A/N- sorry it's taking me a while to update, I have all these projects I
need to finish at school, upcoming graduation, the play, and writer's
block. Anyways for those of you who were wondering, Chappelle gave Michelle
CPR because when she hit her head she hit it pretty hard, stopped
breathing. I had a very blonde day that day and forgot to mention it,
sorry! Keep reviewing!
Tony ran to the garage, leaving everything in his office. This was the second time today, and he was really worried about her. the whole world seemed to blur around him, and his only focus at that point was getting to his wife. When he entered the garage, there was an EMT loading her on to a stretcher. He rushed over and took her hand. She was slightly conscious.
"Michelle, are you okay?" he asked. She mumbled something before closing her eyes. They slammed the doors cruelly in his face. Chappelle was standing there speechless. Tony ran over to his SUV, and got in, ignoring Chappelle. He started up the car and sped off.
Kim woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She groggily reached over and picked it up.
"hello?"
"Kim, it's Chase. I'll be home in a few hours. How are you doing?" She rubbed her eyes and sat up straight.
"I'm fine." She yawned. "how are you"
"can't complain" he answered. "are you back at work yet?"
"no." she rolled on to her side, too exhausted to get out of bed.
"did I wake you up?"
"yes."
"sorry." She could hear a trace of guilt in his voice.
"it's okay. I'm going back to sleep now. love you."
"I love you too. bye." She hung up the phone and went back to sleep. A few hours later, she heard the door open. She opened her eyes and having completely forgotten about her conversation with Chase, began to panic. He opened the door to the bedroom.
"hi honey." He said softly, sitting down next to her.
"hey." His hand was out of the brace it had been in before. He ran his fingers through her hair. "how was your trip?"
"it was great." He laid down next to her. She snuggled close to him, grateful that he was finally home. "how are you feeling?" he asked, running his hand along the scar on her back.
"fine. "she closed her eyes. "I really missed you." she mumbled, half asleep.
"I missed you too." she didn't answer. She had fallen asleep.
Tony sped after the ambulance, not caring that he was probably going to get a ticket. His main goal was getting to his wife. His phone began to ring. He checked to see who was calling. It was Chappelle. He ignored it. 15 minutes later, he parked the car in front of the hospital. He got out. he walked quickly to the door of the ER. The automatic doors opened. He went straight to the front desk.
"may I help you?" the tired looking receptionist asked.
"yeah, I'm here to see my wife, Michelle Dessler." She looked down at her chart.
"she was just admitted, and is being seen by a doctor. Take a seat, and I'll call you when you can go in to see her." he went over to an empty seat next to a sleeping man. He felt like sleeping, himself, he was so tired. It was pretty early in the morning. He fidgeted with his wedding band. If something bad had happened to her, he would never forgive himself. He leaned back in the chair, resting his head against the wall. Drowsiness was beginning to overcome him. he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. He snapped awake a few minutes later.
"Mr. Almeida?" the receptionist called out. he rubbed his eyes and stood up.
"yeah?"
"you can go in to see your wife now"
"thank you." he followed a doctor into the small, but crowded emergency room. It was a lot noisier in here than in the waiting room. The doctor showed him where Michelle was before leaving. She was awake.
"Tony. You're alive."
"of course I'm alive." He said, slightly confused. She was probably just delirious, but he felt that it was more.
"I-I saw you. you were dead. In the garage." He hugged her.
"it's okay Michelle, I'm fine. Are you okay?" he asked, pulling away.
"I think so." She said. The doctor came in again.
"Mr. Almeida, can I speak to you?"
"sure." He got up and went just outside the makeshift room.
"Mr. Almeida, this isn't the first time this has happened. Your wife appears delirious. But it has been a number of weeks since the last time she was here. We are going to put her under evaluation, just to see what's going on. that is, if it is okay with you?" Tony looked back at Michelle, she seemed so helpless. he thought about it for a minute.
"okay." he said at last.
"wonderful. We'll begin evaluating her as soon as she is 100% better, which will have to be in few days, because she suffered some head trauma and other various injuries." Tony nodded. He went back to Michelle.
"what did he say?" she asked.
"you're going to have to be evaluated."
"Tony, I am not insane, I know what I saw!" she yelled.
"sshh, it's going to be fine, honey."
"NO!" she yelled, ripping out her I.V. from her arm. She jumped out of her bed. He tried to force her back. "I...AM.. NOT..INSANE!" she screamed, trying to run. Two doctors and a nurse came running to see what was the problem.
"get a sedative!" one of the doctors said, while Tony tried to restrain Michelle. She struggled against him, while the nurse prepared a syringe. She jabbed Michelle in the shoulder and squeezed the medicine into Michelle. Michelle collapsed limply into Tony's arms. He lifted her back on to the stretcher, where the doctor took care of her bleeding arm. Tony kissed her goodbye and walked quickly out of the emergency room, unable to bear looking at Michelle any longer. It hurt too much to have seen her deteriorate. He got into his car, and started crying. He sat there for a few minutes, trying to get a grip before driving off. Halfway home, he stopped at a 24 hour donut shop. When he was a child, kids always made fun of him. so, he turned to food whenever he was sad. Now he rarely did it, only when something big happened. This was one of those times. He went inside and ordered a dozen glazed. He paid and went back to the car, sitting inside and eating the whole box. He felt a bit better. He started back home. He opened the garage door and parked his car. he went into the empty, dark house. He went upstairs to his and Michelle's bedrooms. He collapsed on the bed, too tired to do anything.
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Tony ran to the garage, leaving everything in his office. This was the second time today, and he was really worried about her. the whole world seemed to blur around him, and his only focus at that point was getting to his wife. When he entered the garage, there was an EMT loading her on to a stretcher. He rushed over and took her hand. She was slightly conscious.
"Michelle, are you okay?" he asked. She mumbled something before closing her eyes. They slammed the doors cruelly in his face. Chappelle was standing there speechless. Tony ran over to his SUV, and got in, ignoring Chappelle. He started up the car and sped off.
Kim woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She groggily reached over and picked it up.
"hello?"
"Kim, it's Chase. I'll be home in a few hours. How are you doing?" She rubbed her eyes and sat up straight.
"I'm fine." She yawned. "how are you"
"can't complain" he answered. "are you back at work yet?"
"no." she rolled on to her side, too exhausted to get out of bed.
"did I wake you up?"
"yes."
"sorry." She could hear a trace of guilt in his voice.
"it's okay. I'm going back to sleep now. love you."
"I love you too. bye." She hung up the phone and went back to sleep. A few hours later, she heard the door open. She opened her eyes and having completely forgotten about her conversation with Chase, began to panic. He opened the door to the bedroom.
"hi honey." He said softly, sitting down next to her.
"hey." His hand was out of the brace it had been in before. He ran his fingers through her hair. "how was your trip?"
"it was great." He laid down next to her. She snuggled close to him, grateful that he was finally home. "how are you feeling?" he asked, running his hand along the scar on her back.
"fine. "she closed her eyes. "I really missed you." she mumbled, half asleep.
"I missed you too." she didn't answer. She had fallen asleep.
Tony sped after the ambulance, not caring that he was probably going to get a ticket. His main goal was getting to his wife. His phone began to ring. He checked to see who was calling. It was Chappelle. He ignored it. 15 minutes later, he parked the car in front of the hospital. He got out. he walked quickly to the door of the ER. The automatic doors opened. He went straight to the front desk.
"may I help you?" the tired looking receptionist asked.
"yeah, I'm here to see my wife, Michelle Dessler." She looked down at her chart.
"she was just admitted, and is being seen by a doctor. Take a seat, and I'll call you when you can go in to see her." he went over to an empty seat next to a sleeping man. He felt like sleeping, himself, he was so tired. It was pretty early in the morning. He fidgeted with his wedding band. If something bad had happened to her, he would never forgive himself. He leaned back in the chair, resting his head against the wall. Drowsiness was beginning to overcome him. he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. He snapped awake a few minutes later.
"Mr. Almeida?" the receptionist called out. he rubbed his eyes and stood up.
"yeah?"
"you can go in to see your wife now"
"thank you." he followed a doctor into the small, but crowded emergency room. It was a lot noisier in here than in the waiting room. The doctor showed him where Michelle was before leaving. She was awake.
"Tony. You're alive."
"of course I'm alive." He said, slightly confused. She was probably just delirious, but he felt that it was more.
"I-I saw you. you were dead. In the garage." He hugged her.
"it's okay Michelle, I'm fine. Are you okay?" he asked, pulling away.
"I think so." She said. The doctor came in again.
"Mr. Almeida, can I speak to you?"
"sure." He got up and went just outside the makeshift room.
"Mr. Almeida, this isn't the first time this has happened. Your wife appears delirious. But it has been a number of weeks since the last time she was here. We are going to put her under evaluation, just to see what's going on. that is, if it is okay with you?" Tony looked back at Michelle, she seemed so helpless. he thought about it for a minute.
"okay." he said at last.
"wonderful. We'll begin evaluating her as soon as she is 100% better, which will have to be in few days, because she suffered some head trauma and other various injuries." Tony nodded. He went back to Michelle.
"what did he say?" she asked.
"you're going to have to be evaluated."
"Tony, I am not insane, I know what I saw!" she yelled.
"sshh, it's going to be fine, honey."
"NO!" she yelled, ripping out her I.V. from her arm. She jumped out of her bed. He tried to force her back. "I...AM.. NOT..INSANE!" she screamed, trying to run. Two doctors and a nurse came running to see what was the problem.
"get a sedative!" one of the doctors said, while Tony tried to restrain Michelle. She struggled against him, while the nurse prepared a syringe. She jabbed Michelle in the shoulder and squeezed the medicine into Michelle. Michelle collapsed limply into Tony's arms. He lifted her back on to the stretcher, where the doctor took care of her bleeding arm. Tony kissed her goodbye and walked quickly out of the emergency room, unable to bear looking at Michelle any longer. It hurt too much to have seen her deteriorate. He got into his car, and started crying. He sat there for a few minutes, trying to get a grip before driving off. Halfway home, he stopped at a 24 hour donut shop. When he was a child, kids always made fun of him. so, he turned to food whenever he was sad. Now he rarely did it, only when something big happened. This was one of those times. He went inside and ordered a dozen glazed. He paid and went back to the car, sitting inside and eating the whole box. He felt a bit better. He started back home. He opened the garage door and parked his car. he went into the empty, dark house. He went upstairs to his and Michelle's bedrooms. He collapsed on the bed, too tired to do anything.
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