Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds etc etc

Zeilfanaat: aha! Well, It can be interpreted 2 ways, the way that Holly doesn't want to leave, or that she never wakes up from the coma…. I'm not saying which one... though it may be pretty obvious…

This is a nice small chapter, I'm not feeling great today and I've got tons of homework as well…

Remember Me?

Chapter 7: Turn for the Worst

John Tracy was sitting, as usual, next to the bed in the immaculately clean sick bay. He was tired, hungry and bored but he couldn't bring himself to leave her side. Day after day and often night after night he would sit there, eyes dropping and stomach rumbling, hoping for that miracle he was losing faith would happen.

Brains walked over from the other side of the room. He was carrying his neat blue clipboard under his arm and was consulting an upside-down watch hanging from his overall. "J-John? I am a-a-afraid that H-Holly hasn't been h-h-holding out so w-w-well over the l-l-l-last couple of d-days." His voice was shaking and his usual stutter seemed to be getting worse. "There might be nothing we can do, if she doesn't r-r-recover after a c-c-couple of d-d-days we may have to

pull the

plug." John sat motionless; so many emotions were running through his head; there was helplessness, sadness and also, though he was ashamed to admit it, anger. After all the time he had spent here, she couldn't just die! And…what about Holly, she would have died, never knowing that during her last minutes, what she had been looking for for years was found? He couldn't do that to her…he simply couldn't do that to her.

But these emotions were just his own…and his alone he was determined to keep them. He sighed and muttered. "fine," to Brains. Brains hesitated and looked worried, but didn't say anything and left the room. He had been told about his young patient and didn't think it right to interrupt John's feelings.

John looked down at the body, his mixed feelings bubbling again. He couldn't contain them and left the room quickly, trying to fight off tears. In his haste he had forgotten to turn on the radio. He hadn't played it for a while now…he didn't think it would help…but that was a mistake he didn't realise…and he could, indirectly, be causing her death…

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Retreating further and further into darkness. Back against the progress…dropping silently further and further towards death…

Sorry its small…