DISCLAIMER: Titans ain't mine. Camaros aren't mine either, even though I wish they were... Gerry ain't mine, but I wish Ryan Hurst was... You knew that, though. The nurse, Alice, isn't mine, and Jean Bertier isn't mine. Emma isn't mine either, but I don't think she's in this chappie... Oh, well...
MY NOTES: Thanks for the reviews, Sunny, Shan, Sona Camdyn, and Grace. You know, Grace...we might have been twins. I think we were Arabic princesses and Ryan was our slave. He fanned us all day and fed us grapes. Without a shirt on. ;-) And Shan, don't feel like you hafta read this, just because its mine. If you don't like POV, you don't hafta read POV... But I love you, too, doll! Most of these things were written as cures for writer's block, but I polished 'em up.
~My Worst Nightmare Don't Even Come Close~
I can't believe this has happened to me. Not me! I'm the only all-American on the TC Williams Titans football team. How could this happen to me?
I was driving my Camaro about an hour ago, not a care in the world. I ran a stop sign. God, help me! Just one stupid decision. I didn't even think about it. I just did it. Now I wish I had stayed with Julius.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed with tubes all over me. I couldn't feel my legs, but I figured since I had just had a really bad wreck, a little numbness was probably normal.
Until the doctor came in. I could look at him and tell something was wrong. "Mr. Bertier?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "Call me Gerry. I'm to young to be mister anything."
"Gerry, I've got some bad news."
I swallowed hard. I didn't know what he was gonna say. I really didn't want to know. But I had to. "What's up?"
The doctor looked at me. My mother was beside me, holding my hand.
"Go ahead."
"You're...you're paralyzed from the waist down, Gerry. I'm sorry."
No. Not me. Anything but being paralyzed. Not that.
"Gerry, if you have any questions, let me know," he said.
I couldn't look at him, and it was all I could do not to demonstrate my extensive vocabulary. He had just told me that I was losing my ability to walk. And to play football. But, to be honest...football ain't too high up on my priority list.
Ma was cryin', and it kinda made me mad. Mad in a selfish way. But mad. I thought I should be cryin', not her. But I was numb. I don't know why, I just had to be mad at somebody. Human nature.
I told Ma I wanted to see Julius. Not to send anybody but Julius.
And here I am, alone in a hospital room. I gotta see Julius. Alice is in here. She's the nurse. And she's really gettin' on my nerves. Not because she's not nice, she is. It's just that... I don't want her here. I want to be alone. Here comes Julius. I hope he's OK, 'cause I sure ain't.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short, but y'know...
MY NOTES: Thanks for the reviews, Sunny, Shan, Sona Camdyn, and Grace. You know, Grace...we might have been twins. I think we were Arabic princesses and Ryan was our slave. He fanned us all day and fed us grapes. Without a shirt on. ;-) And Shan, don't feel like you hafta read this, just because its mine. If you don't like POV, you don't hafta read POV... But I love you, too, doll! Most of these things were written as cures for writer's block, but I polished 'em up.
~My Worst Nightmare Don't Even Come Close~
I can't believe this has happened to me. Not me! I'm the only all-American on the TC Williams Titans football team. How could this happen to me?
I was driving my Camaro about an hour ago, not a care in the world. I ran a stop sign. God, help me! Just one stupid decision. I didn't even think about it. I just did it. Now I wish I had stayed with Julius.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed with tubes all over me. I couldn't feel my legs, but I figured since I had just had a really bad wreck, a little numbness was probably normal.
Until the doctor came in. I could look at him and tell something was wrong. "Mr. Bertier?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "Call me Gerry. I'm to young to be mister anything."
"Gerry, I've got some bad news."
I swallowed hard. I didn't know what he was gonna say. I really didn't want to know. But I had to. "What's up?"
The doctor looked at me. My mother was beside me, holding my hand.
"Go ahead."
"You're...you're paralyzed from the waist down, Gerry. I'm sorry."
No. Not me. Anything but being paralyzed. Not that.
"Gerry, if you have any questions, let me know," he said.
I couldn't look at him, and it was all I could do not to demonstrate my extensive vocabulary. He had just told me that I was losing my ability to walk. And to play football. But, to be honest...football ain't too high up on my priority list.
Ma was cryin', and it kinda made me mad. Mad in a selfish way. But mad. I thought I should be cryin', not her. But I was numb. I don't know why, I just had to be mad at somebody. Human nature.
I told Ma I wanted to see Julius. Not to send anybody but Julius.
And here I am, alone in a hospital room. I gotta see Julius. Alice is in here. She's the nurse. And she's really gettin' on my nerves. Not because she's not nice, she is. It's just that... I don't want her here. I want to be alone. Here comes Julius. I hope he's OK, 'cause I sure ain't.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short, but y'know...