Chapter 5: Misdiagnosis!

SIX HOURS LATER.

Dave is coming back down the hall from his visit to the cafeteria. He holds a large paper coffee cup in his hand. This is his fourth coffee today. It has been a very long night, and the tiredness is beginning to show around Dave's eyes. He begins to stretch his mouth wide open as he lets out a big yawn. Just before he could take another sip from his cup, he notices four familiar figures walking up to him.

"Miss. Miller? Girls?" Dave calls out. He remembers calling them a couple of hours ago, but didn't really expect them to come over to visit today.

"Oh, David. We just had to come as soon as we could. How is our dear boy?" Miss. Miller pouted.

"He, ah, seems to be doing fine." Dave said in a confused manner.

Miss. Miller firmly places her fist on her hips and gives Dave a glare. "You don't seem so sure of that, David." She spat.

"Well, it's not easy to explain." Dave nervously replied.

"Simon is alright, isn't he?" Jeanette asked worryingly.

"Yea, of course he is.if fact, he is making a very speedy recovery." Dave comments with a surprised look on his face.

"What are we waiting for? Lets go see him!" Brittany shouts impatiently.

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IN THE RECOVERY ROOM!

The three boys sat quietly in the room. Simon now has his bed in a sitting position and is trying to have something to eat. Earlier a nurse came in and nearly passed out when she saw Simon sitting up, and breathing without his oxygen mask on. She had mentioned that it wasn't possible for Simon to recover so quickly after his experience last night. After many exams and blood tests, the nurse finally leaves and the boys could go back to their visit.

Simon yawned as he leaned back against his pillow. Even though he is recovering in an accelerated rate, he is still very tired. He lets out a deep sigh and pushes away the bed table, with the unfinished hospital food on it, away from him. Not only being tired, but trying to see for an extended length of time without his glasses is starting to give him a headache.

"Are you going to finish that, Simon" Theodore asked as he eyed the unfinished meal on the little table.

"Knock yourself out, Theodore." Simon sighs.

While Theodore helps himself to the tray of hospital food, Alvin looks up at his tired brother.

"Are you feeling alright, Simon?

"I guess. I'm still very tired though." Simon says as he looks over to Alvin, whom is sitting in the chair by the wall.

"Code Blue, ICU. Code Blue, ICU. Code Blue, ICU." Cried an announcement over the P.A.

"I wonder what 'Code Blue' stands for? And what do they mean when they say 'they see us'?" Theodore asks innocently as he scoops up another bit of Jell-O.

"It means that someone has gone under Cardiac Arrest, Theodore." Simon answered bluntly with his eyes closed.

"Arrested? Oh, so you mean that this Cardinack person stole something, and that they saw him do it?" Theo came to the conclusion.

Simon opens his eyes and gives his younger brother an annoyed look. "Theodore..."

"Yea, Simon..."

Theodore looks up to his brother with his big green eyes. Suddenly Simon didn't' have the heart to tell him what the real term of 'Cardiac Arrest' meant.

"Never mind." He grumbles as he turns his head away.

Confused, Theodore looks over to Alvin. Alvin shakes his head at how innocent Theodore can be. Theodore shrugs and focuses on the Jell-O that Simon didn't finish.

The door opens and Miss. Miller walks in with the Chipettes and Dave close behind. Simon again opened his eyes and looked up at them. Miss. Miller begins to look puzzled.

She turns to Dave with concern. "He does not look like he's in Critical Condition, David."

"I tried telling you Miss. Miller, Simon's been recovering in an accelerated rate. Even the Doctors can't explain it."

Simon threw his head back on the pillow behind him. How he wished people would stop fussing over him.

"Simon?" Miss. Miller said in a soft tone. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Miss. Miller. Just tired." Simon sighed.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Simon?" Brittany said, not really knowing what else to say.

"Oh yea, I always enjoy waking up in strange places and looking like a Borg." Simon commented in a grumbling tone as he held up his arm with the IV still stuck in it.

"Never the less, we are glad that you are alright, Simon." Jeanette says as she looks brightly up at Simon.

Simon looks up to see Jeanette. He tries to get a clear look at her, as best as he can without his glasses being on his face. Knowing that she is there, Simon smiles back at her.

"You know, when we first heard that you were in a car accident, we all thought the worst of it. But now that we see you, Simon, it doesn't look as bad as we thought." Eleanor said.

"You weren't here last night." Alvin said. "He was barely able to breathe, little alone sit up."

"So, how is it that you are all better now?" Brittany asked Simon.

"I don't know. Besides feeling a little sore along my ribs here," Simon said as he addressed the right side of his ribcage. "And a bit of headache, I feel fine."

"Strange." Eleanor said in thought.

"That doesn't make sense. From what Dave was telling us earlier, this was a serious injury you had." Jeanette said softly.

"Maybe it was, or maybe they made a mistake?" Simon inquired.

Everyone looked at him in a puzzling state.

"I mean if I was in such a serious state, I would still be unconscious.wouldn't I?" Simon asked as he looked around to his family and friends.

For a moment, everyone thought about what Simon said. None of this made sense, but could it be possible, that Simon might be right?

Brittany lets out a loud sigh, "Whatever, but does it has to be so dark in here?" She asks.

She turns around and begins to pull back the curtains to let in some sunlight.

"Arg." Simon shouts.

"What is it Simon?" Dave cries out.

"It's bright! It's bright!" Simon whines as he covers his face from the raise of the sun.

"Brittany, close the curtains!" Eleanor barked.

Brittany quickly obeyed and closed the curtains again.

"Ok, that was weird." Alvin said, sitting up from his chair.

"Are you ok? What happened?" Dave asked Simon as he placed his hand on his son's shoulder.

"I'm not sure. I-It could be because of the shock of the accident. Or possibly not having my glasses on for a long length of time. That could be affecting my tolerance to light?" Simon quickly thought up.

Slowly he looks back up to Dave and leans back against his pillow again.

"Would you like to rest for a bit? The rest of us could perhaps go to the cafeteria for a bit, and come back later?" Dave suggested.

"Ok, Dave." Simon said in a sleepy tone.

"Come on. Let's go." Dave ushered to everyone as he started to head for the door.

"See you later, Simon." Jeanette chirped.

"Ok." Simon replied.

He didn't look up at anyone as they left the room. Simon is in deep thought of what was going on. Flash glimpses of the accident appeared in his mind, but nothing made sense. Apart of him felt he should have died last night, and yet, he didn't. Simon turned to look at the curtains where Brittany tried to open moments ago. He began to realize his excuse why he suddenly became affected by the sunlight didn't make sense.

The only thing that Simon realized is that he can feel his body healing fast. The blood that pumps in his veins grew stronger. He held his hand up in front of his face to have a look at it. Through his fuzzy vision he stares and moves his hand as he feels the energy flowing through it. Suddenly and without warning, Simon's vision starts to clear up. It was like someone had just places his glasses on his face.

Quickly, Simon sat up. He began looking around the room. Everything looked clear. Simon blinked a couple of times. He then starts rubbing his eyes. When he re-opened them, still his vision came in clear as a bell.

"I can see?" He said in shock.