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WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN
GETTING OUT
It seemed like to Ryan that everything that he had come to love about Newport life, had begun to fall apart. Kirsten was somewhere in New York, Seth was with her going to college there, and Marissa was, well he had no clue what the story was with Marissa, because Sandy wouldn't tell him. Something was up, and he was determined to find out, when he was healthy enough at least.
And then there was Sandy himself. He seemed like a wreck. He had big bags under his eyes, as he looked like he hadn't slept for days. The truth was, he hadn't. He was in one of his mild depressions. He had been through one of these phases, about ten times since Kirsten had left him. He was seeing a psychologist about these problems, but nothing seemed to be helping him. Nothing seemed to be able to cure his "disease" for now. Well maybe until now, with Ryan waking up.
Back to Ryan's thoughts. Ryan had been thinking about the last time he had seen Marissa. It was the reason for his accident. If he had not been in such rough shape, he would not have crashed his car. But he would never blame Marissa for that. Ryan remembered the emotions that ran through his body, the day of the accident. He had felt disappointed, afraid, hurt, but not angry. He had a feeling that something was going on. When he went over to her house earlier in the day, she pulled away from his kiss, or she stalled when he asked if she had a boyfriend. But the most telling sign, was when he had his conversation with Summer, earlier that day. She told him that Marissa had moved on, though she retracted that statement quickly. He knew then, that he could have lost her.
But again, anger was not something that he felt. He wasn't upset that she had been with somebody over the summer. If anything, he was sorry for whatever she went through over the summer. But he was just disappointed, that she wouldn't tell him that something was going on in the first place. He thought they told each other everything. He guessed wrong.
But there was one thing about Ryan that would always existed in their relationship, Love. He still loved her. After all this time, if he could go back to before the accident even took place, he would take her back in a heart beat, after finding out the true situation. And now, he wanted her more than anything in the world. But he knew that something was seriously wrong, and it may be more than Ryan could handle.
"Sandy, what happened to Marissa?" Ryan asked, hoping this time to actually elicit a response from Sandy.
"Not now Ryan!" Sandy warned
"You keep saying this! You are scaring me! I want to know what is going on with her!"
"At home!"
"When will that be?"
But before Sandy could answer Ryan's question, Doctor Brown walked into Ryan's room, hearing the latter part of the conversation.
"Tomorrow morning." The doctor responded as he smiled and walked to Ryan's side.
"That soon?" Sand asked, shocked at how quickly Ryan was getting out of the hospital.
"That soon! Ryan has completely recovered. He may need to be in a wheel chair for a couple days, and get acclimated to walking again, but Ryan has had well over three years to get better physically."
"Thanks doc."
"Sure thing kid."
The doctor walked out. Ryan suddenly felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders. He was getting out of the hospital and finally going home. He couldn't wait to relax in the comfortable confines of the pool house. His pool house. Ryan decided to put Marissa into the back of his mind, and grill Sandy when they got home.
That night, Sandy said his goodbyes, and realized now that he could go home from the hospital with relief. He walked out, leaving Ryan in the hospital room. He told him that he would come back at ten o'clock in the morning to get him. They would drive home and Ryan would rest all day.
But Ryan had other ideas on his mind on what he would do when he got home. First things first, he would get completely healthy. But once he was perfectly rehabilitated, he would be that person that he had been so well. It would be time for him to be the hero again. Ryan needed to find Kirsten and Seth. They needed to know that he was alive and fine. He needed to fix this troubled family once again, put the pieces back together, that couldn't be put back together by it. And that family of his did include Marissa. Not only because she was though he was adopted, she was his aunt, but because she was his. She was always his. He didn't care if Marissa was still with whomever she was with when he found her that day so long ago. He was determined to get her back.
Ryan woke up from his sleep, to find Sandy hovering over him. It was nine thirty, which meant that he would be leaving for home soon. Ryan was looked over by the nurses and doctors once more to make sure everything was fine. Everything was perfect. They helped Ryan into the wheelchair, and wheeled him down the hall to the front desk. They actually had some of Ryan's things in storage. They had his wife beater, and over shirt that he wore that day. They had been washed, so the blood stains were no longer there. They wheeled Ryan back to his room, and he changed into his clothes, with the jeans that Sandy had brought from home.
Then they turned around, and went back down the hall. They waved to all the nurses and doctors that had treated Ryan over the last three years. Some of the women actually had tears in their eyes as they watched him go. They had remembered the day when Ryan had first came in to the intensive care unit. Some of the doctors had even taken bets for how long they thought Ryan would last. They all had lost. Everyone had lost, except for Ryan. He had won.
They were able to load Ryan into the front seat of Sandy's car. Ryan sat in the front seat of the BMW, as the hospital workers, put Ryan's wheelchair in the trunk. Once that was in tight. Sandy said his goodbyes, and they were off to finally go home. Sandy drove down the familiar streets of Newport. Ryan passed harbor. He couldn't help of think about all he had missed. He had missed most of his senior year in high school. That was the supposed to be his year. His year to have fun, and to be free. But he spent all of it, and the first two that were supposed to be for college, in a coma, in a hospital bed. They passed by the pier and the Crab Shack. The gang had some memories from previous Summers there. It was great food that he remembered. But Ryan ate his food through a straw for the past three years. Ryan could see the people running around, and riding their bikes on the pier. He used to do that, ride his bike all the time. But for the past three years, he had not moved at all.
Ryan realized though that the car was now in a part of Newport that he had only visited, when he was going to check out Marissa's dad's old apartment. It was in the numbered streets. Ryan was confused. Maybe they were seeing Marissa, but Ryan wasn't sure anymore. They finally turned into an apartment complex and pulled into a parking spot.
"Well here we are! Home Sweet home!"
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