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Chapter Two: Dreams, Flash Backs and Reality

The gatekeeper looked the same as I had seen him last, so long ago when I was young and innocent- well not so innocent- that night I had so desperately fought to bring Jesse back, from the deserted hallway, the same hallway I was stuck in now. The dark, bleak sky above was alight by the few stars that burned coldly. The gatekeeper, in his gladiator outfit -leather miniskirt, the broom sticking out of his helmet and of course the big sword- did something that completely shocked me. He smiled at me. Let me tell you he had a great set of purly whites, the kind that the totally buff guys on toothpaste adds came equipped with. Out of shock, I guess, I returned his cheery greeting by flashing him my own teeth. "His waiting for you" he tonelessly stated in a clear ringing voice and reached out and opened a door for me. He? Who was he talking about?

"I don't understand, what do you mean by-" But he put up his hand to silence me.

" Go" He commanded and chivalrously held the door open. Hey what who am I to disobey orders, I did what the man said. I stepped heavily through the door, I was up to my ankles in wispy fog. I had only taken my first step and I was met by a blinding flash and "Beep, Beep, Beep".

I opened my eyes. My vision was blurred, blinking I sat up. It was just a dream, the hallway, the gatekeeper, all of it just a dream. Yet the beeping didn't stop "Beep, Beep, Beep". I blinked again this time the room came into focus. I turned my head in the direction of the noise. My eyes landed on the source of the beeping, a monitor I hadn't noticed before flashed and beeped away. It was attached to something, a thin cord curled it's way across the floor and up onto the bed into the vein of a strong capable hand. The hand that was attached to Jesse's moribund body. I couldn't remember why I was hear, what happened to Jesse? Blind panic filled me. My attention averted by a car horn blasting outside.

That's when it hit me, the memories of yesterday flooded back.

Flash back

"Take it easy today Susannah, You heard what the doctor said you need plenty of rest, you and the bebé (A/N: bebé Spanish for baby of course :)" Jesse reached out and cupped my face in his hands and caressed my mouth with his. When we broke apart he lightly grazed my swollen belly, kissed me one last time on my brow and left for work. I closed the door lightly behind me and slumped onto the couch. It didn't take me long to become engrossed in some trashy melodramatic soap.

It was a cold day and I had turned the heater up, and pulled a large fluffy blanket over my bump and began to drift into a relaxed snooze. I was having a wonderful dream, Jesse and I were crooning over a basanette, the innocent laughter of an infant chimed around us and-

"Ring, Ring".

I opened my eyes and groaned, why is it every time I'm having a good dream it gets interrupted. I pushed the blanket of me and rolled off the couch. The phone was on the table and I reached for it before who ever had rudely interrupted me could hang up.

" Hello" I almost growled.

" Hello, is this by any chance a Mrs de Silva?" a confident authorized voice asked.

" Yep, that's me, who wants to know?" so I was being a little rude, but who ever it was had awoken me from a very good dream.

"My name is Sarah Mitchelltion, I'm calling from Carmel hospital, your husband a Mr Jesse de Silva was admitted this morning, a drunk driver lost control of the wheel and crashed into Jesse's car. Jesse appears to have sustained serious injuries, he has a dislocated shoulder, whiplash and he is currently unconscious. He has lost a lot of blood We would like you to come to the hospital right away if possible".

My blood ran cold, I could hear the women speak but her words weren't registering, Jesse couldn't be hurt, that's silly, he was fine this morning, he couldn't have been harmed in a car crash and yet the women on the phone sounded sincere. White lipped and struggling for air I asked " Is he going to be alright?".

Sarah Mitch-whats-her-face hesitated before answering "He has as I said lost a lot of blood, and hasn't been responding, at the moment were doing some tests but I'm afraid Jesse might slip into a coma". The phone crashed to the ground along with me, as I struggled for breath. "oh" I gasped.

(A/N: I know it seems weird to have the prognosis over the phone but Ive been in a situation at the hospital where a doctor told me a family member died and I couldn't bring myself to write that scene when shes just waiting for someone to tell her wtf going on... it would make it worse for me to write it at the hospital it would bring back really bad memories ... even writing a scene over the phone was hard for me so I hope you understand this and can try and use your imaginations ... I don't think its to hard to believe an over the phone prognosis... )

Back to reality

All I remember after that was blindly racing to the hospital and finding him in this state and the horrible realization that this might be the end. After that I must have fallen asleep. I grazed his face with the back of my hand and all of a sudden felt woozy. I stood up and looked around frantically for something, and I found it on Jesse's bedside table. The bedpan was clean right up until the point were I throw up in it. I may be in a state of devastation but theres no stopping morning sickness.

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