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Author's Note: Chapter 16 is here, a little earlier than expected. Thanks for your encouragement, everyone! Hope I haven't kept you waiting too long for this chapter! Very emotional. Just a few chapters left now! Don't forget to review...please?
Fate
By Suzi Roberts
Chapter 16 - Awake
The doctor practically ran over from where he stood in the corner of the room and began checking over Scott.
"Scott?" The doctor said, touching his free hand. "Scott, can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."
The Tracy clan watched again as they saw Scott react to the doctor's command.
"Right. Can we clear the area, please?" The doctor ordered.
Everyone filed out, still in shock, except for Jeff and Virgil.
"Virgil? Mr Tracy?" the doctor gestured towards the door. Jeff shook his head.
"No, doctor," he said, firm but polite. "My son needs us here when he wakes up."
"Very well."
The doctor checked over Scott again and wrote briefly in his notes, before hurrying out of the room.
Jeff and Virgil turned their attention back to Scott.
******
It was still fuzzy.
Like waking up with an agonizing hangover.
It'd been dark for what seemed like ages now.
At one point he'd heard a voice in the distance – not his father's voice, or brother's voice, but it was a voice he knew.
It was a female voice.
The voice had disappeared as he heard his father and brother's voice speaking quietly amongst themselves.
He'd tried to open his eyes.
They hadn't reacted, even though he'd put all his concentration and willpower into them.
Something told him he had to let everyone know he was still here.
Alive.
He couldn't allow himself to surrender.
He'd heard his father's sobbing.
He'd felt Virgil grasping his hand desperately, as if by some way of apology.
He'd heard the doctor arrive.
Something made him summon up all the willpower anyone could have and to squeeze his brother's hand as hard as possible.
He'd done it again when the doctor asked, too.
His head was becoming less and less fuzzy.
The deep nothingness that had surrounded him for so long was lifting.
Time began to have meaning again. He could hear a clock ticking in the background.
He summoned up his willpower again.
He willed his eyes to open as hard as he could.
Then light in the darkness.
*****
"Scott!" Virgil swallowed a sob of joy as the older man's eyes flickered open.
"Hello son." Jeff replied as the consultant walked aback into the room. Then he let out a sigh. "Oh, Scott. We nearly lost you."
"Yeah, you gave us one hell of a scare, Scott."
Scott spluttered a little as the doctor gently eased the tube from his throat.
"There you are, Mr Tracy," the doctor smiled, not saying anything else as he left the room, knowing the family needed to be alone for this moment.
Scott, after swallowing painfully a few times slowly turned his head to the side and looked his younger brother up and down.
"Virg? You're looking well."
"Well, it's been a while, Scott." Virgil replied quietly.
"H-how long have I been here?" Scott asked weakly.
"Just over three weeks," Jeff replied.
It took Scott a few moments to let this new information sink in.
Three weeks?
He'd been out for three weeks?
"Scott?" Jeff's voice interrupted his thoughts. Scott looked at his father. "What was it that brought you round?"
"I-I could hear you and Virg." Scott stammered slowly. "I could hear you talking. I couldn't understand what you were saying, but something told me I had to let you know I was still here."
Scott's eyes were closing of their own accord now.
"We'll see you later, son," he heard his father say. "We know you're tired."
Scott fell into a peaceful sleep.
*****
They emerged from the small side room and headed for the corridor, where the family stood quietly, talking amongst themselves. They looked up at Jeff and Virgil.
"He's awake."
The news brought a smile to everyone's face for the first time in days.
"I don't know about physical damage," Jeff continued, "but his mind's in full working order."
Everyone breathed a final sigh of relief.
*****
Scott could feel himself waking up again.
This time, more alert, more lively. The headache seemed to have vanished.
The only thing that hurt him was the scar from the operation.
He lay still for a few moments, enjoying the just-woken-up feeling. He carefully stretched his arms that were aching after such a long time in the same position.
As he tried to stretch his legs, he stopped dead.
They wouldn't move.
He tried to move his toes.
They wouldn't move either.
And worse than that – he couldn't feel them.
*****
Jeff walked into the room, accompanied by the rest of the family.
There was no discomfort during the visit. They laughed and joked, Scott even trying to join in at times. There was lots of chat, and a happy atmosphere hung in the air.
But Scott's main focus was to get his father by himself.
When at last Jeff said, "Well, we'd better make a move." Scott couldn't help but be a little relieved. He'd been happy to see his family and grateful for their company – but he needed to be alone with his father.
Jeff was about to leave now.
"Dad?" Scott said, in a voice barely audible. "can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure son. What's on your mind?"
"Dad," Scott began again, biting his lip to stop himself crying. He took his father's hand and looked into his worried eyes.
"It's probably nothing, really...but...it's my legs."
"What about them, Scott?"
"I can't feel them."
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End Note: I'm so mean it indescribable. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Chapter 17 coming as soon as possible!
Author's Note: Chapter 16 is here, a little earlier than expected. Thanks for your encouragement, everyone! Hope I haven't kept you waiting too long for this chapter! Very emotional. Just a few chapters left now! Don't forget to review...please?
Fate
By Suzi Roberts
Chapter 16 - Awake
The doctor practically ran over from where he stood in the corner of the room and began checking over Scott.
"Scott?" The doctor said, touching his free hand. "Scott, can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."
The Tracy clan watched again as they saw Scott react to the doctor's command.
"Right. Can we clear the area, please?" The doctor ordered.
Everyone filed out, still in shock, except for Jeff and Virgil.
"Virgil? Mr Tracy?" the doctor gestured towards the door. Jeff shook his head.
"No, doctor," he said, firm but polite. "My son needs us here when he wakes up."
"Very well."
The doctor checked over Scott again and wrote briefly in his notes, before hurrying out of the room.
Jeff and Virgil turned their attention back to Scott.
******
It was still fuzzy.
Like waking up with an agonizing hangover.
It'd been dark for what seemed like ages now.
At one point he'd heard a voice in the distance – not his father's voice, or brother's voice, but it was a voice he knew.
It was a female voice.
The voice had disappeared as he heard his father and brother's voice speaking quietly amongst themselves.
He'd tried to open his eyes.
They hadn't reacted, even though he'd put all his concentration and willpower into them.
Something told him he had to let everyone know he was still here.
Alive.
He couldn't allow himself to surrender.
He'd heard his father's sobbing.
He'd felt Virgil grasping his hand desperately, as if by some way of apology.
He'd heard the doctor arrive.
Something made him summon up all the willpower anyone could have and to squeeze his brother's hand as hard as possible.
He'd done it again when the doctor asked, too.
His head was becoming less and less fuzzy.
The deep nothingness that had surrounded him for so long was lifting.
Time began to have meaning again. He could hear a clock ticking in the background.
He summoned up his willpower again.
He willed his eyes to open as hard as he could.
Then light in the darkness.
*****
"Scott!" Virgil swallowed a sob of joy as the older man's eyes flickered open.
"Hello son." Jeff replied as the consultant walked aback into the room. Then he let out a sigh. "Oh, Scott. We nearly lost you."
"Yeah, you gave us one hell of a scare, Scott."
Scott spluttered a little as the doctor gently eased the tube from his throat.
"There you are, Mr Tracy," the doctor smiled, not saying anything else as he left the room, knowing the family needed to be alone for this moment.
Scott, after swallowing painfully a few times slowly turned his head to the side and looked his younger brother up and down.
"Virg? You're looking well."
"Well, it's been a while, Scott." Virgil replied quietly.
"H-how long have I been here?" Scott asked weakly.
"Just over three weeks," Jeff replied.
It took Scott a few moments to let this new information sink in.
Three weeks?
He'd been out for three weeks?
"Scott?" Jeff's voice interrupted his thoughts. Scott looked at his father. "What was it that brought you round?"
"I-I could hear you and Virg." Scott stammered slowly. "I could hear you talking. I couldn't understand what you were saying, but something told me I had to let you know I was still here."
Scott's eyes were closing of their own accord now.
"We'll see you later, son," he heard his father say. "We know you're tired."
Scott fell into a peaceful sleep.
*****
They emerged from the small side room and headed for the corridor, where the family stood quietly, talking amongst themselves. They looked up at Jeff and Virgil.
"He's awake."
The news brought a smile to everyone's face for the first time in days.
"I don't know about physical damage," Jeff continued, "but his mind's in full working order."
Everyone breathed a final sigh of relief.
*****
Scott could feel himself waking up again.
This time, more alert, more lively. The headache seemed to have vanished.
The only thing that hurt him was the scar from the operation.
He lay still for a few moments, enjoying the just-woken-up feeling. He carefully stretched his arms that were aching after such a long time in the same position.
As he tried to stretch his legs, he stopped dead.
They wouldn't move.
He tried to move his toes.
They wouldn't move either.
And worse than that – he couldn't feel them.
*****
Jeff walked into the room, accompanied by the rest of the family.
There was no discomfort during the visit. They laughed and joked, Scott even trying to join in at times. There was lots of chat, and a happy atmosphere hung in the air.
But Scott's main focus was to get his father by himself.
When at last Jeff said, "Well, we'd better make a move." Scott couldn't help but be a little relieved. He'd been happy to see his family and grateful for their company – but he needed to be alone with his father.
Jeff was about to leave now.
"Dad?" Scott said, in a voice barely audible. "can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure son. What's on your mind?"
"Dad," Scott began again, biting his lip to stop himself crying. He took his father's hand and looked into his worried eyes.
"It's probably nothing, really...but...it's my legs."
"What about them, Scott?"
"I can't feel them."
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End Note: I'm so mean it indescribable. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Chapter 17 coming as soon as possible!
