Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds, they belong to Gerry Anderson.
I'm sorry this chapter has taken so long. I have been ill and the computer I write this on has also been out of action.
Yes this is going to be the big chapter….hopefully….and the name sorta gives it away.
Remember Me?
Chapter 8 – Awakenings
Brains rushed into the lounge. His face was flushed and his glasses were askew. His stutter was the most prominent thing however, and it was more terrible than the Tracy's had ever heard it. His face was confusing. He looked terrified but…was that something else glittering in his chestnut eyes?
"M-m-m-mr. T-t-t-tracy!"
He looked directly at John and the quiet young man sitting in the corner looked up. He stared at the scruffy man in the lab coat. He had been sitting in the Sick Bay for longer than was healthy his father had decided; and so he had been moved to the lounge….he still hadn't talked since the news Brains had given him the day before and it was only now that his family looked upon the state he was really in.
His face was red. His cheeks were blotchy and wet. The eyes were sore and tired. The Lacrimal Duct clearly visible in the corners of his eyes. The expression, helpless and pitiful. His entire figure, shaking.
He was crying. Redness completely destroyed his handsome features and drowning out his obvious charm. He sighed and looked back down at his lap. His dry mouth managed feebly to mutter a few words. "What….happened….Brains? Is she…" He shook again violently and collapsed into fits of sobs in his chair.
His family around him looked on helplessly and Jeff tried to talk to Brains. Brains, like the Tracys, was clearly afraid by John's behaviour and feared for him, especially because Brains had a very special message for John…..if he would listen.
"N-n-no John, its g-g-g-better than t-t-that." As John shook with tears, he shook with excitement.
All the Tracys, including John, looked up at him incredulously.
And Brains said one sentence that made John get up instantly, wipe his tears and run towards the sick bay.
"S-s-shes waking u-up!"
He ran into the sick bay, red eyes transfixed on the body at the end of the room. As he skidded past the tabletop however, he spotted a small bunch of crimson flowers floating in a quaint, little, glass vase. He picked up the vase delicately and, water gently sloshing around inside, he carried it nervously toward the end bed.
The girl, for the first time since her body had been placed in the bed, wasn't in the limp position she had been. Her tall, slim figure was positioned in a more comfortable, natural position way. He sat down on his chair looking raptly at unconscious body that was reposed in docility and quietness. He placed the vase onto the bedside table with a small tapping noise and nearly jumped straight up again as the individual in front of him twitched. He gazed at the body with utterly pensive attention, watching and waiting for the time he dreamt was so near…
Nobody had followed John into the sick bay; they all knew how important this moment was for the distraught man; but even so, she was a patient and she needed caring and checkups and Brains was waiting, inconspicuous to the young man inside, just outside the door. All that John heard as he watched over his lost girlfriend was the constant beeping of the brain monitor, which was showing she was completely stable, and that was the most comforting sound he needed at that moment in time.
He waited patiently by her bedside. He held her, now soothingly warm, hand in both his hands and caressed them lovingly. And as he gently held her palm to his chest, and looked longingly at her eyelids, as he imagined her laughter, and cherished her memories, and dreamt of her smiles….she slowly, surely opened those eyelids; and John gently focused his brown eyes onto them.
And green eyes looked back. Pale lips smiled. The hand squeezed his lightly… and they were together, truly, once more.
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