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KATIE : Hey gurly! Ok, I promise to not to tell you when I'm killing him lol, I'll just let you find out on your own lol. True to that, all the guys I see that are anything like him, are totally gay, which to be honest wouldn't be too bad if I was a man lol. You know a lot of people say you can tell whether a guy is gay by looking at how he acts and how he talks, which yeah I suppose, but you know they are more than likely gay, if they are really nice looking, all the nice ones are gay lol. I know, I'm being rather cruel putting Connie through all this aren't I, but her life I have to admit would be pretty down right boring if I didn't lol. Stop singing, not on your nelly lol. Right for my song, lets see, oh this song has been in my head all day, and of course as you do, I know only the chorus, so my boss has been ready to kill me all day lol, right on with the song – Mister, Your eyes are full of hesitation, Sure makes me wonder, If you know what you're looking for. Baby, I wanna keep my reputation, I'm a sensation, You try me once, you'll beg for more. Yes Sir, I can boogie, But I need a certain song. I can boogie, boogie woogie, All night long. Yes Sir, I can boogie, If you stay, you can't go wrong. I can boogie, boogie woogie, all night long, No Sir, I don't feel very much like talking, No, neither walking, You wanna know if I can dance. Yes Sir, Already told you in the first verse, And in the chorus, But I will give you one more chance. Yes Sir, I can boogie, But I need a certain song. I can boogie, boogie woogie, All night long. Yes Sir, I can boogie, If you stay, you can't go wrong. I can boogie, boogie woogie, all night long – Baccara, Yes sir, I can boogie. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS DARLIN'!!!!

DUCKS-GO-QUACK-00 : Sounds like you've already lost it lol – only kidding. I've lost it, but I think I lost it a long time ago, lol. Anyways thanks for your 1,000,000 times telling me this story is brilliant lol Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS DARLIN'!!!!

Chapter 7

CONNIE'S P.O.V

I spent the next hour or so, just sat at my moms side, praying that she'd wake up. Eventually I followed Julie and Emma back to the hotel after much persuasion on their part. When we got back, they were going to get some dinner, but I excused myself, wanting to be on my own. When I got there, I quickly worked out the time difference from here to Minnesota then picked the phone up and told the operator where I wanted to call. Eventually after much fuss and persuasion the nurses at the hospital, allowed me to talk to Pete and the kids. Jack came on first.

"Connie"?

"Yeah". I replied.

"How's mom"? He asked immediately.

"Erm, she's holding her own". At the moment, I thought as I replied.

"So she's gonna be ok"? He asked, I didn't know what to say to him.

"Yeah, she's gonna be fine". It was the first thing that came to mind.

"Hang on, Kelly and Cara want to talk to you. I love you". He almost whispered the last part.

"I love you too". I replied, feeling a lump in my throat.

"Connie, guess what"? Kelly almost sung down the phone.

"What"? I asked, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

"Adam's going to take me to the hockey tryouts this week".

"He is. That's great. You try your best ok". Now I felt the tears forming.

"I will". She answered.

"Connie, when are you coming home"? Cara asked, obviously having taken the phone from Kelly.

"Soon, real soon". I hope, I thought.

"Well you've got to be back in time to see the play I'm gonna be in". She told me.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world". I told her, hearing the joy in her voice.

"I want to talk to Connie". I heard Tyler declare in the background. "Connie". He finally got hold of the phone.

"Hey champ, how you feeling"?

"I'm ok. Uncle Pete say's I can come home in a week. But I want to come home sooner, the food in this place stinks, it's worse than Uncle Pete's cooking". He confided in me, making me laugh, even though tears rolled easily down my cheeks.

"It must be bad then". I laughed back.

"It is, I had sloppy joe's for dinner and they weren't even sloppy, and the ice cream wasn't frozen either".

"You must be devastated".

"Connie, when are you coming back"? He suddenly went serious.

"As soon as I can, I promise". I fought the urge to just break down there on the spot.

"When's that gonna be"?

"I don't know yet. Hey listen, is Uncle Pete there"? I knew if I stayed on the phone with him any longer, I'd just break down in tears.

"Hi, so how is she"? Pete came on the phone.

"She's in intensive care. She was trying to escape with her cell mate and fell onto her own knife". I began crying now.

"But she's gonna pull through though"?

"The doctor say's he's done all he can, it's up to her now, but she's on a ventilator, and I don't know she's just"...

"Hey, hey, don't give up on her just yet, she's a strong woman, she'll shock us all yet". His confidence was staggering, but it didn't wash with me.

"I don't know this time though".

"She will trust me. Listen, don't worry about Kelly and Tyler, stay out there as long as you need to".

"Ok. Um tell Adam if he's there, I'll ring him later".

"I will. Just try not to worry too much". He told me. "Let me know if anything changes. Love you". Then the phone went dead. I placed the phone back on the hook, and immediately felt by body shake, tears now pouring easily down my already tear stained cheeks. I must have sat there a good hour, just crying, crying as though there was no tomorrow, crying until I could cry no more.

I did call Adam that night, but all I seemed to do was answer yes, no questions, afraid if I said anything more, I would break down in tears once more, or say something to make him worry more than I knew he was doing. I felt and sounded like a robot, but I couldn't help it.

This went on for a week or so. I spent most of my time at the hospital, then calling Pete and Adam once I got back to the hotel. Tyler was now at home, as he promised, all better for me. By the end of the week, I think Pete's confidence in my moms recovery was slowly dispersing, as there was no change in her condition, but I was now, more determined than ever that she would be ok.

"Miss Moreau"? The doctor approached me the following day.

"Yeah". I looked up at him, from my usually position, next to my mom.

"Could you just come outside a moment please"? I nodded and followed him out into the corridor. "We really have to start making some decisions now". He began.

"What about"? I was totally clueless as to what was to come.

"Your mom. She's been on a ventilator over a week now, with no sign of changes. I think we need to start thinking about turning off the ventilator".

"NO. You can't, she'll start getting better soon. You'll see". I snapped.

"Miss Moreau, if she was going to start getting better she would have already begun showing signs of improvement, but there is nothing".

"No, you're not turning those God damned machines off, if you do, you are killing her". My voice was high pitched yet weak.

"I know this must be very difficult for you". The doctor reasoned.

"No you don't though, you have no idea how this feels. That isn't your mom laid in there". I shouted. "I'm going out for some fresh air". I told him, knowing that he couldn't legally turn off the machines without my say so.

Julie and Emma began following me, but I told them I wanted to be on my own. When I got in the lift, I felt suffocated and my shoulders were heavy. How could someone ask your permission to kill your own mom. I got outside, feeling the cool air hit me, almost refreshing me. I begun wandering around, not really knowing where I was headed or what I was going to do when I got there. I walked passed a young mom and a little boy, holding hands tightly, so as not to lose each other in the busy New York crowds, the boy couldn't have been any older than Kelly. Upon thinking about Kelly, I began thinking about all 4 of them back home, all believing I was going to return home to tell them that mom was ok. I walked passed a electronics store with TV's in the windows, I stepped back to have a look and ironically Oprah Winfrey was on, and it was about reuniting long lost family members. I continued walking on, thoughts of my mom, running like a slide show in my mind. The main one was my moms face when we got off the flight after the Goodwill Games. She was so proud of me, even when I thought she was anything but a good mom, she was proud of me because I was her daughter and she loved me. She had always tried to do the best for me, even when she was going through her own hell. I suppose something just clicked and I headed back to the hospital.

"Hey, you feeling any better"? Julie asked, once I had gotten back.

"Not really". I answered, before heading to find the doctor.

Ohhh what's she want the doctor for???? PLEASE R&R!!!!