A nice big update before I leave for two, three weeks and won't be back. I hope you enjoy this, the best part is coming.
Neil and Emilia Roberts watched as the doctors woke up their daughter. Two days had passed and a diagnosis had been found.
Summer's eyes slowly opened. She wasn't surprised by where she was. She knew.
The doctors watched with precaution as Summer lifted herself up. She had been through this before.
"Good morning Summer," a doctor greeted Summer. She felt relatively confused, but not that much. She could guess what happened.
"Morning," it only felt to Summer that she had just taken a nap.
"How do you feel?" this had happened before, Summer had been ten, and she was in her kitchen. No one remembered why it happened, but Summer had been sitting on the counter when it occurred. She passed out, knocking her head on a cabinet, then falling. It had been a miracle she had no brain damage.
The fall had been near fatal; if Summer had tilted her head one inch more to the left, she could've died, or been in a coma. Of course, she had been placed in a coma so that her brain could heal, but for the longest 89 seconds in Neil Roberts' life, he thought his ten year old daughter would die.
"A little tired, but I always feel that way," Summer replied. She couldn't explain it, but even after a coma, she still felt tired.
"Do you know where you are?" the doctor began her questions.
"I'm guessing the hospital?" Summer hated how going to the hospital was so routine for her. Every nurse knew her. When she had first been diagnosed, she had to stay at the hospital for two weeks. She would sneak out of her room and visit all the nurses.
"You're correct," the doctor answered. "Do you know what happened?"
"I had a seizure," Summer answered flatly. For a while, she was a candy stripper at this hospital. She stopped about a year and a half ago, afraid that someone would catch on. She enjoyed the job, she got to help people, and if anything happened, a doctor was right there.
"Yes, you did. Now, you cracked your hear on the way down, and you received stitches. For precautionary reasons, we had to put you in the coma," the doctor explained.
"So what's the diagnosis?" Summer was afraid to hear it. She was so sick of this. Why did it have to happen to her? Was she too selfish? The only reason she was bitchy to people was so that no one would get too close. She was afraid of what they would think of her once they knew.
"Well, Summer, we've come to the conclusion that your body has become immune to the Dilantin, but chemically dependent to it," all the doctors had left already but one.
"So what does that mean for me?" Summer hated being wrong. Everyone had told her she would become immune, but she never listened. Of course she didn't. That was just the way she was.
"It means that we're going to have to wean you off of the Dilantin, but it has no effect," the doctor put it in regular terms.
"But if it has no effect, why do I have to be weaned off of it?" Summer said, not even noticing her father and step-monster standing in the corner.
"Your body needs it. An example per se: It's as if your body has this tight wrap on the Dilantin, and if you were to just take it away, it could set off a horrible chain of events, because there is this large hold that needs to be filled. But, if you slowly take away the Dilantin, the holes are much smaller to fill, and less noticeable," the doctor tried to make sense.
"Right," Summer understood the analogy, sadly.
"You understand?" the doctor asked.
"Yeah. For a week or something, it'll be like I'm not taking any medication at all," Summer replied.
"Actually, it will be a week and a half," the doctor corrected her.
"Even better," Summer said sarcastically. She was worried. There would be a week and a half time frame where she could have a seizure at any point in time. She didn't want any of her friends knowing. And how wouldn't they know?
Summer supposed she wouldn't be seeing her friends for a week and a half.
"Your friend Marissa called," Emilia announced at the dinner table. It had only been a day since Summer had woken up. Marissa had called Summer at least three times in the day.
"I know," Summer didn't want to talk to any of her friends on the phone.
"So did two boys named Ryan and Seth," Emilia was now in charge of all the phone calls.
"Both of them?" Summer would've never guessed Ryan would call.
"Ryan called once, Seth called four times," Emilia replied.
"You're not with that Seth boy, are you?" Neil asked. It was one of the rare nights all three were there.
"No Daddy, I'm not," Summer answered.
"What happened to Zach? He was nice," Neil lately felt out of his daughter's life.
"We broke up," Summer began to play with her food. She wasn't hungry, she usually never was after a seizure. It took her at least two days to get her appetite back.
"Oh, and who is this Ryan? You never mentioned him before," Neil thought he'd take the time now to get back into his daughter's life.
"He's a friend of mine," Summer wasn't in the best mood. For the next week and a half, she would, for the most part, lock herself in her house.
"Did he just move here?" Neil missed the old days with Summer. Ever since the lunch with Seth over a year ago, she had slowly shut Neil away.
"No. He's lived here for like two years," Summer knew she had talked about Ryan to her dad numerous times lately.
"Oh wait, is he the boy who Marissa shot his brother?" Neil did remember.
"Yeah," Summer hated thinking about back then. It was such a horrible time and none of them had really gotten through it.
The rest of the dinner was in silence, and Summer felt like her whole family was walking on pins and needles just so that Summer didn't have a seizure.
After dinner, Summer retreated to her room, where she usually did. She logged onto the computer, and began to look at people's online journals. She practically had a subscription to the everyone at her school. She had known them all once, but now, none of them mattered.
She clicked on Seth's site, and began to read all his depressing rants. She went all the way back to a month ago, where somehow, he had found a picture of her and Seth at the prom. They smiled for the picture, and who would've guessed that just minutes later, Seth would get a call saying his granddad was dead.
Summer wished that she could tell Seth, but something felt wrong. She felt he would never understand, take it as an offence to himself. She could see the argument now.
That's why she couldn't be with him.
All of a sudden, someone was IMing her:
Coop930: Hey
SummerBitch813: hey
Coop930: how do u feel?
SummerBitch813: fine I guess
Coop930: where were u today?
SummerBitch813: w/ my dad. we hung out
Coop930: oh
SummerBitch813: yeah
Coop930:do you wanna do something tomorrow?
SummerBitch813: cant
Coop930: why?
SummerBitch813: stuff w/ my mom
Coop930: how bout in two days?
SummerBitch813: babysitting the stepmonster
Coop930: that sux
SummerBitch813: yeah
Coop930: I g2g. My mom is yelling. again.
SummerBitch813: see ya
Coop930: call u tomorrow bye
SummerBitch813: bye
Summer sighed. She hated lying to her best friend. But she couldn't risk something when Marissa was present. She wouldn't let it happen again.
And then someone signed on who she had never seen before. Marissa had put it in Summer's buddy list. Marissa had also invented the name.
Atwood706.
Summer laughed. When Ryan and Marissa were together, they were cute. Sometimes. Most of the time they were a train wreck. Just like Summer and Seth.
SummerBitch813: hey
Atwood706: Who is this?
SummerBitch813: its Summer
Atwood706: Oh. Hi.
SummerBitch813: so what r u doing?
Atwood706: Researching.
SummerBitch813: researching what?
Atwood706: Nothing of importance.
SummerBitch813: oh
Atwood706: So how do you feel?
SummerBitch813: fine. nothing to brag about.
Atwood706: Oh.
SummerBitch813: did u tell Coop or Cohen about...
Atwood706: What?
SummerBitch813: what happened the other day
Atwood706: I didn't say anything.
SummerBitch813: good
Atwood706: Are you sure you're okay?
SummerBitch813: never better, y?
Atwood706: Never mind. Are you busy tomorrow?
SummerBitch813: busy all this week
Atwood706: Oh.
SummerBitch813: I g2g. Bye Ryan.
And very quickly, Summer signed off. Now she really felt bad for lying. But she couldn't let anything happen.
Even though it was early, she decided to go to sleep. She was worried about the next week and a half. What could happen? She didn't want to know.
Summer grabbed Princess Sparkles and held the horse tight. She felt one coming. The covers went over her head just before she screamed in terror.
A few days had passed, now exactly a week since Summer's seizure. It was a dark day, storm clouds plagued the sky.
Ryan rushed into the main part of the Cohens' house just in case a storm would start. It was late, later than Ryan usually let it be. He had been stuck in his own head for too long. Both Seth and Sandy were in the kitchen, with usual morning banter.
"Morning Ryan," Sandy greeted his second son.
"Morning," Ryan grabbed a cup and poured some coffee into it.
"Hey Ryan, have you heard from Summer at all?" Seth had been calling her every three hours. He refused to go to her house because of Neil. And plus, if Summer didn't want to talk to Seth on the phone, why would she want to see him?
"No," Ryan hadn't talked to her since online, but he had a plan.
"Oh," Seth looked over at his brother and felt like he didn't know Ryan at all. Ever since Kirsten went into rehab, Ryan was perhaps the only one who hadn't talked to her yet. Kirsten had begun to gain a complex, but Sandy and Seth assured her that he was just busy.
Kirsten hadn't made it to Trey's funeral, but his real mom had. Ryan sat with both parents on the opposite side of everyone now dear to him. He had to plan it all. He had to speak about the brother who constantly put him down in a good light. No seventeen year old should have to do that.
"Why don't us three hang out?" Sandy proposed.
"Can't. Have to do stuff," Ryan said quickly.
"Like?" Seth was intrigued.
"Have to see someone," Ryan answered. It was strange to be in the Cohens' house during the summer. It had been almost two years since he first came.
"Who?" Seth hoped that maybe Ryan would open up.
"No one in particular. I gotta go. Can I borrow the car please?" Ryan tried to escape.
"Sure," Sandy felt like he was losing Ryan more and more.
Ryan left without another word, and he knew he no longer was a part of the Cohen family. He was just a guest, a visitor, who had out welcomed his stay. Too many things had built up between Ryan and Newport. He might as well just leave then.
But he didn't. He headed to Summer Roberts' house.
I have a lot written for this, and maybe you'll like the pairing, maybe you'll hate it. But I'll say this: DSmooth321, I completely agree with you...lol. Please review, since I won't be back for a while!