CHAPTER 2 - The Accident
GEORGE WASHINGTON HOSPITAL. 11:34 AM. John woke up having the strangest dream about Monica. He dreamt he brought Monica to his house where they had the longest talks about each other and about their hidden love. He also remembered in full detail about Monica's dream and about being attracted to one another. It seemed so real. John grabbed the back of his neck, rubbing it constantly. It hurt from sleeping in the same position. He looked up and saw Monica and realized the dream he had, wasn't real after all. Monica was lying on a hospital bed, a tube in her mouth and she was on a breathing machine. The door opened from behind and John turned and saw Assistant Director Skinner at the door. "Sir?" he asked confused. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Skinner asked, calmly. John shook his head. Skinner sighed deeply as he looked over at Monica. He beckoned for John to follow him outside and John did.
"Monica's in a coma, Agent Doggett."
John's eyes widened at the sudden out burst from AD Skinner. "How?" John asked. Skinner gave a confused look. "You seriously don't remember?" Skinner asked. John shook his head.
"John," Skinner replied, "you and Monica got into a car accident. On your way to Monica's apartment. Of course you were both out cold, but when you awoke and found out, you rushed into her room and you've been there ever since..." Tears built up in John's eyes. "Sir," John asked in a whisper. "Was it my fault? Did I do this?"
"No," Skinner said sharply. "A drunk driver was on the wrong side of the road. His head lights weren't on and he crashed into you head on...If you didn't have your seatbelts on, you'd both be dead right now." John swallowed hard at this. How could something like this happen to them? Even hearing it from AD Skinner, John was still a skeptic, and believed there was something more to it, but there wasn't. "Sir, what are Monica's chances of getting out of this coma?"
"Very slim, agent." "How slim?" John barked. Skinner stared at him for a moment. "She's most likely going to stay in a coma for a very long time. She may come out of it anytime, but the chances are not good. Her mother and family friends are already thinking about pulling the plug."
John wanted to die right then and there. He wished he were in the coma rather than Monica. "They can't do that to her, not yet," John replied. Skinner nodded. "I agree and we're both going to try to do everything in our power to go against what they want, agreed?" Skinner asked. John nodded.
GEORGE WASHINGTON HOSPITAL. 11:54 AM. John walked back into Monica's room after AD Skinner left. John wanted to cry so badly, but just like in his dream, he knew if he did, he'd end up hiding his emotions. He sat down on the chair next to Monica's bed and grabbed her hand, rubbing it gently. "Come back to us, Monica. Please, come back to us." John put his head on the bed and listened as Monica breathed through the tube. His eyes closed, his hand still on hers, and slowly he drifted off to sleep.
GEORGE WASHINGTON HOSPITAL. 11:34 AM. John woke up having the strangest dream about Monica. He dreamt he brought Monica to his house where they had the longest talks about each other and about their hidden love. He also remembered in full detail about Monica's dream and about being attracted to one another. It seemed so real. John grabbed the back of his neck, rubbing it constantly. It hurt from sleeping in the same position. He looked up and saw Monica and realized the dream he had, wasn't real after all. Monica was lying on a hospital bed, a tube in her mouth and she was on a breathing machine. The door opened from behind and John turned and saw Assistant Director Skinner at the door. "Sir?" he asked confused. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Skinner asked, calmly. John shook his head. Skinner sighed deeply as he looked over at Monica. He beckoned for John to follow him outside and John did.
"Monica's in a coma, Agent Doggett."
John's eyes widened at the sudden out burst from AD Skinner. "How?" John asked. Skinner gave a confused look. "You seriously don't remember?" Skinner asked. John shook his head.
"John," Skinner replied, "you and Monica got into a car accident. On your way to Monica's apartment. Of course you were both out cold, but when you awoke and found out, you rushed into her room and you've been there ever since..." Tears built up in John's eyes. "Sir," John asked in a whisper. "Was it my fault? Did I do this?"
"No," Skinner said sharply. "A drunk driver was on the wrong side of the road. His head lights weren't on and he crashed into you head on...If you didn't have your seatbelts on, you'd both be dead right now." John swallowed hard at this. How could something like this happen to them? Even hearing it from AD Skinner, John was still a skeptic, and believed there was something more to it, but there wasn't. "Sir, what are Monica's chances of getting out of this coma?"
"Very slim, agent." "How slim?" John barked. Skinner stared at him for a moment. "She's most likely going to stay in a coma for a very long time. She may come out of it anytime, but the chances are not good. Her mother and family friends are already thinking about pulling the plug."
John wanted to die right then and there. He wished he were in the coma rather than Monica. "They can't do that to her, not yet," John replied. Skinner nodded. "I agree and we're both going to try to do everything in our power to go against what they want, agreed?" Skinner asked. John nodded.
GEORGE WASHINGTON HOSPITAL. 11:54 AM. John walked back into Monica's room after AD Skinner left. John wanted to cry so badly, but just like in his dream, he knew if he did, he'd end up hiding his emotions. He sat down on the chair next to Monica's bed and grabbed her hand, rubbing it gently. "Come back to us, Monica. Please, come back to us." John put his head on the bed and listened as Monica breathed through the tube. His eyes closed, his hand still on hers, and slowly he drifted off to sleep.