XxxxX-Chapter 2-XxxxX
"SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE, OH MY GOD!"
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The neon glow of the ambulance lights lit up the street, exposing the condition of both cars and their drivers.
Both of the cars had folded into themselves, almost accordian-like. Glass sparkled on the pitch-black asphalt like glitter, it changedcolors to match the red and blue lights from the ambulance.
The driver in the car that Chrisitan had smashed into had been saved by his seat belt but suffered from mild injuries, a few cuts, scrapes and bruises here and there. A paramedic tended to his needs while his partners rushed Christians limp body onto a stretcher. One of the partners shined a light into his half-opened eyes.
"White Caucasian male, age ranged between 35-40 years, looks to be intoxicated." Two of the paramedics lifted him onto the stretcher and wheeled him towards the ambulance ready and waiting to go to the nearest hospital.
"Is he concious?" One of the paramedics asked. He was a male ranging from lte twenties to early thrities. His brown hair was already starting to gray and thin. His frame was thin, with little muscle to add along. The other paramedic that had been shining a light into Christians eyes looked similar to the other, graying paramedic, only his gaze was harder.
"In and out," his voice was rough, he directed his attention back to Christian. "Sir, can we get a name?" The ambulance had started up along with the sirens. The sirens sounded as if they were underwater, his eyes drooped shut. O God, those damn sirens...His head screamed painfully.
"Somebody keep him awake!" One of the other paramedics ordered, the man with the flashlight asked again, "Tell us your name."
He opened his eyes again, only this time it was harder, he was just so damn tired...
"Troy, Christian...Troy." He said thickly, he tried to raise his head. Where am I? he thought. His eyes went out of focus again, he laid his head back down.
"Troy? McNamara/Troy? Ha. Mygirlfriend had her tits done there. By the way, nice job-" The thrid, unidentified paramedic was cut off by the one with the flashlight.
"Please." He ordered."This man has just been in an accident and you want to thank him for the tit job he gave your girlfriend?" He redirected his attention to Chrisitan.
"Dr. Troy, do you have any family that we can contact..." The noises around him slowed, all three paramedics taking care of him became distorted and all sound shut off. He could no longer hear them talking to him, but only watch the paramedic with a flashlight's lips move forimg words he could no longer hear. His head was swimming painfully. He watched the paramedic's lips move until a dark, black abyss swallowed him and he drowned.
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It was 7 o'clock at McNamara/Troy, Christian had gone home for 'reasons unsaid' far earlier then what had been the norm. Sean had stayed finishing up paper work the amount of clientele McNamara/Troy had been receiving since Bobolit's business had been shut down after the major lawsuit that had been thrown against it after a stage show dog had died on the operating table. Business, since then,had soared, and up until recently, McNamara/Troy was receivingtwice asmany clientsas before, and then some.
This is more then what he had hoped he'd receive when he was a newly graduated college boy just starting his business with Christian.
His jaw tightened slightly at the thought of Troy.
Their relationship wasn't as strained as it had been previously after finding out Julia's big secret, but it would never go back to the way it was. He still loved Christian like a brother, but he knew who and what he was. A swinger, who would sleep with anyone and anything, even his best friends wife. This may have never ome back to bite him in the ass if nothing had resulted in the one-nighter with Julia, but it had, and the cold reality resulted in Matt not being his biological son, but Chrisitans, and he had been lied to for 17 years.
It made him wonder how many other children Christian had floating around in the world. How many women he had so smoothly charmed, seducted, into his bed, fucked, then threw them the cab fare with a smile and "Don't let the door hit you on the way out" attitude.
His wife was just another statistic to add to the pack of whores Christian had fucked and thrown away without so much as a second glance. Only, Christian had always second-glanced Julia, and third glanced, fourth glanced, etc, etc...
Julia was always unhappy though, with whomever, or whatever she had. If one or something was unattainable, she found it as something she wanted. Needed. Craved. He understood it now, and he didn't care. Much. She was no longer bounded by the marriage coil, so she was free to pursue whatever she liked.
No matter how much it hurt.
The phone rang waking Sean from his moment of deep thinking. He checked his watch, it read 7:13 p.m. and already outside it looked like it was 9:00 p.m. Oh how he hated the winter time change. It always looked so dreary, so dead...
He picked up no the third ring.
"McNamara/Troy, we're closed for this evening. If you'd like to-" The man on the other line cut him off. "Dr. McNamara, this is the Miami Hospital-" Oh God, not Julia again...he thought miserably."-we have a man under the name of Christian Troy in the Intensive Care Unit, nhe was involved in a serious car accident. I understand that he is your partner in your business, does he have any family that you know of that we can contact?"
"A car accident? How serious?" He felt the color drain from his face. "Very serious, Dr. McNamara. Your partner, from what I'm reading here, was intoxicated and proceeded to drive. He was not wearing a seat-belt and upon impact, he was launched from the drivers seat through the windshield. The man in the other car that he hit was wearing a seatbelt and is fine."
Sean licked his very dry lips. "Is Christian..." He trailed off, almost afraid to finish the sentence. "Dead? No, as I mentioned earlier, he's in the Intensive Care Unit. He's not doing too well though, he's in a coma. Is there any family in Florida, or in the United States that we can contact?"
Christian's in a coma...oh God...oh God...oh-
"Unh...no, no, no there's no family that I am aware of. He was adopted so, uh...Jesus, he's in a coma?" Seans mind began to race, had Christian mentioned the names of anyfamily that he kept in touch with?
None.Christian had no family he had wanted to keep in touch with. His fostor father was dead, the bastard who raped him, and then paid him, and his fostor mother?
No more then a trail of dust in the wind. Christian never mentioned her, and now he wondered, would his life-style be anydifferent he had had parents that showed compassion for him? Cared for him? Kept him and raised him?
Gina. Gina would probably want to know what had happened to Christian. But the last time he checked, Gina was in the hospital testing positive for HIV, and she's probably still in there too. Maybe they could shack up too, he thought dryly. He immediatly felt bad for even thinking that.
"Yes Dr. McNamara, he is in a coma. There may also be come internal bleeding, but we can't tell right at this moment. Are you a close friend, Dr. McNamara?" The Doctor on the phone prodded.
"Yes I am. He's the Godfather to my children." Not to mention the father to my oldest, he thought bitterly.
"Well then, would you mind coming down to the hospital. I can give you a full report on his condition, it's a lot less messy in person then it is on the phone. Facts tend to get a bit jumbled." The Doctor replied with a false cheerfulness.
"I'll be right down."
"Thank you, Dr. McNamara, you have no idea how much easier you have just made my job." The Doctor hung up, leaving Sean to the empty dial tone of the office phone.
He hung up, and laid his face in his hands.
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His surroundings were dark, he no longer hurt. He felt...alive.
A light shone out through the darkness. A dark orangy flame illuminated the large white room that Christian Troy stood in. A woman in her early thirties held the flame, her face framed by her straight black hair. She was dressed completely in white, and sitting with one leg propped up to an arch so she could rest her hand just above the knee, while her other leg was crossed underneath. Her head turned to face Christian, a thin smile played across her lips looking as if she were the cat who ate the cream.
In her hand there was no candle, only a flame dancing inches above the palm of her hand, she seemed utterly calm, the flame danced wildly in her dark, dark eyes.
"Ava? What the hell?" He asked suprised.
"Hello Dr. Troy." She replied, still smiling.