Chapter 10 - Need One To Have The Other
Rounding the corner to see Hannah's illuminating face was the last thing Bright had expected. None the less, there she was, sitting upright and meeting her eyes with his as he entered. A smile graced her face, as if nothing bad had ever happened or ever could happen. Bright didn't know whether that was neccesarily a good thing, but it came with the packaging of this remarkable gift.
Bright looked around at all the people surrounding Hannah. Doctors, nurses, interns and even complete strangers.
"Mr. Abbott -" Dr. Claypool began to say before Bright interrupted.
"Could you get these people out of here?" he asked, irritated and protectively. "Besides my family." Bright corrected.
The doctor politely asked everyone but a few nurses to leave and everyone seemed to oblige. One of the nurses took Hannah's vitals and jotted them down on her chart. She then walked over to the doctor and explained in a loud whisper that everything appeared to be normal. Dr. Claypool acknowledged the information and sent the nurse out.
"Everything seems to look good and healthy. However, in such a case like this, I'd like to run some tests just to make sure. I'll give you some time with your family and then a nurse will come get you for those tests." The doctor smiled back at Hannah, amazed at how well she looked. "You're certainly a mystery, if not a miracle."
"I'm hardly a miracle, really." Hannah blushed.
"Well, we'll see." Dr. Claypool chuckled at her modesty and left the room.
Hannah's glance moved from one person to the other who were before her. Ephram, with Amy next to him, stood and almost stared at her speechless. All Amy could do was give a warm, yet uncertain smile. Rose had a blank expression on her face and on her face and clung to Harold, who stood hardly believing what his eyes were seeing. Hannah then looked at Bright. Bright didn't know what he was supposed to do. So, instead of staring, he turned to his comical relief.
"Next time you decide to go on a mental vacation, you're gonna have to give a months notice or else I'll have to replace you." He walked over to Hannah's bedside and sat down next to her.
Hannah was relieved that he didn't treat her like she was on the verge of dying, despite that being the case for almost two weeks. "Deal." she responded. "Maybe the next trip you can come with."
"I heard Vermont is nice this time of year." Bright continued.
"Uh, Bright, could I see you outside a minute?" Harold asked. Bright reluctantly got up and followed his father just outside the room.
"Bright, I don't think you grasp what has happened here."
"I shouldn't be happy that my wife isn't in a coma?" Bright questioned, curious as to why he would bring something like this up.
"You're using jokes and acting as if nothing has even happened, when in fact, something has! Hannah was comatose with a frail chance that she'd ever wake up, and here she is today, smiling." Harold started to raise his voice a little.
"Obviously, Hannah doesn't want to talk about it, so I won't either! Now, I'm going to go back in there and be with my wife and I hope you don't follow me back in." He said sternly, unwilling to take any more of this. Nothing was wrong with Hannah or the way she was acting, Bright thought as he left his father and reentered the room.
"Could you guys give us some time alone?" Bright requested of his family.
They all nodded and left, possibly more dazed and confused than when they first came in.
Bright walked over to Hannah.
"Are you alright?" he asked with caution.
Hannah looked confused. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" She made him seem like he was making up everything that had been the cause of all this. 'Did she not remember?', Bright thought to himself.
Thoughts were interrupted when the nurse finally made her pre-announced appearance. She rolled in a wheel chair and placed it on the right side of Hannah's bed.
"Sorry to interrupt. As soon as the tests are done, I'll let you visit with eachother some more."
Bright made no objection and helped Hannah get into the wheelchair. He kept thinking about what his father had said and how he hinted that Hannah may be different. The doctor had said that if she did ever wake up, she could be.
Hannah reached her hand out o him from the chair, and he held on to it until they reached their destination. Bright's only hope was that she would be fine and that the tests would show it. He didn't know how to think about or deal with any other outcome.
Hannah was Bright's day and night; And like day and night, you need one to have the other.
Review, review, review! Just so there's no confusion, I did delete my two author's notes just to make everything organized and easy to follow for new readers. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It is a little short I guess, but there was nothing else that I wanted to add. Thanks to all my reviewers!