Hello all! How are you!? I've been having A LOT of computer troubles lately, and to top it all off, my computer screen is shattered! Say thanks to my dog, Haven, for that one! She was mad when I took her squeeky toy because she was constantly squeeking it when my dad was watching T.V. She's 120-ish lbs, so just image a mad dog, and an inferior computer. Anyways I have to borrow my sister's computer, which is freezing almost as badly, but, IT HAS WORDPAD! SO NOW GOOD BYE INTERNET FOR WRITING! WEEEEE!
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Time Skip (FPOV Three Weeks Later)
The doctor said that in the crash when Max hit her head, it probably snapped back and slammed into the open window frame. It caused a very slow leakage, and lead to a seizure, then a coma.
She hasn't come to yet, but I know she will, she has to. We have a plan! I've been by her side day and night, I've only slept about two hours everyday since I've been allowed to be with her. I sing to her every night, and talk to her each day.
Mom comes in and pats my head, "baby, today is the day. You have to go get dressed and be ready." She holds up a bag, ugh, we have to go to court today, the driver of the semi isn't getting in trouble, nope not at all, the company is.
Three hours later we are in court, Max's lawyer is a good one, Mr. Bexley, he's been the lawyer for Max's parents since Max's dad made his greatest scientific discovery, about 10 years ago, and made almost 1 billion dollars. Yeah, her dad is a scientist, the best one in the world to us. He has a noble prize, his own labs, he's like an evil mastermind!
He never told us exactly what got him all that money, just that it has to do with genetics and finding cures to diseases believed incurable. He claims the reason he made the discovery was all because Max, she had knocked over his coffee while her and Ella were fighting over whether to make pizza or cookies. The coffee made him rewrite his paper, so it looked neat, and presentable, and when he did he realized he made a huge mistake, and then everything I just wrote happened.
Anyways, our lawyer is, well different. He is a military lawyer, since dad is overseas, but only for about two more months, they changed his return date unfortunately. The lawyer, Mr. Redford, is so stiff, and looks very professional yet very unfriendly. The only thing he talked to me about was what happened, and all he said after I finished talking was, "that's good, we've got this."
I look over at the defendants table, and I get a bit scared, there are five of them, two at the table surrounding the CEO, and three sitting behind the half fence thing to separate everything. The lawyers look like sharks, but the CEO looks like a teddy bear, I mean he looks cuddly, not that I want to cuddle him. That's just gross, and I mean gross.
Apparently the driver, Mr. Jones, had told the company about the axle verbally at least seven times, and wrote reports five times. Mr. Jones was smart, he recorded every encounter with a camera on his glasses, and copied and dated every written report. Mr. Jones is about 26, he is very tall, strong, and has a very southern accent. He has a fractured wrist, broken nose, four broken ribs, and a minor concussion. He's sitting in court with us, he keeps giving me reassuring smiles, or very soft pats on the shoulder.
He calls the hospital every day, checking up on Max and apologizing every other sentence, some days he breaks down in tears, which is weird, but he feels really bad about everything I guess. He filed a lawsuit too, the company fired him after the accident because they said he should've reported that he did not feel comfortable driving the truck. Our lawyers have proof of where the CEO had told (AKA threatened) the company mechanics to cover-up the reports in e-mails. It took Mr. Jones and the police almost two weeks to find out why the mechanics ignored the issues with the truck.
The bailiff comes into the room and says, "All rise for the Honorable" weird, his face looks so upset with what he is about the say," Judge Roland ter Borcht." Huh? I thought our judge was a woman, Judge Lamont, she was said to be really tough on companies. I look over at our lawyers and they look pissed off, the CEO's lawyers look kind of excited. We all stood, I turn to Mr. Jones, he looks scared.
"What happened to the woman judge?" I asked our lawyers.
"Um, I have no clue, there is no change of judges in our papers anywhere. They can't do this! They can't just change our judges and not tell us!" Both lawyers look like they are going to lose this case, which can not happen. Mr. Jones looks like he's about to pass out, he's sweating and shaking, looking really upset.
"What's wrong with you? He can't been too hard on us because we have proof they covered it all up, right, Mr. Jones?" Mr. Jones just stares at me like I just asked whether penguins were pink with purple polka dots.
"Judge ter Borcht does not like when companies mess up, but he also doesn't like to deal with the 'who is right' cases like we have. No one likes him because you never know which way he's gonna go! He may side with the company, or he may side with us. If he sides with us you never know how much you're gonna get either, you could get one dollar to cover medical bills, or you could get nine hundred million dollar ($900,000,000) to cover bills. You never know." he says this in a quick whisper, then goes, "by the way just call me Sam." (A/N: Yeah, I made him a good guy, just because I'm using someone else for something later and I didn't think about it when I wrote 'Sam' until later so, yeah!)
So, he's kind of moody when it comes to judging cases? Eesh, that's not good, yet it is good. Ugh this is so not helping Max!
"As you all may be wondering, Judge Lamont, had a medical emergency, so, you must present your case to me, in a short speech, and if I find it worthy enough I will take your case on, if not, then it will be dismissed until Judge Lamont is back." Cue grumbling lawyers and confused everyone else.
Time Skip (back to hospital FPOV)
So, the judge said he wasn't taking our case because it bored him. Is he allowed to do that? I'm not sure, but our lawyers were mystified! The CEO's lawyers were more excited, well as excited as a freaking sloth, but still.
While we were gone the doctors gave Max a series of tests, but they still don't know when she will wake up. She looks so thin, and fragile, yet stunningly beautiful, like a piece of amazing china.
"Her body is healing, Fang, you must let her decide when the time is right to wake up. We can't just go and shake her saying, 'wake up, Max,' that's impossible." The doctor had to explain this to me every day at least twice.
I haven't been home since the accident, nor have I seen my siblings yet, I told mom that I'd see them when I'm ready. Right now mom is trying to force me into leaving Max. "Fang, you have to come home, Nudge still isn't talking, Angel cries everyday, Gazzy isn't scheming anymore, and Iggy, well, all he does is lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling, or mops and cries all day. We have to force him to eat, and even then it's a struggle to get him to chew." I'm ignoring her, she told me this the past four days, but I can't leave Max alone! "Nicolas Walker, you are leaving this hospital today, or I will have security ban you from this damn room!" She grabbed my arm, and I slowly began to follow her, but then yank away and run to my beautiful, sleeping girl.
"Max, I want you to be awake by the time I get back, I want you to promise me that, okay?" I grab her hand and do a pinky promise, I know it sounds silly, but right now I'd be willing to walk to Russia, over a bed of glass and nails if at the end of it there is something to wake her up. I kiss her on the lips and whisper, "I love you, get better, I miss you already," and then my mom grabs my shirt and yanks me out the room.
Time Skip (at home FPOV) A/N: I wanted him to blame someone for the accident, and it happens to be his deployed dad, so no hate on deployed family members and such, just I know who got into something similar and took it out on their deployed mom.
The entire car ride home was filled with mom talking about dad's deployment, and how excited she is he'll be home in about a month. I mean really? He couldn't have requested leave? His damn son was in a fucking accident, his son's girlfriend half dead, yet he was still deployed? How the hell does that work out?
Mom went into the house first, and I was standing on the porch thinking about going in, or sitting on the swing outside. I heard a tiny, sad voice say, "when is he coming home?" Angel, of course, she's always thinking about dad, stupid, annoying, self-absorbed dad. Note the damn sarcasm!
The I hear mom say, "he's actually here, but I think he's still outside," right as I decide to go inside. Cue me being attacked by a screaming 14 year-old, and a crying 17 year-old barreling down the steps.
"OMG I can't believe you're home! IGGY! GAZZY! He's home! Fang! When did you decide to come home? OMG! I've missed you so much! I mean we all have! How did court go? Did y'all win? Of course y'all did, I mean why wouldn't you? That's so hmpmhs!" Nudge said all that in about the time it took her to go from the bottom of the steps, to her hugging me, and burying her head into my shoulder.
Gazzy was upstairs when he heard his screaming sisters, and came barreling downstairs, "FANG! I missed you so much! Now I can finally test out my pranks! I mean, I missed you?" Such brotherly love, don'tcha feel it?
I'm being hugged by everyone, except Iggy, where is Iggy anyways? "Iggy?" I call, and everyone freezes and looks kind of guilty. "Oh no, please tell me he's not in my room!" I break free from everyone and hightail it to my room. When Iggy gets too upset, he tends to take out his emotions on the belongings of whoever he's upset with. "Iggy! I swear if you are in my room messing up my stuff, I will break your legs!"
When I make it to my room, I see... Nothing? Just my plain room, like normal, so where is he? He is in here somewhere. Then I spot movement, under my blanket? Huh? "Iggy?" When I walk over and move the blanket I see a sleeping Iggy, who has pale, yet bloodshot eyes, he must have been crying. "Iggy." I shake him awake, and just look at him.
"Oh! You're home! Finally!" He shouts and somehow launches himself out of the bed and I'm laying on the floor, confused as to how he was able to do that. "I've missed you, ya know, I'd hate being the oldest sibling, it's way too much work, that's why they got you actually, so I'd be able to relax and all. I mean it's kinda nice, having my own minions but, eh, it gets old quick."
"Get out of my room you creeper, and never sleep in my bed again." Pushing Iggy out the room, when we get downstairs, mom is making dinner, and everyone is talking and being normal. "I've missed all of y'all." I go around and hug each one of my siblings, so unlike me, but hey, I'm doing it so whatever. When I get to mom I give her a huge hug and say, "thank you" and sit down. As soon as I sit down, the door rings. "I'll get it, probably just a neighbor," I call, mom did say almost everyone has come and said sorry.
As I get into the hallway, I peak out the window beside the door but don't see anyone, which is weird, but maybe someone just left a package or something. Opening the door, I see, well someone who I've very mad at right now. He's in his Marine Corps uniform, and looks all spiffy, flowers and bags, I assume presents for everyone. Have you guessed who yet? Well I'll just tell you. My dad.
Okay, well that's it for now! Hopefully I can update by next weekend! Review, favorite, follow, all the good stuff, and I'll forever be greatful to you! Any spelling errors are due to it being one in the morning and me trying to rush-write this for y'all! Remember! Review and leave comments, suggestions, everything! REVIEW! Potatoes! I LOVE EVERYONE WHO READS THIS, Y'ALL MEAN SO MUCH TO ME!