Joey, Dawson, Jack, Doug, Bessie and Pacey's parents sat miserably in a
state of overwhelming melancholy. Bessie sat next to Joey, comforting her
and holding her hand. There were occasional glances towards someone else
but no words were spoken.
There was nothing to say. No words could describe how anyone was feeling. The only loud sound came from the patter of the violent rain on the window.
Joey was numb. She prayed and prayed for the man she loved more than life itself to come back to her. She was dying inside, it killed her to wait outside his room as doctors and nurses struggled to pull him out of the unresponsive, sleeplike state that he was now living and breathing in. Just thinking about the word made her shudder and brought tears to her eyes.
The comfort of her friends around her gave Joey a reassuring feeling that everything was going to be all right. But still she prayed and hoped, just like everyone else.
After what seemed like hours, a doctor approached her and informed her on Pacey's condition. Joey's mind went blank as the doctor spoke of terms that Joey had never heard of. As she feared, Pacey wasn't improving. They had placed him on a ventilator, his brain swelling had damaged some brain tissue and if he came out of the coma, he would have a moderate disability.
After living through the worst waiting period of her life, she was allowed to see him. She rose from her seat and before walking through the wooden double doors, she turned with glistening tears in her eyes and looked around the room at the people she loved, for one last time.
Joey gripped the cold handle of the door and slowly opened it, laying her eyes on Pacey, lying helplessly on the bed. His eyes were closed and the long, blue ventilator tube lay in his mouth. His hands were rested by his side and his chest was rising and falling with each staggering breath.
Joey took a deep breath as she steadily walked over to his side. She took his strong hand in hers, and brought it to her face. His finger lay still and his face was draining. Her soft tears fell softly onto the sheets. Joey gazed around the room. Their wedding picture and a copy of The Little Mermaid lay on the table next to him. She had read a piece of it to him yesterday; he had fallen asleep in the middle of her reading. She managed a thin smile as she softly and carefully ran her hand through his thick brown hair.
"Pacey." She whispered quietly as she choked back sobs. "You can't leave me." "I have never lived a life without you, I don't know how to." She sobbed. "Pacey sweetheart, I know you're in so much pain." She grazed his cheek with a finger. "I'm not going anywhere, I will always," she closed her eyes as fresh tears rolled down her red cheeks, "always be there for you, whatever you need sweetheart, I'm not going any where." She paused. "I'm here to ease your pain."
Joey laid her head her head on the bed, still clutching his hand. "Please don't leave me." "You mean the world to me and I love you, I will love you forever." She kissed his hand, laid her head back down and cried in the sheets. "I can't say goodbye to you." She whispered.
Pacey's hand jerked slightly and she lifted her head. His eyes slowly opened and he turned toward her. Those eyes, those tired and exhausted brown eyes looked at her and Joey knew exactly was he was thinking at that moment.
He grasped her hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb. She looked into his tear-drenched eyes as he slowly closed them. Then, with his body desperately trying to hold on, he took one long, last, deep, drawn-in breath. As his hand went limp in hers, a deafening blank sound echoed through Joey's ears.
The nurses quickly rushed in but Joey stopped them, as she laid one last kiss on her husband's warm cheek. He was no longer suffering.
Joey's eyes filled with tears as she walked out of his desolate room. When she walked back to the waiting room, tear-stained faces met her own as she burst out in tears.
There was nothing to say. No words could describe how anyone was feeling. The only loud sound came from the patter of the violent rain on the window.
Joey was numb. She prayed and prayed for the man she loved more than life itself to come back to her. She was dying inside, it killed her to wait outside his room as doctors and nurses struggled to pull him out of the unresponsive, sleeplike state that he was now living and breathing in. Just thinking about the word made her shudder and brought tears to her eyes.
The comfort of her friends around her gave Joey a reassuring feeling that everything was going to be all right. But still she prayed and hoped, just like everyone else.
After what seemed like hours, a doctor approached her and informed her on Pacey's condition. Joey's mind went blank as the doctor spoke of terms that Joey had never heard of. As she feared, Pacey wasn't improving. They had placed him on a ventilator, his brain swelling had damaged some brain tissue and if he came out of the coma, he would have a moderate disability.
After living through the worst waiting period of her life, she was allowed to see him. She rose from her seat and before walking through the wooden double doors, she turned with glistening tears in her eyes and looked around the room at the people she loved, for one last time.
Joey gripped the cold handle of the door and slowly opened it, laying her eyes on Pacey, lying helplessly on the bed. His eyes were closed and the long, blue ventilator tube lay in his mouth. His hands were rested by his side and his chest was rising and falling with each staggering breath.
Joey took a deep breath as she steadily walked over to his side. She took his strong hand in hers, and brought it to her face. His finger lay still and his face was draining. Her soft tears fell softly onto the sheets. Joey gazed around the room. Their wedding picture and a copy of The Little Mermaid lay on the table next to him. She had read a piece of it to him yesterday; he had fallen asleep in the middle of her reading. She managed a thin smile as she softly and carefully ran her hand through his thick brown hair.
"Pacey." She whispered quietly as she choked back sobs. "You can't leave me." "I have never lived a life without you, I don't know how to." She sobbed. "Pacey sweetheart, I know you're in so much pain." She grazed his cheek with a finger. "I'm not going anywhere, I will always," she closed her eyes as fresh tears rolled down her red cheeks, "always be there for you, whatever you need sweetheart, I'm not going any where." She paused. "I'm here to ease your pain."
Joey laid her head her head on the bed, still clutching his hand. "Please don't leave me." "You mean the world to me and I love you, I will love you forever." She kissed his hand, laid her head back down and cried in the sheets. "I can't say goodbye to you." She whispered.
Pacey's hand jerked slightly and she lifted her head. His eyes slowly opened and he turned toward her. Those eyes, those tired and exhausted brown eyes looked at her and Joey knew exactly was he was thinking at that moment.
He grasped her hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb. She looked into his tear-drenched eyes as he slowly closed them. Then, with his body desperately trying to hold on, he took one long, last, deep, drawn-in breath. As his hand went limp in hers, a deafening blank sound echoed through Joey's ears.
The nurses quickly rushed in but Joey stopped them, as she laid one last kiss on her husband's warm cheek. He was no longer suffering.
Joey's eyes filled with tears as she walked out of his desolate room. When she walked back to the waiting room, tear-stained faces met her own as she burst out in tears.