A/N: Okay thanks everyone for your reviews. And, I understand you all want to know about Ingrid, but what kind of writer do you think I am? I have absolutely no intention of leaving you in the dark about Ingrid and what she went through or how she got back. Everyone's assured me that I'm doing a good job of keeping people in character, except one person who told me I "slaughtered" Ingrid because Ingrid doesn't cry. Well, I have a best friend who's almost exactly like Ingrid, and she went through a tramatic experience (in her case, she was abused) but the point is people, even people like Ingrid DO cry. The whole point of this story is to show a different side to the characters. Does that make sense? Anyway, even if you still think I slaughtered Ingrid, I'm glad you reviewed and told me. I wanna know what everyone thinks, not just people who like it. (Oh, and I hope you get to become an author too.) Okay, now that I wasted everyone's time, here's another chapter.
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Act XII: I Promised
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Fillmore sat there in the hospital room; not believing he was there, not believing what had happened. This really wasn't fair, nothing was fair anymore. He had finally gotten Ingrid, his partner, his best friend back, but now here she was laying in a hospital room in a coma. A coma that most of the docters didn't believe she'd come out of. Why had this happened? He didn't know. How had this happened? Well, that he could recall.
His mother had rushed into his room on Friday morning and told him that he wasn't going to school. He hadn't even had time to seek an explanation when she explained. Ingrid had collapsed, she was unconcious and they had to get to the hospital now. Fillmore had gone through the motions: he had walked out to the car, made the trip in silence, after his parents dropped him off he had ask for Ingrid Third's room and found it...in the Intensive Care Unit. He wouldn't have been able to get in if it weren't for Elizabeth, the doctor had turned him away at first.
"I'm sorry, but the ICU is only for immediate family."
"It's okay," Elizabeth had replied. "He's her brother...adopted. His name is ummmm...."
"Eric," replied Fillmore, recalling Ingrid's uncle's name. "I'm Eric Third."
"Very well then," sighed the doctor.
He took a seat by her bed, and he had barely moved since. He had gone home Friday night, but only because Ariella and Mr. Third had. (They all thought it would be quite obvious if Fillmore remained that he was not part of their family.) Other than that he rarely left, although it was now Saturday afternoon he had not eaten at all since dinner Thursday night. He had no will to eat, he felt no hunger. He was too worried, what if something happened to her now? There was no way he could deal with that, knowing that she had almost made it, after all she had been through she had almost made it. He thought back to all she had been through, their whole conversation they had had Thursday. When Fillmore told her everything she had been through...
She had been walking by herself when a man had asked her for directions. Well, it was a very difficult place to give directions to, so Ingrid offered to lead him there. Well that was a mistake, somehow (at this part Ingrid's voice had dropped to a whisper and Fillmore couldn't bring himself to ask her to repeat it) he had gotten struggled with her until he got here into the basement of an abandoned building in town. Fillmore couldn't believe it they had kept her IN TOWN! After all that searching, she was always right there.
They had beaten her extensivly and multiple times. They had locked her in a small dark room. They hadn't given her any food, very little water. The only reason they kept her alive was because they thought she was someone she wasn't. They had thought her name was Katie Blackwell. Katie's father was a wealthy business man, they wanted to hold her for ransom. They hadn't even wanted Ingrid, it was all a mistake, just because Ingrid bore a slight resembalance to this Katie girl, she had been put through hell. Once they had realized who Ingrid was, well they weren't happy. They talked about killing Ingrid, they talked about it right in front of her. And they had decided that that's what they would do. The first thing the next morning they were going to kill her. Ingrid told Fillmore that she had cried, but not in front of them. She put on an attitude of defience, of not caring, of determination. She told Fillmore she would rather die than let them know she was scared. But she hadn't died, she had escaped. But INgrid hadn't told him how. He decided to ask as soon as she woke up. IF she woke up.
Then he thought to the end of their conversation. Where Ingrid had been crying where he had hugged her. Where he had reassured her. Where he had promised her.....He recalled his words to her, his promise. He had NEVER made a promise to Ingrid he didn't keep. He had never lied to here. He wasn't willing to start now. He spoke, no one else was in the room, no one but Ingrid, he took her hand in his and spoke.
"I'm sorry, I promised you. I promised you that nothing bad would happen to you again. I promised I wouldn't let it. So, whenever you wake up you can be really mad at me, because I guess I lied. But first you have to do something for me. You have to wake up. I quit the Safety Patrol, did I tell you that? I don't want another partner, I won't go back unless you do. Your dad Ingrid...your dad is thinking of shutting off all these machined that keep you going. He says it's what you'd want, maybe it is. I know how much you hate being helpless, you'd hate that fact that you're relying on these machines. But then again, I know how you hate giving up. You've always asked me for help before you just gave up, so maybe you're okay with the machine. But I don't know, it's not my choice. It's not even really your dad's choice, it's yours. But no one's ever gonna know what you want until you wake up and tell us."
Just then the doctor came in. "I'm sorry Eric, but your father wants me to turn off the machines."
"NO!"
"It's what he wants."
"But what about what she wants?" Fillmore gestured toward Ingrid, exasperatedly.
"She can't decide right now for herself."
"You don't understand, I promised her." Fillmore was going to win this battle, he had to.
"I really am sorry, but it's what I have to do." He did sound sincerely sorry.
"You can't do that!" Fillmore gave on last, desperate plea.
"Why can't I?"
"Because," said Fillmore, searching for a reason. He looked over at Ingrid and saw-in disbelief and amazement-her eyes flicker and then open. She made a small noise as if trying to speak. Fillmore smiled and turned back to the doctor. "Because, that would be murder."
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A/N: Okay, don't worry it's not over even though the story is winding down. The next chapter may be my last, but keep reviewing amyway.(:
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Act XII: I Promised
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Fillmore sat there in the hospital room; not believing he was there, not believing what had happened. This really wasn't fair, nothing was fair anymore. He had finally gotten Ingrid, his partner, his best friend back, but now here she was laying in a hospital room in a coma. A coma that most of the docters didn't believe she'd come out of. Why had this happened? He didn't know. How had this happened? Well, that he could recall.
His mother had rushed into his room on Friday morning and told him that he wasn't going to school. He hadn't even had time to seek an explanation when she explained. Ingrid had collapsed, she was unconcious and they had to get to the hospital now. Fillmore had gone through the motions: he had walked out to the car, made the trip in silence, after his parents dropped him off he had ask for Ingrid Third's room and found it...in the Intensive Care Unit. He wouldn't have been able to get in if it weren't for Elizabeth, the doctor had turned him away at first.
"I'm sorry, but the ICU is only for immediate family."
"It's okay," Elizabeth had replied. "He's her brother...adopted. His name is ummmm...."
"Eric," replied Fillmore, recalling Ingrid's uncle's name. "I'm Eric Third."
"Very well then," sighed the doctor.
He took a seat by her bed, and he had barely moved since. He had gone home Friday night, but only because Ariella and Mr. Third had. (They all thought it would be quite obvious if Fillmore remained that he was not part of their family.) Other than that he rarely left, although it was now Saturday afternoon he had not eaten at all since dinner Thursday night. He had no will to eat, he felt no hunger. He was too worried, what if something happened to her now? There was no way he could deal with that, knowing that she had almost made it, after all she had been through she had almost made it. He thought back to all she had been through, their whole conversation they had had Thursday. When Fillmore told her everything she had been through...
She had been walking by herself when a man had asked her for directions. Well, it was a very difficult place to give directions to, so Ingrid offered to lead him there. Well that was a mistake, somehow (at this part Ingrid's voice had dropped to a whisper and Fillmore couldn't bring himself to ask her to repeat it) he had gotten struggled with her until he got here into the basement of an abandoned building in town. Fillmore couldn't believe it they had kept her IN TOWN! After all that searching, she was always right there.
They had beaten her extensivly and multiple times. They had locked her in a small dark room. They hadn't given her any food, very little water. The only reason they kept her alive was because they thought she was someone she wasn't. They had thought her name was Katie Blackwell. Katie's father was a wealthy business man, they wanted to hold her for ransom. They hadn't even wanted Ingrid, it was all a mistake, just because Ingrid bore a slight resembalance to this Katie girl, she had been put through hell. Once they had realized who Ingrid was, well they weren't happy. They talked about killing Ingrid, they talked about it right in front of her. And they had decided that that's what they would do. The first thing the next morning they were going to kill her. Ingrid told Fillmore that she had cried, but not in front of them. She put on an attitude of defience, of not caring, of determination. She told Fillmore she would rather die than let them know she was scared. But she hadn't died, she had escaped. But INgrid hadn't told him how. He decided to ask as soon as she woke up. IF she woke up.
Then he thought to the end of their conversation. Where Ingrid had been crying where he had hugged her. Where he had reassured her. Where he had promised her.....He recalled his words to her, his promise. He had NEVER made a promise to Ingrid he didn't keep. He had never lied to here. He wasn't willing to start now. He spoke, no one else was in the room, no one but Ingrid, he took her hand in his and spoke.
"I'm sorry, I promised you. I promised you that nothing bad would happen to you again. I promised I wouldn't let it. So, whenever you wake up you can be really mad at me, because I guess I lied. But first you have to do something for me. You have to wake up. I quit the Safety Patrol, did I tell you that? I don't want another partner, I won't go back unless you do. Your dad Ingrid...your dad is thinking of shutting off all these machined that keep you going. He says it's what you'd want, maybe it is. I know how much you hate being helpless, you'd hate that fact that you're relying on these machines. But then again, I know how you hate giving up. You've always asked me for help before you just gave up, so maybe you're okay with the machine. But I don't know, it's not my choice. It's not even really your dad's choice, it's yours. But no one's ever gonna know what you want until you wake up and tell us."
Just then the doctor came in. "I'm sorry Eric, but your father wants me to turn off the machines."
"NO!"
"It's what he wants."
"But what about what she wants?" Fillmore gestured toward Ingrid, exasperatedly.
"She can't decide right now for herself."
"You don't understand, I promised her." Fillmore was going to win this battle, he had to.
"I really am sorry, but it's what I have to do." He did sound sincerely sorry.
"You can't do that!" Fillmore gave on last, desperate plea.
"Why can't I?"
"Because," said Fillmore, searching for a reason. He looked over at Ingrid and saw-in disbelief and amazement-her eyes flicker and then open. She made a small noise as if trying to speak. Fillmore smiled and turned back to the doctor. "Because, that would be murder."
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A/N: Okay, don't worry it's not over even though the story is winding down. The next chapter may be my last, but keep reviewing amyway.(: