Where was she? Why couldn't he feel her? He stood at the entrance to her world, unable to enter it. A feeling of terror was beginning to creep up on him and he despised it. He bellowed in rage and drew his sword, trying to hack at the portal open to get to his mate.
He hacked away for what must have been hours before the scene changed and showed a hospital. A male and female nurse were setting up her hospital room.
While the male nurse adjusted the bed the female looked over the charts in her hands. She frowned sadly and shook her head, "This girl just can't get a break."
The male looked up at her, "What do you mean?"
She flipped another page on the charts, "Says here just over a year ago she was in another car wreck. That time she was with three other men and they all died."
The male finished up and stood. He looked at the bed, "God damn. Sounds like death didn't want to leave any loose ends. Hey what's her name?"
He walked around the bed and as the female told him. "Arielle Neeson."
The male looked at the papers on the clipboard, "Yeah I remember hearing her name on the news. Her, her brother and a couple friends went over a bridge. Hit nothing but pavement. She was the only one who lived."
The female shook her head and the two began walking out, "Kind of creepy that the soul survivor of a car wreck dies in another one a year later."
The other nodded his head and Arielle's unconscious body was wheeled into her room. The Kurgan's eyes widened when he saw her; she was badly injured and scratched on the face. Her face was as pale as death, her lips had no color. One eye was brutally swollen and a deep gash ran along one cheek. Under the wraps on her skull it looked as she may have been scalped by the street.
The scene blurred and refocused again. This time showing two people who looked like they must have been her parents stood one side of her, a third man who The Kurgan took for the doctor stood on her other side. The mother was sobbing loudly and hysterically. The father tried to look strong but looked on the verge of breaking down, the doctor was speaking to him.
"I'm truly sorry about your daughter," he said, looking sincere.
The father wanted answers not condolences. She wasn't dead yet. "So what's going on? Will she be alright?" He asked.
The doctor looked at the man and woman sadly before looking through her notes. He sighed and looked up, "She's in a coma that I've never seen, or heard of, before."
"What exactly does that mean?" The father asked, looking less that pleased. "My wife and I prefer straight answers, no bullshit cushions."
The doctor man nodded, "She appears to be, and mostly likely by how hard she hit her head, is in a persistent vegetative coma. This is one very severe and her chances of waking up are nonexistent." Arielle's parents looked at him gravely. "She hasn't responded to any stimuli in the past few days but isn't exactly following the rules of a vegetative coma. I don't know what the hell it is. While her main bodily functions are that of a person in a vegetative coma like breathing on one's own, moving a little, . Her brain activity is the exact same as that of someone dreaming. It's really like she's sleeping."
"Isn't that what a coma is?" Her father asked, his voice hoarse.
The doctor nodded, "Usually, but there's little to no brain activity. Her brain isn't acting like she's in a coma. I'm sorry I can't explain better but we really don't know what's really happening to her. All we know is that she's alive, which in its self is a miracle after that crash," he explained while Arielle's mother broke down into even harder sobbing. After a minute of letting the news sink in the doctor decided to ask the hardest question yet. "I really don't want to ask you two this, but I have to. Do you want to keep her on life support and how long are you willing to wait for her to wake up?"
The father looked at his wife and then studied his daughters scratched and mangled face. He weighed his options and listed the facts in his head. "Is she a vegetable or not?" It was the only thing he could think to ask.
"Not completely. She's not brain dead if that's what you're asking," the other man responded.
"Then we'll keep her on life support for as long as we have to," her father said, making the final decision. "If I understand what you're saying then Arielle is still there. She'll come back, I know she will, she has to."
The doctor looked at the girl, "You do know that the chances of her never waking up are overwhelming?"
Her parents nodded. The doctor nodded once and excused himself from the room while the couple grieved.