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Chapter 66-Just A Dream
No POV
"Oh my gosh, get him off the floor. Hurry, back into the bed," Vince heard one voice say.
"How did he get down here anyways? I thought he couldn't walk?" he heard another voice say. He groaned in pain as he fought to open his eyes. When he did, there were several doctors surrounding him, two large ones holding back Jayden and Sasha.
"What the fuck is going on?!" he yelled as the doctors held him down. "Let me go!" he yelled, fighting off the doctors. His arms and legs were frailing around like fish out of water.
"Vince, calm down baby. Everything's okay," Sasha yelled over the battle. He looked over at her, noticing a happy glint in her eyes.
While his attention was deterred, he was injected with a sedative that would calm his body. Almost immediately, his tense body settled back into the bed, his muscles relaxing. Vince found himself struggling to keep awake, but he wanted to know what was going on.
"Wha-what's going on?" he asked groggily, fighting to keep his eyes open.
"Vince, we need to know what happened last night. From the looks of it, you've been on the floor for a few hours," Dr. Daniels said, dismissing the rest of his team.
"When I woke up, I saw you on the floor, there was blood everywhere. Are you okay Unc?" Jayden asked, looking genuinely concerned at her uncle.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I thought I was dead," Vince whispered, rubbing his hand against his forehead.
"What happened?" the doctor asked again, taking a seat next to him.
"Well it was late last night. I couldn't sleep, ya know, my head was hurting. But I was thought I saw someone come into my room," Vince spoke in a low tone, as if other people had been listening.
"Like who Vince?" Sasha asked, shifting Desmond to her other arm.
"I don't know, I didn't see a face. But I knew his voice from anywhere. Fake ass Tony Montana," Vince spoke, his anger rising slightly, "Anyways. He walked over to me and said that he was gonna finish what he started. He put a gun to my head and I begged him not to shoot me," Vince's eyes teared at the thought of almost being dead.
"Who are you talking about baby?" Sasha asked, smoothing his hair back.
"Fuckin' Verone. He came here last night. I swear he pulled that trigger," Vince said, his chest heaving.
"Vince, you need to calm down and breathe. Verone is dead, he couldn't have been here last night," Sasha told him, looking over at the doctor.
"You sure? 'Cause it sure does look like he was here last night," Vince said, pointing to the blood on the floor that one of the janitors were cleaning up.
"What do you think doctor?" Jayden asked him, noticing he was done writing on his clipboard.
"Well we think it was all part of his imagination. Most trauma victims suffer post-traumatic stress, which could include anywhere from nightmares to hallucination. What I think? I think Vince was having a nightmare of the incident. He thought someone was in his room trying to hurt him. He must have tried to run out of the room and slipped, hitting his head on the chair," Dr. Daniels finished, pointing to the chair by the door. It had tried blood on it.
"See baby, you're okay. It was just a dream," Sasha whispered, kissing his forehead.
"Something good did come of this though, Mr. Palmeriti," the doctor smiled and stood from the chair.
"Yeah, like what?" Vince spat sarcastically.
"Like you can walk," Dr. Daniels said, cheesing from ear to ear. "Your legs reacted to the incident, and they wanted to move. All you need is a little motivation to get some strength in your legs," he finished. "Let's try it right now. Stand up for me Vince," the doctor said, moving back a little.
Vince sighed and tossed the covers from over his legs. With all his strength, he lifted his legs from the bed and slung them over the edge. He smiled on the inside at as he wiggled his toes. C'mon Vincent, don't let 'em down, he thought to himself. He slid down from the bed, trying to gain his balance. His feet smacked the floor with a thud as he struggled over to the doctor at the door.
"Daddy, leave?!" Desmond looked up at his mother with bright eyes.
"Hopefully baby," she smiled at him, then turned back to Vince.
Vince made it halfway across the room before one of his legs gave out. The doctor quickly stuck a chair underneathe his falling body. Vince winced as his legs ached in pain. He rubbed his hands over his knees and calves.
"That's great Vince. You've made great progress. It seems as if your leg has been healing on it's own. Like I said, you definitely have an angel watching over you," Dr. Daniels said, not looking up from his clipboard,"I say in about a week, after some physical therapy, you'll be out of here," Dr. Daniels said, looking from Sasha to Vince.
"Thank you Doc. Thank's for everything," Sasha smiled, shaking the doctor's hand.
"No problem. I want Vince to get out of here. Needs to be running around the playground with that beautiful kid of his, not running around a hospital," Dr. Daniels smiled, leaving the room.
"I'll leave you two alone. I'll call the Team and let them know what's up," Jayden smiled, taking Desmond with her out the room.
Sasha walked over and sat in a chair next to Vince. She looked up at the wall, cheesing.
"Something funny?" Vince asked.
"You," Sasha said, a small giggle escaping.
"What about me?"
"You sit there with a snarl on your face and act like your not happy that you just walked. Vince, you'll be out of here soon babe. We can go back home and be a real family again. You, me, Dez, and Jayden. Don't tell me the thought of that don't bring a smile to your face," Sasha said, grinning like a baffoon.
Vince thought for a second. She's right you know, he thought to himself. Vince couldn't fight off the smirk any longer, causing Sasha to crack up laughing.
At the garage...
Jesse ran full speed to the junkyard where most of the Team was located. There were digging up old parts to go to a car they were fixing. Consideiring it was like a heat wave, they all were topless, except for Letty, who had only a sports bra on. Not paying attention to where he was going, Jesse smacked dead into Dom's back, which felt like running into a brick wall. He stumbled backwards, his balance a little off.
"What is it Jess?" Dom asked, rolling his shoulders slightly.
"Vince walked! He's walking!" Jesse yelled, his ADD re-surfacing. Letty and Leon cheered, hi-fiving each other.
"When's he coming home?" Dom asked, bending over to search for another carburator.
"Jay said the doctor said maybe next week. Something happened today," Jesse said, his happy mood disappearing.
A chorus of 'what' and 'is he okay' cluttered the air. Jesse shook his head, everyone talking at once made his brain rattle.
"Calm down," Dom said to them, noticing Jesse's confusion. They all silenced, waiting for him to continued.
"Vince had a nightmare last night. He thought Carter was in his room. He thought Carter shot him again," Jesse finished, causing the group to stir up again.
"That's impossible! Carter's dead!" Roman yelled.
"Yeah, I know Rome. But when the girls woke up, they said Vince was on the floor and blood was everywhere," Jesse said, looking at Dom.
"I'm going down there," Dom said, strutting his way back to the opening of the garage. The rest of the Team followed, leaving Jesse jogging up to them.
"Dom! Dom wait!" Jesse yelled, finally making his way to the front. Dom was tossing his work shirt over his sweating torso (A/N: That is one sexy man!) and was about to storm out to his truck.
"What is it Jess?!" Dom yelled, stopping short of the door handle.
"Vince is fine! We don't need to go. The doc said it was all in his head. He was running away from what he thought was Carter and slipped and his face on a chair. V's okay," Jesse said in between deep breaths.
The Team sighed and calmed down. Dom ran his hand over his head and leaned against his truck.
"Why do you have to do that Jess?" Dom asked, his hand covering his face.
"Sorry D," Jesse said sheepishly.
"Everyone, back to work. We'll go see Vince later," Dominic said, stripping his top off as he walked back to the garage.
Later that day...
The Team had gone to visit Vince around 6:30 p.m., the closing time for the garage. He informed them on the whole incident and that it was nothing to worry about. They spent hours talking about cars, the garage, and the kids. That's when Dom brought up his idea of building a new beach house.
"You wanna do what?! Dom, do you realize how many of us there are?!" Vince exclaimed, a smirk grin tugging at his lips. He was happy that he had a large family.
"I realize that. That's why we're going to build a bigger one. To fit us all," Dom said, crossing his massive arms over his chest.
"Dude, that's gonna be gigant house," Brian said, not looking up from Angel. They were having one of their usual staring contest, Angel always winning.
"He's right, dawg. Where we gonna get the shit to build a freakin' house?" Leon asked, not looking up from the video game he and Jesse were playing.
"Hey, doesn't the warehouse have all that old wood and shit in it?" Letty asked from her seat on Dom's lap. He had on hand on her belly, rubbing the spots the baby would kick.
"Letty's right. And we could scrape up some cash and buy some other things from the construction sites downtown. C'mon guys, we can do. Let's do it," Jesse squealed, not bothering to hide his excitement.
After everyone agreed that it'd be a great idea to build the beach house, they needed to figure out what they wanted to do with the old one. They could sell it and use that money to help go to the new house, or they could keep it.
"I say we sell it. I mean we need the money anyways," Lillian spoke.
"Yeah, I mean what else are we gonna do with it?" Diana agreed, bouncing her baby on her knee.
"I say we left the girls have their own separate house," everyone gasped and turned to Dom, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. He was the most anti-'let-the-girls-do-something-alone' person in the house. He knew Vince and Ricky would both flip.
"WHAT?!" both Ricky and Vince said simultaneously.
"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen Uncle Dom," Chrystal said bewildered. In her mind, she loved the idea of not having the Team and her sister on her back every second of the day. She loved them all, but they were a bit much to deal with at times.
"Why not? I mean, teenage girls need their privacy too don't they? Why not let them have the old beach house? Ricky, you and Erica can even stay with them," Dom offered.
"I'm game," Jayden agreed all too quickly. Everyone bursted with laughter at her eagerness. She was happy that Dom was letting her and Chrys have the old house.
"Hold up missy. If you two are gonna have the house, there are gonna be some rules. We'll have to think about them when the times comes," Ricky said, scratching her head a little.
The Team continued to shoot the shit as they reminsced on old times. The door to the room opened, revealing an older nurse with gray and brown hair.
"I'm sorry, but visitng hours are over. Mr. Palmeriti needs to take his medicine and get some rest. He starts physical therapy tomorrow," the nurse informed, grinning evily. She knew all patients hated physical therapy, which was the mere reason she enjoyed it. She shut the door, giving them a few more minutes of privacy before they said goodbye.
"Well Vince, good luck in hell!" Rome joked, patting Vince on the shoulder. He grunted in response, shaking Rome's hand.
"Bye Uncle Vince!" all the children yelled.
"Later Rugrats," he growled, grinning at the children.
Everyone else said they goodbyes and exited the room, all except Sasha and Desmond.
"Well baby, I'll see you tomorrow. Please don't give the nurses a hard time tomorrow. I want you out of this place," Sasha kissed his cheek.
"I want out just as much as you want me out. Tell Dom not to start the beach house without me," Vince said, pulling Sasha near for a kiss. He wrapped his hands in her tangled hair, enjoying the sweet taste her kisses provided.
"I love you V," Sasha said, smiling against his lips.
"I love you too babe," he smirked, kissing her again. "You better get out of here before Cruela DeVille returns," he muttered, kissing Desmond's forehead.
Sasha nodded and gathered her things and her son. She waved bye and walked to the door. She twisted the knob and opened the door. She gave Vince one last glance.
"You scared the shit out of me today, you know that?"
"It was just a dream baby. Nothing can keep the ol' Coyote down," Vince winked at her. He smiled watching her leave the room.
"It was just a dream," he repeated outloud to calm himself. He was afraid to go to sleep that night.
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Very boring, I know. But I wanted to clear that up before I went any further. Vince isn't gonna die guys! I promise! LOL Read&review please.
-Kita