at the trashcan.
A discarded pregnancy test lay partially hidden under a wad of Kleenex.
Chris felt his heart sink lower into the ground. He felt so horrible for everything that he remember saying to her. He picked it up, with the box and looked at the results.
His fifteen - year - old daughter was pregnant.
And he had not known a thing.
He looked up and saw Cori standing in the doorframe. They heard the two of them arguing in the other room as, what had happened in real life.
"I didn't know how to tell you without having you overreact." Cori admitted to him. Chris, brimming with tears, merely nodded.
"I am so sorry, Cori, I should've been more patient with you. I should've tried harder for you. I am so sorry...just so sorry.." he said, walking closer to his dead daughter. She looked up at him and smiled a little.
"It's partially my fault too, Dad." She said to him. Tears rolled down Chris' face as he stepped closer and hugged his daughter. He knew that he was either dreaming or dead, since he was actually able to hug her instead of walking right through her.
"So, who was the father?" Chris asked her while they were hugging. Cori was silent for a moment, and thought about this answer.
"Someone you work with." She said quietly. Anger washed over Chris.
"Who?" He asked as patiently as he could.
"(mumbles something inaudible)"
"Who?" Chris asked her again.
"Randy Orton." She said in a very small voice. Chris closed his eyes and let that information sink in.
"Did he rape you?" He asked her gently, pulling out of their embrace to study her face.
She looked down. "Yes," she whispered. Chris felt like kicking himself. He'd been such an asshole to her on this day, and now he was regretting everything he'd said, just like he had been right after finding out she was killed.
Chris put his hand under her chin and titled it up to face him.
"I promise I will make him pay." He told her sincerely. Tears spilled over her cheeks.
"Ok," she said faintly, then like a ghost, she faded from his view. Chris walked out into the hall, and saw himself sitting on the sofa with his head buried in his hands. At that moment, he wished that he could turn back time and fix all of the things he had wronged.
But he knew that he could only try and fix things from where he was at this point in his life. There was no going back, no second chances. He had come to that conclusion the night Cori was killed.
"I believe in struggle. And I believe that the struggle is beautiful. You have to try it or you will never know what's beyond it." Chris thought. Where had he heard that quote from?
Maybe the answers would come soon as he tried to untangle the knot his life was in.
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A/N: I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!! It is time to continue this beast!!!! I'm sorry for my absence, but I was suffering from severe writer's block. I still have it in the case of XA/N, so that will be put on hold for right now, until I get a good idea. In which case, I need you guys' help. Please throw any ideas at me for XA/N, because I have no idea what to do.
**
Shawn hobbled into his friend's hospital room using the crutches the hospital told him that he "must" use if he ever wanted to fully heal. He made his way across the room and sat down in one of the plastic chairs next to his bed.
Shawn wondered what Chris was thinking at this moment, if he was able to think at all in a coma. He'd have to remember to ask him when he woke up. He leaned back in the chair, and for the moment was content just to sit and stare at the methodical breathing of Chris' chest. Shawn hoped that he'd get the chance to thank his friend, or simply just talk to him again.
Chris suddenly moved in his deep sleep. His head jerked back and forth, as if trying to deny something. Even in a coma, you could dream apparently. Shawn merely leaned back further into the chair and tried to think of what he could be dreaming about.
"He could be dreaming about better times," Shawn said out loud to no one in particular. Chris winced in his sleep. Shawn felt himself getting sleep as well. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
*
"Cori, open the door, I know that you're in there! Come on!! I need to take a shower!" Chris yelled through the door. Cori muttered something back at him.
"What was that?"
"I said 'I wish you weren't such a prick.'" She said, as she opened the door and stormed past him. Chris had stood there dumbfounded. When this had occurred in real life, he had followed her, demanding an explanation, and only making things worse. In this dream, he instead wondered into the bathroom and looked at the trashcan.
A discarded pregnancy test lay partially hidden under a wad of Kleenex.
Chris felt his heart sink lower into the ground. He felt so horrible for everything that he remember saying to her. He picked it up, with the box and looked at the results.
His fifteen - year - old daughter was pregnant.
And he had not known a thing.
He looked up and saw Cori standing in the doorframe. They heard the two of them arguing in the other room as, what had happened in real life.
"I didn't know how to tell you without having you overreact." Cori admitted to him. Chris, brimming with tears, merely nodded.
"I am so sorry, Cori, I should've been more patient with you. I should've tried harder for you. I am so sorry...just so sorry.." he said, walking closer to his dead daughter. She looked up at him and smiled a little.
"It's partially my fault too, Dad." She said to him. Tears rolled down Chris' face as he stepped closer and hugged his daughter. He knew that he was either dreaming or dead, since he was actually able to hug her instead of walking right through her.
"So, who was the father?" Chris asked her while they were hugging. Cori was silent for a moment, and thought about this answer.
"Someone you work with." She said quietly. Anger washed over Chris.
"Who?" He asked as patiently as he could.
"(mumbles something inaudible)"
"Who?" Chris asked her again.
"Randy Orton." She said in a very small voice. Chris closed his eyes and let that information sink in.
"Did he rape you?" He asked her gently, pulling out of their embrace to study her face.
She looked down. "Yes," she whispered. Chris felt like kicking himself. He'd been such an asshole to her on this day, and now he was regretting everything he'd said, just like he had been right after finding out she was killed.
Chris put his hand under her chin and titled it up to face him.
"I promise I will make him pay." He told her sincerely. Tears spilled over her cheeks.
"Ok," she said faintly, then like a ghost, she faded from his view. Chris walked out into the hall, and saw himself sitting on the sofa with his head buried in his hands. At that moment, he wished that he could turn back time and fix all of the things he had wronged.
But he knew that he could only try and fix things from where he was at this point in his life. There was no going back, no second chances. He had come to that conclusion the night Cori was killed.
"I believe in struggle. And I believe that the struggle is beautiful. You have to try it or you will never know what's beyond it." Chris thought. Where had he heard that quote from?
Maybe the answers would come soon as he tried to untangle the knot his life was in.
*