The Prayerful Awaking Family Reunion!
Well, God's good timing, it is Christmas, so it's only right I guess this chapter finally comes out now, as it is Christmas in this story. Sorry, it has been so long, having to wait a year, sorry about that. I had an odd idea that Edward would not need to actually get his appendix removed. I thought that maybe the doctor could make a small incision and get rid of all the toxins, by sucking them out. Thus saving the appendix, which is not a useless organ as we once thought it was. Well, long story short, there's a doctor who goes to my church so I asked him if this was possible to do, no. Impossible, the puss and whatever else that caused it would have rotted the tissues so has to be removed. So sorry Edward, dear, I tried, it can't be done. So it has to be reworked, a bit, the story, but that's that. Sorry, for the long wait, but I do hope you enjoy it, this nice long chapter, to make up for the wait. Oh, by the way, with Edward unable to keep his appendix, sob, sob, I did make up for it with some typical Morph humor, before going under the knife. With a little surprise. It wasn't necessary, especially for Morph who did it voluntarily for humor's sake, but it was really too late by then!
Running up the stairs, he knew what he had heard, but he still didn't understand what it was as he smelled their two scents coming from the bathroom, and all the loud shouting of she's alive, she's alive, from both of them! "Hey is everything all right in there? I heard what sounded like an explosion, kind of, and, whoa, what's with all the water," Logan asks as he sees everything was drenched in the bathroom. "What's with the tears, and who's alive?"
"Oh, God, so that's why I didn't see mamma in Heaven when I had my near-death experience, that's why!"
"Why didn't you tell me that?"
"I didn't want to alarm you, you were so happy and I could tell that you were stressed a bit, it just wasn't the right time to bring that up."
"What's going on, why is it wet in here, you overfill the tub, and who's alive?"
"Papa's powers just manifested; thermal radiation and my mamma, she's still alive, Logan, my mother is still alive! There must have been a mix-up at the hospital! Logan, go prep one of the Mini-Jets for me, I have to go take papa to go get his appendix removed he's got appendicitis. I'll call the hospital as soon as I can, to tell them we're coming."
"Uh, okay," not quite getting what he heard, knew he would have it all explained to him, later on, just went and did as he was asked to.
"No wait, come back, go and get his clothes first, he can't go there like this." Nodding Logan went off to sniff down the room and easily found it. Finding a change of loose-fitting pants, shirt, underwear, and socks, he took them to the bathroom. "I'll get a towel after I help you out. Easy does it now, papa," half tripping as he got out and almost falling over if Sydney didn't have a good grip on him. Edward in a jolt of sharp intense searing pain accidentally released a burst of his heat powers, and heat dried the room!
"Ow, ohh aahaa ow ohh," with a hiss of his whole body drying off as well as his son's clothes along with it, in that blast of heat, Edward gasped as his powers flicked off! "What did I just do?! Sydney, are you okay, did I hurt you?!"
"No, I didn't feel anything, well; my clothes are hot warm from getting dried off like that, just like they're fresh out of a hot dryer. But no, I didn't feel your powers, since I too am immune to you, and your powers, so I don't and won't feel a thing if you use your powers on me, which is a darn good thing if you ever do use them on me, accidentally, yikes! Well, you fixed it, papa, now the place is all dried off."
"Hey, it's dry in here now, ohh and really hot!"
"My bad, I don't know how to ohh control them yet, ow, gosh. Help me into my clothes; I don't think I can do it myself."
Both freshly changed into clean clothes, Syd put his uniform on underneath his clothes, in case he needs his communicator. Now carried off by Sydney, who was the only one who could take a shot of his papa's powers if they did go off accidentally again. The first stop was the War Room, it was on their way, getting the number from Cerebro, called up the hospital to tell them that they were coming there for an emergency appendectomy; they got all the basic information from them and to get ready for the operation. After the call, Sydney he helped to take him to the hanger bay, and put him into the prepped Mini-Jet and buckled him in.
"I sure hope you know how to fly this thing."
"Course I do, I have a pilot's license, not to worry. Okay, here we go."
"Morph, wait!"
Popping the top, he looked back wondering what was up, and why Beast was running and screaming at him like that for, "What's up, I got to get papa to the hospital."
"Well, aside from the 2 confirmations from the blood and urine samples, that yes it is indeed appendicitis. I thought you might like to both know, your father has the x-gene; he's a mutant."
"I know, papa just got his powers, they just manifested, thermal radiation and a bit of telepathy, just like I have. But what I would like to know is, why now, did they choose to manifest themselves, and not at puberty, when they should have."
"Well, I will look into that, right away, but, however, there was a huge surge of testosterone, in your father's blood and urine samples, so much so, that I would almost wager he was experiencing puberty, right now."
"I can assure you I already went through puberty once already, and I didn't like it then, that much; and I sure don't like it, now! Go!"
"He's a little hormonal; you'll have to excuse him. Plus we just found out my mamma is still alive so we're flying to Pittsburgh to have it done there and to get some answers. We already phoned the hospital they will be ready and waiting for our arrival to get it done. We're out of here!" Putting down the top, and locking it in place, and powering up, they took off down the runway fast and off out the hatchway doors, and it was straight off to home, Pittsburgh Pennsylvania from there! "How are you doing papa, feeling a little airsick? If you do there's an airsick bag back there if you should feel the need to throw up again."
"Airsickness is the least of my problems and worries, Sydney. Especially since I threw up everything, I had in my stomach already. How are we going to get her out of that coma? What if she doesn't remember us? Oh; and why do I have to go so much lately like I got an overactive bladder?"
"I don't really know the answers to the first 2 questions but you should have told me before we left, you had to go. Well, there is an onboard computer I can look up appendicitis and see if that is one of the symptoms." Put on autopilot while he did that, he looked into all the common and uncommon symptoms. "Hey, yeah, look it is a symptom frequent and urgent urination, same with diarrhea, as well as constipation you've had as well. It is normal to have those symptoms during an appendicitis attack. You'll feel a lot better and be back to normal soon after they're out of you. Just be sure you save them for me, I want to see what they look like. And to mock them ha-ha, got you out before you burst, ha-ha, now you can't do anything but rot in a jar for all to see, hee-hee!"
Raising an eyebrow in humor at his son, he shook his head, same old Sydney. "Yeah, I'll ask the doctor to save them for you. I'd like to know what they look like too." Looking down a bit, he thought of the last past few hours and days leading up to this. It couldn't end all so soon, not now, not like this, hot tears came, he was afraid of what was to happen next. "You will be there, when, or at least, after, I wake up, right?"
"Of course, papa, I'll be right there when you first wake up or just after, it's over. I just won't be there when they stick anything sharp into you that's all."
"Hee, hee, hee, ow, ohh," in a gut-wrenching pain from that laugh he realized laughing right now, was not a good idea, at all!
"Don't laugh, it probably makes it worse." Sighing Morph knew why his papa had asked him that. Morph knew papa was scared. Now that he had got him back, now of all times, he was afraid that he was going to lose him again, because of this. "I'll be there, daddy. I know you're freaked out, but everything is going to be all right it will be all over before you know it. No fear in love, remember, that perfect Love casts out all fears that you have."
"I know, it's just everything," he cries, "I get you back, and then I'm sick with ow, appendicitis, and find out I'm a mutant, and I get my powers, and to top it all off, we find out that mamma is still alive too!"
"Yeah, it's a perfect Christmas; it's just what I wished for, well, aside from the appendicitis you have. Maybe next year I should just ask for a sibling or two, much less hassle." With a huge smiling grin and a nod from his papa, they were already on the same wavelength about that.
"Maybe you might still get the chance, anything is possible, it is Christmas after all, and we both know, nothing is impossible with God!" With that said, and some praying it wasn't very long before they were nearing their hometown and then the hospital; landing it on the emergency helicopter-landing pad. Admitted right away to the OR, Edward didn't have to wait too long as the doctor was already called, and was there by the time they had arrived, room ready and prepped, to operate on him.
Syd stood outside the doors killing time productively by filling out the standard hospital forms, what he could, while his papa was being prepped. Namely given an IV in his arm and local anesthetic. As well as going over a few things, making sure, he wasn't allergic to anything, getting his weight, and height, and all that important stuff, like his blood type, and one last pee, before the surgery. The nurse took the filled out forms and gave them to his father to fill out the rest. Once that was all done and he was numbed up in preparation for the surgery, finally, the nurse opened the door with an understanding smile as soon as the IV was in, and all the scary pokey needles were done. "Safe to come in now?" Both the nurse and doctor nodded. "Before I forget, save them for me, us, if you can, we want to see what they look like."
"Sure, but I don't think you will want to keep it," the doctor says.
"I'd like to see what it looks like and mock them. Hey, papa look on the bright side, at least you get a free shave out of the deal, right," he laughs.
Edward raised an eyebrow then the penny dropped, "Oh for goodness sake, really, you're gonna really make a joke about that? Me getting my…"
"Your pubes shaved off, yeah, darn right I will!" As he laughed about it, a funny idea came to his mind. Highly clever and very creative when it came to jokes and pranks, at times it was almost never-ending, what his mind could come up with to do, pull, or say. Perfect for a silly shapeshifter. "Hey, while you got the razor the clipper out, why don't you do his armpits and mine." He didn't know they were only out there out of precautionary measures, so someone wouldn't have to go fetch them if they were needed during the middle of the surgery.
"What?!"
Lifting up his arms and one of his papa's, saying, "It's a jungle in there!"
"Sydney, please come on, what, what are you doing?" Sydney was by his armpit listening.
"Hear that, I think, yeah, I think I hear it, it's Tarzan's call. He must be in there and swinging around on the vines in there, or make that, hairs. Can you hear him, papa? I can." He did the Tarzan call making it sound as if it was at a faraway distance, and going from one armpit to the other one. "Oh wow, hey now he's on your other armpit." Doing a longer one, "Whoa, now he's down in your nether regions! Better hurry up, and shave him out of there, before he and Jane start copulating with all the monkeys," starting to do monkey calls. "Too late. Hurry! We gotta get rid of that infestation, right now! Razor, and extra sensitive shaving cream, stat!" Hell, if they would let him, he would even do it! It might save his father the embarrassment or some dignity if he shaved him there. Course it might not be that way to his mind of course.
Chuckling slightly, his son really knew how to lighten up the room and mood with a good joke. "Behave yourself."
"Behave, myself, it's not me! It's the monkeys! Can't help it if the monkeys have invaded your forest floor carpeting, and are doing wild and unspeakable acts down there in your nether regions."
"Sydney, hee, hee, hee, hee, the only money around here is you." Laughing still, God he loved his son so much, he had really missed his witty sense of humor, when he needed cheering up, and he needed it right now, to make him feel better. Sydney sure knew how to bring it, his A-game to any situation, even this. "Now enough joking around, I would like to get my appendix removed, before they burst."
"Okay, but I mean it; I'll do it if you do it."
"I beg your pardon, do what?"
"Just so you feel better about it, I'll get my pubes shaved off too, provided you get your stink pits mowed down as well."
The nurse was going to say something but the doctor just shook his head, mouthing, 'no'.
He took that dare challenge, "Really…fine, then, shave them. Do us both, guess I won't feel so bad if you have to get your pubes and pits shaved, along with mine."
"Got some hot wax? That ought to be really fun!"
"Not for your nether regions, believe me. All right then, arms up, let's get this over with," the nurse laughed and tried not to as she shaved the both of them. Sydney popped out for a moment to get his tops off but was right back in there to get his done right after papa was shaved. It was pretty damn funny, especially when the truth came out. "Okay done."
"No, you're not," Sydney singsongs, about to pull down his pants.
"Oh yes, I am. Keep your pants on."
The doctor grins, "I hate to tell you all this now, but… You're getting the laparoscopic surgery done to remove your appendix, not a traditional one. We don't need to shave you for that."
"What, ugh, Syd, you're a brat. I'll bet you knew!"
"What? Me? No! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Are you kidding me, and miss out on watching a voluntary Christmas shaving, no way, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
"Though for the record, I was about to say something that it wasn't necessary unless something goes wrong and we can't get them out that way. That's the only reason why those were out there, just in case, something goes wrong, and we do have to do a traditional appendectomy."
"You mean, I got my pits shaved, for nothing?!" He tried to look upset angry, but it was no use he could always look at the bright and humorous side of things, namely this. "Oh well, on the bright side, at least I can do this again," making armpit farts.
"Oh, that was so worth it wasn't it, now, Syd, just so you could make armpit farts again, ohh, God, help me. You know, I'm thinking you wanted to be shaved."
"Ahem! My nether regions…"
"Don't even think about it," his papa, the nurse, and the doctor all say!
"All right, all right, can't blame a guy for trying."
"Anyway, because it will be a laparoscopic surgery your scars won't be very big, and it will also cut down on your recovery time as well. All right, Edward, you'll be dozing off soon here, this is just oxygen, I'm giving you right now, just to help you relax a bit and breathe better, and that's where the sleeping gas with come in, through the mask, in just a few minutes."
"I am relaxed now, thanks to my oddball son."
"Well, still, I need to give you a sedative, to also help you to relax, while we monitor your vitals for a bit, before the sleeping gas. Once you get the sleeping gas, you'll be out like a light, in less than 10 seconds. Appendicitis at Charismas, wow."
"Yeah, what a terrible thing to get at Christmas. I bet a tie and some socks are looking a whole lot better than this," the nurse quips, as she knowingly monitors his vitals as the doctor gives him the sedative through the IV."
"Are you kidding me? We got the best Christmas gift we could ever ask for; my beloved wife is still alive! She's just in a coma here."
Sydney cringed slightly, as he watched the needle going to the IV, though obviosity not painful, but still, just the sight of a needle was making him nervous. He refocused his thoughts and mind on his father, and what he was about to go through, as well as the revelations it had brought. "And I got my old daddy back too, best, Christmas, ever! I'll be looking around for her, while you're in surgery, but I'll be back once you're out of surgery. I don't know if I can be there right when you first wake up."
Edward nodded that was just fine; yeah, he probably couldn't be there, right when he woke up from surgery anyhow, just as long as he was there, soon after he woke up. "That's fine, son, as soon as you can." Then he suddenly shudders, as the drug kicked in and gasped loudly rolling and shaking his head back and forth, freaked right out!
"What's the matter?"
"Whoa, unh, ohh, I hate this ohh, stop, stop!" Now he understood in full what getting high felt like, and he did not like it one bit! (This is how I reacted when I was given the sedative before being put out with sleeping gas, the rush was terrible, I really hated it, and I had to go through it twice! Once to get my ankle - after I broke it on both sides slipping on ice in the winter - readjusted. I was able to take the pain the first 2 times, it actually even felt good, but after that, it was too painful, so I was put in some sort of twilight sleep, while they finished the readjusting before I could be taken by ambulance to a bigger hospital. Then a day and a half, or more, later, going into surgery to finally fix it, the sedative. As I, and I use this term very loosely here, although it does apply well, got 'high' I got a very bad rush and faster heartbeat, or at least that's what it felt like to me, nothing too serious at all I'm sure, it just scared the hell out of me! I have never done drugs and especially after going through that, well I would never ever want to‼ I don't know how or why anyone would ever want to!) "The drugs no, stop, stop it take it out! No, I can't, no, stop, stop it, please!"
"Allergic reaction," it was the only thing Sydney could think of at first and ask.
"Doesn't seem to be," the nurse says looking at his vitals.
"Shouldn't be, no," the doctor confirms.
Then remembers, "Nope, I get it, though, yeah, how soon I forgot, you're tripping, bad. Drugs are bad, mkay. The same thing happened to me, when I had my surgery, only I flipped out so much they thought it was best not to proceed with it. At least not, like that. I did get it done in the end, though, just without the sedative, it wasn't needed at all."
His papa asked, curious, "What was that surgery for?"
In Italian, "To get the mind-control device out of my head. The Professor thought it might be best if I tried using my powers to try to get it out or at least part the skin to get at it since that's how it was put in. It burrowed into my head, using my powers; so it came out just as easily when I used my powers since it was deactivated."
"Wow. Oh man, I think I'm over it now, though, but I still feel a bit weird, though."
"Yes. Bad rush, it seems like, it happens, we see it a lot, so no, it's probably not an allergic reaction. I sometimes go to drug rehabilitation centers, it's also a safe place where people can get high, as much as I disapproved of people using drugs to get high like that, it's better they do it in a safe place than wind up dead because of them. So sometimes I see and hear the same reaction," the nurse says.
"I've never done drugs, and I would never want to! This is, was, scary, freaky."
"I know, I can be," the doctor nodded understandingly, "but we'll monitor you for a little bit longer, maybe a minute or two, to make sure it's nothing before giving you the sleeping gas. But yes, your heartbeat did go up rapidly so that can be a bit scary, but it doesn't seem to be an allergic reaction. If it is an allergic reaction we can quickly deal with it, but you seem fine now."
"Good, sigh. So yes, while I'm out you can go look around for her while I'm being operated on. See if you can get her out of that coma as well if you do find her."
"Will do," he continued to hold his father's hand.
The nurse and doctor gave him a bit more time to check his vitals, everything was fine. "Seems good," the nurse said stated, also double-checking if he was numbed up as well. "Do you feel this at all, anything? Now's the time to say so if you do." Poking him around in a few different spots, namely the spots where the incisions will be made before the area was cleaned in preparation for the surgery. If he wasn't numbed up enough yet, now was the time to do it, give him more, while he could tell them so if he felt anything.
"Nothing, not a thing not even the pressure."
"Yes, that's good, just what we want to hear, and I'm sure your son before he falls on the floor passed out, and I have another passed out outpatient to deal with."
"I'm not that bad, maybe I might scream and run, but fainting, I don't know, I don't think so."
"I've seen it happen too many times, believe me, it happens, to people who do have a fear of needles. All right, just relax, you're good and numb, and we're ready now," the doctor says as he turns on the sleeping gas. "Count slowly backwards from 10."
"Okay, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6…5…." Before he got down past 5 he was out and sleeping.
"See you after the surgery is over, daddy," kissing him on the forehead, "I love you." After having his question answered how long it might be, he was told between, 30 to 40 minutes, no more than an hour; unless it gets complicated then it would be longer. So with that timeframe in mind, so he could get back there before, or just after the surgery was over, he went on his way to park the Mini-Jet out of the way, so other helicopters could land there. When he had the time and okay from papa to do so, he would fly it to their home and leave it there in the yard and head back to the hospital. But for now, he was off on a mission, a searching quest to find his mother! The search had taken him all the way from the old elderly nursing rooms, to the newborn and delivery rooms, and back again. After his 4th trip on the elevator, back to where he had started from, he was getting a bit skeptical about Cerebro being right about his mother being here. He did it the easy way, at first, so as to not get into trouble; by looking at the names on the door, or charts in the slot/s no luck. After even praying about it, he still didn't get his answer. He was considering now to go in either as a nurse or doctor, to have a closer look. Or change his composition, to a liquid one, to slip through the door cracks to peek in that way at the patients, and changing into a nurse or doctor as needed. But that would have to be done later on at night, for the latter; as for the former idea, maybe it could be gotten away with if he had a little more time. Speaking of which. Catching a glimpse of the clock, oh no, it had already been over 45 minutes that he had been away from the OR, looking for his mamma, when they said it should be done in less than 30! He had better get back there, pronto! He was probably long out of surgery already! As he turned the corner to the OR, he saw the nurse was out and looking for him. "Is he out, how did it go? Is he awake yet?"
"Oh there you are, good I'm sure glad you're here."
"He's fine, right, and, just coming out the OR?"
"Your papa's just fine; he's just coming out of it more. He woke up, very groggily, and Edward wasn't speaking English from what I heard, so maybe you can translate it for me. I just told him 'I didn't understand what you're saying, and gestured to rest or sleep; I'll go find your son or baby.' Yes, the surgery went quite well, better than expected in fact. He'll be tired I'm sure for a bit, but he will be just fine now. He shouldn't be in any pain, for a few hours, but that could change, let us know if he's in pain. I wasn't able to do anything for him because I couldn't understand him if he needed anything, so I needed to track you down. The good news is the doctor got to them right in time; the appendix was inflamed, but not at all rupturing when she got to them. The recovery took a little longer, to bring him out of it, but the surgery was about 30 minutes long. They've already assigned him the room he'll be staying in for the next 2-3 days." She let him come into the OR and to the adjacent room, which was the recovery area. It was warmer in there compared to the OR which was a bit frigid.
Already he could see the improvement in him. "How are you feeling?" Sydney didn't get a response right away, even though he had opened his eyes when he came in and asked the question, so he repeated it in Italian, "How do you feel? You look a lot better already"
In Italian, "A feel a whole lot better, but I'm in a bit of pain, and I'm very thirsty and need to relieve myself."
"Can you translate that? I haven't a clue what he said."
"Sure." In Italian, "Can you understand what she's saying at all?"
"No, not at first, a little bit more now."
In Italian, "Wow, interesting, I must say, that is a strange side effect. Well, maybe not, since I remember you getting tired sometimes and doing that in the evenings and sometimes in the mornings as well, going back to your native tongue, sometimes I even do it when I'm tired enough." Chuckling, and back in English, "He didn't understand you at first but he's slowly getting there now. It's a bit of strange side effect. He's probably still tired, from the gas, he would do that when he was tired, revert to his native tongue. He said he's very thirsty, and in a bit of pain, and needs to relieve himself. Didn't you put a catheter up his…?"
"No, not unless surgery takes longer than we expected or the bladder is in the way with it being full. But with it being under an hour-long surgery, it was not needed. Well, I can do something about the pain; ask him how bad it is from 1 to 10, I don't want to give him too much if he's not in that much pain. I'll assume he needs to go pee, but ask him how urgent it is."
In Italian, "How bad is the pain from 1 to 10 and do you have to pee or…"
"I have to pee, and the pain is tolerable about 3 almost 4. Do you want to know how badly I need to pee as well?"
"It might be helpful, the nurse does want to know, I'm sure there is a reason."
"It's about the same, 3 getting to 4, I want to relieve myself soon."
"I'll tell her." Back in English. His pain is a tolerable 3 almost 4 and his urge to pee is about the same."
"I'll give him something for the pain. It will take a minute or two to kick in. There will be a jug of water in his room, and it's encouraged he does drink. He can use the bathroom in a few minutes; in fact, the doctor will come in in about a half-hour to an hour to get him up and to walk around to help the recovery and healing process. So if he can get up and go pee then that would be great. If he can't wait that long, just make sure he's stable, give it a few minutes to get the sleeping gas and grogginess out of his system. We don't want him to fall over. If he can't wait, I can give him a urinal jug to use. But if he can wait until the doctor comes, that would be better. Though you're right the reverting to his native tongue is a side effect, probably mostly from the tiredness from the sleeping gas."
In Italian, "She's giving you something for the pain; it will take a minute or two to start to work. There will be water in your room, so drink as much as you want, and you can get up and go pee in a few minutes if you can't wait until the doctor comes in in about a half-hour to an hour. They want you to get up and walk around to heal and recover better. So if you can't wait that long I'll help you to the toilet, as soon as you're less groggy, so you don't fall. That's why the nurse wanted to know how badly you have to pee. If you can't wait that long she will give you a urinal jug to pee in."
In Italian, "Sounds good," he shivers again; he was doing that more now. "I can wait. But I'm tired and feel cold. Is that normal to feel cold after a surgery?"
"I was just going to ask that if you were cold." In English. "He says he feels cold, he wants to know if that is normal to feel so cold after surgery and tired?"
"Yes, that's totally normal."
"Oh good," Edward says in English.
"The Operating Room is kept cold, so it's very normal to feel cold right after surgery."
"Get all that?"
"Yes, why so cold?"
"Less chance of bleeding. If the room is cold it helps to lower your circulation in your blood, so you have less blood loss during surgery."
"Ah. Makes, sense."
Going over to the blanket warmer, she gets out a hot blanket and tucks him up in it, to help him to recover better. "Any more pain?"
"No, good now. Thanks."
"Then it's time to see your room, where you'll finish recovering. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's nice and warm in there, you'll be right by the heater." Pushing the gurney to his room. "It's also convenient for me, and you, since I'll be in the room, working with another patient, for at least a half-hour, so if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
"Okay. Find her?"
"No, and in Italian no. I looked all over, but I didn't find her, sorry." (No is exactly the same in English as it is in Italian and Spanish unless you count the accent.)
He let out a disappointed dissatisfied grunt. But he didn't let it get him down, though, Edward trusted God more now, now more than ever, after what he had gone through with Sydney. Edward had learned from that that sometimes the devil has a hand in it, or on things so that always is a factor, to be aware of, as well as, God's timing in things, and let's not forget, surprises, from the Lord. Besides let's face it, it is a big hospital after all; especially in the short amount of time that he had during his surgery, Sydney couldn't have possibly gotten to every room to look for her, nor probably would be allowed to do so, in some cases. Nor should he look in each and every room, even with his powers, as some could be deathly ill, and he wouldn't want his son to get sick from, whatever. So there was plenty of hope to still find her here. Maybe they just had to ask to try to find her. "So rest is the best thing for me, now, right," his English speech was now returning, although he was speaking was a bit slower than usual, but that was expected for now.
"Yes, but you also need to do some walking each day, and just getting up to go to the bathroom, won't cut it, so you can have a walk around the place if you like, a little later. But rest is also what your body needs, to recover faster."
"Then I hope my neighbor isn't too noisy."
"That certainly won't be a problem, believe me, unless she wakes up."
"So she's quiet, the reading type," Sydney asked curiously.
"No, she's comatose, I'll be in there exercising her legs and arms, and turning her. So as I said, if you do need anything, don't let the barrier stop you, she won't know," she whispers humorously, as they approached the room. "I might need your help with turning her over, a nurse that is supposed to be here to help me turn her, isn't for some reason, so I might need a hand later, and you look like a very strong young man."
"Sure, no problem. Wait, she's, comatose?"
Father looked at son, and son looked at father, both wondering the same darn thing. The curtain was drawn so they didn't see as he was pushed into the room. Sydney got him the water he wanted and as he was drinking it back, it wasn't long before he asked in Italian. "So, if I'm allowed to drink water I wonder if I can eat right now after my surgery."
"Seriously, you cannot be hungry already. You would think you won't be hungry after that."
"I know, I would think so too, but I did get sick and threw up everything in my stomach. So, yes, I'm getting there. Go ask, what I can have, if anything.
"Right," he said with a knowing smile. He knocked asked at the curtain. "Knock, knock, my papa wants to know what if anything he's allowed to eat after surgery."
"Is he hungry already?"
"He says he's getting there, he got sick and threw up everything before we figured out what was causing all the pain." Yes, she was opening the curtain up, now he could go right in and have a look.
"Well, it's well past dinner, in fact, I got on shift about the time you two arrived here. So I can't tell you what we have, let alone, left. I know it's turkey dinner being Christmas. But, I know for sure, after an appendectomy surgery, that he can have yogurt, and I'll look into it to see if we have any leftover cream soups or something like that, he can have after I finish exercising her. As for breakfast, it will be yogurt and cream of wheat, if he can handle that."
"Sounds good to you, papa?"
"No, I can't stand cream of wheat, I'll eat oatmeal if I can have that instead though; I do like oatmeal. I have a blender and a juicer at home; can I have smoothies and fresh juice?"
"Well, you're mostly going to be on a bland and liquid diet, at least for a few days, so yes, if you want to have your son bring it over, I think that will be quite okay. I'll double-check with the doctor when she comes in, what you can have. You probably could have it, but's probably the best thing you can have right after an appendectomy is fresh juice."
"I love fresh juice; I've been drinking it a lot since I got my juicer."
"Well, that explains why you look so healthy."
"Yeah, I was going to say the same thing." Her back was to him, so he didn't see yet. Looking over to see whom papa's roommate is; was very shocked to recognize her face! "What the, no way, oh, mamma, is that really you?" He had to push her hair out of her face a bit just to be sure. Even before she got sick with cancer, she very rarely had long hair. So this was a big difference, but that was his mother's face, for sure, a little bit aged, as to be expected, but that was her; Sydney was very sure! She was indeed very much alive! Comatose, for whatever reason, but still alive! "Unbelievable, Lord, oh really funny, hysterical, hilarious, boy, I tell You, You sure do have one whacky sense of ironic humor there, Lord!" Laughing between words, "You know, I've been looking all over this hospital trying to find her, and you park my papa in the same room she's staying in, good one!" Laughing about it more, "I got only one thing to say to You Lord God, You are just so Awesome‼"
"That's your mother? That; can't; be right; we know that Sylvia Jones here doesn't have any known relatives, at least as far as we know."
"That's because that isn't Sylvia Ray Jones that's Silvia Florence Jones-Dommosskey, my mamma! You got her mixed up with the other lady. Cerebro was right, after all. She's got really long hair now, oh, but it's her that's my mamma." Sobbing he kisses her on the forehead and hugs her very tightly. That was more than enough for Edward to hear; he was already sitting right up in bed now and trying to slowly get out of bed to go over to see for himself. As papa was doing that Sydney was still hugging her tightly, oh, how he had missed her and had longed many a day and night, to give his mother a hug just like this, and to feel her loving warm heart for him, and hug him in return. "I love you, mamma, I love you so much. Please wake up soon," he asks/prays as he kisses her on the forehead again, and squeeze hugged her again. "I missed you so much."
"Oh, Syd, give me hand here, I can walk, but, I'm not that stable yet." The nurse was right over there and put his arm around her shoulder, and Sydney followed suit with the other one.
"Maybe your knees are shaking for another reason, I know mine sure are."
"Heh, yeah, that too, Syd, that too. Oh, my God! It really is you, oh, Silvia, oh it really is you; you are alive. All this time, all this time," he breaks down crying happy in a state of emotions to see her, too many to name, aside from the obvious.
"All this time, how ironic. Here I was looking all over, I couldn't find her, but I bet the Good Lord is having a good chuckle at this one."
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, yeah, well, He should know, He invented humor. Oh, wow, her hair is so long now."
"Yeah, I just about didn't recognize her; I've never seen her with long hair. I love it."
"She's not getting a haircut if I have anything to say about it, a trim, but that length is staying."
"Yeah, it works well with her face the long hair."
"A couple of nurses were debating whether to get her hair cut, when it did get long enough, or leave it, quite a few of us did agree, it looked better on her, with the length, so we left it as is, just a trim, to even things out. I can't believe she was mixed up with a different patient."
"Yeah, all this time, sweetie, all this time, we thought you were gone, but you were right here, we didn't know. I love you so much, and missed you so much." Carefully with help, he bent down to kiss her on the lips, and hugged her, sniffling. "Wake up soon, I miss you so, I missed you so much. Don't keep me waiting any longer, please wake up."
"You're getting a bit shaky, do you want to go lay back down," the nurse asks. He could only nod his head.
"Now we just got to wake her up somehow."
"Uh-huh," Edward grunt agreed, as he got comfortable as he could back under the covers. "Or find out how she got into that coma in the first place."
"Should I get the doctor," the nurse asked, they both nodded.
Well after getting his doctor in here finally and then a bit of explaining on how she must have gotten mixed up, came the big question as to maybe how she got into that comatose state in the first place. "What was Silvia in here for, or at least originally? It might give us a clue as to how she got into this comatose state," the doctor queries them. "Cancer was it?"
"Cancer treatment, for lung cancer, she was getting chemotherapy and radiation treatments."
Sydney adds, hoping, "She was a smoker. With the length of time she's been out of it in that coma I'm sure the addiction to it is long gone and out of her system by now."
"Oh, I'd say so. So the other Sylvia was in here for a life-threatening motorcycle accident I believe, right? I wasn't your doctor at the time, but I did do rounds, so I do remember things."
"Yes. Depression too, my wife said she was praying to help her overcome the depression, saying to her that she had so much left to live for, but that Sylvia didn't have the will left to live. So she was praying for her, but she did say she did get saved but didn't have much fight left in her to live."
"Well, that explains a few things then, aside from looking a bit alike, with her hair burnt off from the motorcycle's gas tank exploding, to get them mixed up like that. As well, of course, the first name and the Jones thing could have also done it as well. I was away on my vacation, so I had no idea what happened. Everything was looking so well, going great, so I was hoping there was going to be a full recovery by the time I got back, with your wife here. But I came back only to hear she had passed away suddenly, from the replacement doctor. I was devastated to hear that too, but now that explains a few things, it was a mix-up, but I still don't know how it might have happened, not for sure. Well, I'll look into it, as to what happened; maybe the replacement doctor had something to do with it, as well, getting them mixed up, or worse. My best guess is it's a drug-induced coma if your Silvia got the other Sylvia's medication and is still getting it now, that's probably what did it; her body reacted to it, maybe the wrong way, and put her into that state. In layman's terms, just a simple drug-induced coma. So once Silvia gets the drugs out of her system then she should wake up shortly after that. And in fact, the good thing is that she's late for her medication. By a couple hours. In fact, we can also, since we know it is drugs, doing this to her, we can start flushing her system out, with some activated charcoal, to help speed things along. I'll get right on that."
"Susie takes care of the medications when she's on the night shift. So what happened? She was not even on shift when I came on shift tonight. Did she not want the shift, on Christmas, and she switched out with someone?"
"Oh, I guess you didn't hear, no, she was on, but Susie's husband took a bad fall on the ice and twisted his ankle up pretty bad, and got a big bruise on his back. Thankfully, nothing is broken, but she went home early to be with him. So we didn't get anyone to replace her yet for the rest of her shift. She was in such a panicked rush when he came in here that she had forgotten to finish her rounds and that included giving Silvia her medication, along with a few others. It is just about 3 hours overdue, so if my guess is right and it was just a drug-induced coma she's in, then she will wake up shortly. Give it a couple hours. But how could you not know? Didn't you get a call to come down to ID the body, or maybe later on when there might have been some suspicion?"
With a deep sigh, "No, I didn't get any call. Not unless it was when my house was broken into and my phone was taken and smashed up. That's how I didn't know Sydney was still alive, I thought he died in the line of duty, but that wasn't the case, he was revived. Besides, it was a closed casket and a cremation so there was no viewing allowed, of the body, it's what my Silvia wanted, and apparently, that was also what the other Sylvia wanted as well, maybe that's why."
"We never got a chance to say goodbye," Sydney also sighs, shaking his head.
"Sigh, yeah, and it's usually hospital protocol that we get a next of kin ID and a confirmation of the body, before we take it away or anything like that regardless, especially since there was a possibility of a mix-up here. I'll look into it, there have been a few doubts as to the ID of this person cropping up from time to time," with that the doctor and nurse left to go look into the hospital's huge mistake.
"Do you want anything, can I get you anything, papa? There's not much we can do till she does wake up."
"Yeah, go get my juicer and maybe the blender as well. There are some carrots, celery, parsley, apples, and a few other fruits and veggies in the fridge. I don't want them going to waste. So bring them over here, so they can get juiced up. There should be some almond milk as well, bring that here as well."
"Sure thing. Mind if I park the Mini-Jet in the backyard."
"If you can get in there, sure thing. Then you can…I was going to say drive back here, but my car is back at the Xavier School. Shoot. Guess you'll have to get the bus."
"Or walk, I don't think there will be any buses running on Christmas, maybe I can get a cab, though, we'll see. So I'll head out now and try to get back here as quickly as I can."
"Syd, wait!"
"What is it?"
"You need the number to disarm it before you go inside, I got a security system. So you need the passcodes to get in and out and to disarm it. That and I need to go pee first before you leave. Bad, really bad, I didn't get a chance yet. Then I'll try to rest. If I can. In the meantime, I'll be praying for her to wake up. I was already praying for her on our way here and as I went in for surgery."
"Me too, and also while I was looking around for her." Both joining in unison, in an agreement prayer, both in Tongues, as he slowly with help trekked off and used the washroom and back to bed, as they both prayed in Tongues for her to wake up, soon. Both were in full confidence, that this would be it, that this would be all it would take do it, to finally get her to wake up from her coma. So no doubt entered their thoughts, minds, or hearts, on it. In doing so their prayer quickly reached up to the Throne of God and was then quickly answered as God was waiting in the wings very happy and anxious to answer this one for them, to make them a happy family again, that blessed His Heart in the past to see! The doctor came in, just shortly after he left the room, with an IV bag of activated charcoal to flush out her system. Sydney got the passcodes written down and was ready to leave. "So, do you need anything else? Still cold?"
"No I'm good for now; just try to get back here with the stuff, as soon as you can. Besides, the heater, I guess I can warm myself up, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hey it doesn't hurt to laugh anymore."
"Good to hear, just don't go overboard with warming yourself up."
"Wouldn't want that now, would we? Still haven't gotten used to them and using them."
Sydney nodded, "Exactly, you need a bit of practice," and gave him a hug and left.
Resting his eyes, he took a short nap, while quietly praying Tongues. Sydney was also doing the same as well, praying Tongues, as he went on his errand. However, Edward, had fallen asleep, while praying, induced mostly from the tiredness of coming off the sleeping gas, and his body needing to recover from the surgery, he couldn't help in needing a little rest. His body really needed it to help him recover. He was woken up by the sound of the door opening and looked around, "Sydney?"
"No, it's just me, your doctor, I'm just checking her IV, and seeing if she's awake yet. I didn't see your son yet since he left and I started giving her the activated charcoal. I met him in the elevator; I was just going to your room, as he was just leaving to go home to pick up a few things for you. It's been just about an hour now, and the IV bag is pretty much almost done. Were you sleeping?"
"Yes, I guess I was."
"Sorry about that. You do need your rest, but you also do need to get up and take a walk, even a short one, if you can. Do you want to try to get up for a bit, or use the washroom?"
"I went while you were getting the bag of activated charcoal, but yeah, I do have to go again, I did drink down almost that whole jug of water." With the doctor's help just to get up and take the first few steps, he then was fine and used the washroom on his own. He even took a short walk down the hallway walk around and back while the IV bag was changed. Not that he had to leave the room for that, but he needed to have a little walk to help his recovery, and used it also as an excuse to see if he could spot Sydney coming back yet. He gazed out the cold window and looked around at the snow falling it was piling up out there and looked so cold but he didn't see his son out there walking up to the hospital yet. Unless he was already inside the building already. Nor did he see any fresh vehicle tracks in the snow, indicating he took a taxicab here. He stood there looking around to see if he could spot him out in the darkness of the Christmas night but didn't see him yet. He headed back to his room, Silvia was still asleep. "He's probably walking here, he's right; there are no buses I'm sure, during Christmas, or taxicabs. Though I know he's strong, the juicer and blender are a bit heavy to walk with, and it's snowing out."
"Well, it's only been an hour, or so, how long does it take you to walk here from your home?"
"At least a good 40-45 minutes I guess, less if you're hustling. Then he has to get my stuff as well as walk it here in the snow. Guess it will be a little longer than an hour."
"Worried about nothing I think."
"Yeah, probably." As Edward got in bed and rested for a little while more, he looked at the clock and sighed, it read about 8:32, it would probably be another half-hour to an hour before Sydney got back here. "Keep Sydney safe out there, Amen," he prayed simply, and snuggled down a bit under the covers. He dozed off, completely at peace and slept for a little longer. He awoke again to some noise outside the door and slowly looked around bleary-eyed at the clock as the door opened. It was just 10 after 9 now but Sydney was back as he opened the door and grabbed the bags and came in with them. "Oh good you're back, I was getting a bit worried, I thought you would be back in an hour or so." He rubbed his eyes more and looked him over as he came in with a green bag in each arm. One obviously containing the juicer the other the blender, and maybe a few juicer components and or other things. He also had a backpack on, backwards, probably with the veggies and other things he wanted. He also looked a little, "Bundled up a bit there, huh." He nodded shivering. "Cold out there?"
"Yeah, it's -8, according to your little weather forecaster but it felt more like -10 or colder flying and skiing here. It's freezing out there, that's why it took me so long to get back here with the stuff you wanted, I had to bundle up."
"I don't get it, why would you be so cold if you flew back here, and skied here too. Wait a minute, I don't have skis, how did you." The penny hit the floor a second or two later especially when Sydney cracked a smile and flapped his arms. "Oh right, of course, yes. Of course, you flew and skied here, right. Still cold?"
"Yeah very, still. At least I don't have to pee again. I was all ready to go, ready to leave, but as soon as I walked out the door, and before I finished arming it, I have to cross a leg over and even grab myself and run back in, to pee, the cold air gets you. I had to cancel the arming and go back inside, uh-uh, no way, I'm not going out there, in just my sweater and pants and jacket, it wasn't enough to keep me warm that's for sure. I had to find something else of yours to put on. I probably would have been back here by 7:50 or no later than 8:20, if I didn't have to search around for something else to put on."
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, so how many layers do you have on now?"
"Three, four, if you count my socks and underwear. Socks and underwear, my X-Man uniform. I found your nice long underwear and put those on over my uniform, along with another pair of your thick socks I found. Then my pants and sweater back on and then my jacket. Well, five layers I guess if you count that as well. By then I had to loosen the straps on the backpack to get it around me. I even found a spare toque and scarf to put on, and I'm still cold."
"Well come over here, I can warm you up." He hugged his son and turned on his powers on the lowest amount he could and slowly increased it, he did have some control over it apparently. "Better?"
"Yeah, well, my clothes are getting warm, so I'm getting warm, so yeah it's working. So, did she wake up yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Well, that's good news and bad news, then. Bad news she's not up yet, good news, I didn't miss it. Ohh, okay that's perfect, now I'm nice and warm, thanks."
"Anytime, I need the practice."
"Want some juice or a smoothie, before the stuff wilts?"
"Yeah, I'll tell you my favorite juice recipe, you'll probably like it too. You can shut the heat off now, I'm fine, and I'm hot now too."
"Yeah you're one to talk, you're always hot."
"Very funny." Syd went to shut off the heat and put his jacket on the hook on the door and got off a few things. He quickly took off his sweater and pants and put them on the bed for a minute while he took off his papa's long underwear. "Maybe you can wear this tomorrow, or maybe even tonight."
"I don't think I can, or would be allowed. Okay, wash-up and I'll tell you how to make it."
Folding the clothes up Sydney left them on the wheeling bedside table, and took off the extra socks, before heading to the washroom to finish changing back into his sweater and pants, and also washing-up in there. "Say is this juicer nice and loud?"
"No, not really, not compared to the blender. Why?"
"Too bad, I thought maybe if it was loud enough it might wake her up."
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, yeah, good idea," he chuckled and shut his eyes and rested a bit as Sydney finished getting changed and washed up. Figuring he didn't need it, especially the extra layer now, just the communicator, took off his uniform and dressed back in his pants and sweater and washed up.
Finally, a few arm lengths away Silvia's body slowly awoke, along with the rest of her, from her deep rehabilitation rest and healing hibernation. Her body now finished its cleansing of disease and sickness, and all cigarette and nicotine cravings with it. She had been fully asleep, so she hardly had acknowledged the voices. Only by about the time, the doctor had check back to replace the IV bag had she awoken more. Think of it resting or sleeping but while still in a coma, to 'waking up' and hearing everything, but catatonic. As the activated charcoal did its job, she finally fully awoke from the coma. Blinking, her blue-green eyes a few times, as she tried to focus them, as she tried to remember where she is. As the room became clearer, her eyes wandered back and forth, remembering where she was/is and why. In a hospital room, she remembered to herself. As she slowly moved her head stretching a bit and looked over, she sighed, seeing her husband still by her side, sleeping away, on the empty bed beside her. No doubt, Edward was exhausted, from praying so hard for her, Silvia thought, as she recognized his freckles, his bleach blond hair, and loving kind face, she knew so well and lovingly adored. Sydney walked out of the washroom as she woke up, and was going over to get the juicer out of the bag and on the other wheeling table and plugged in. That's when she sat up slightly and looked over and smiled, "Uhh, hey, hot-lips, how's it going?"
"Hot-lips?" It was the first time he really heard his father's pet name that he could remember. The voice was soft, so he almost didn't recognize it at first, he had thought some nurse, or someone had walked by and was maybe calling him that, or something, and felt a bit embarrassed by it.
Brown eyes wide open; only one person ever called him that! "Silvia! Ohh, you're awake!" Sitting up, he moaned a bit in pain, as he tried to get up and out of bed to go over there and give her the longest warmest hug he could ever give her and tons of endless kisses to go with it! "Ohh, honey, oh it's so good to see you, oh, Silvia," Edward sniffled, trying his best not to cry, which wasn't much good at all, anyway, as the tears just poured down his cheeks!
"Oh you're awake, you're finally awake," Sydney sniffles crying too in joy, which switches over to amusement as well, or mixed with it, as he asked. "Hot-lips, is that what she calls you, hot-lips?" Sydney snorts in amusement, as papa slowly gets out of bed and shuffles over, "Guess we both know why she calls you that, eh, hot-lips! Hey, I got an idea, why don't we make, that, your official new nickname, or better yet, codename, when you get back, Hot-Lips. I like it."
Grabbing the pillow and throwing it at his son, "Don't you dare‼ Only she gets to call me that, not you, nor anyone else!"
"Embarrassed much, hot-lips? It just means you're a good hot kisser, that's all. And hey, now I know why; we both know why, you're a hot kisser, literally."
"Shut up."
"Are you okay? What's the matter? You're crying, the both of you, what's the matter? Did something bad happen?" Although she sure did recognize his voice from earlier, she did not know who he was, only Edward. Maybe he was a nurse, or maybe a friend, or client, or even a new coworker of her husband. Though she did have to admit, as she studied his face, he did look very familiar. Maybe he was a family member that she hadn't seen in a long time.
"I'm just really happy to see you, honey, we both are."
"Oh. Me too. Why can't you sit-up and come over here?"
"I can, it just hurts a little to get out of bed, and I'll probably be stiff or tender for a few days."
"Is that a hospital gown, why are you in a hospital gown?"
"I'm in a hospital gown because I had an appendicitis attack, and an operation to remove it, so it hurts to move a little bit at times. I sat up too fast, so it hurt, despite being numb."
"Oh, it must have been a sudden attack. Good thing you were in the hospital. Oh, you look a bit out of it, looks like that surgery took a lot out of you, like it took off a few years from you, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
In other words her polite way of saying, he looked a bit, old, now. "Yeah, well so have your treatments, baldy."
"Ha, ha, ha good one, ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah touché, Edward, touché."
"At least she still has her sense of humor, always a good thing to have, no matter what." Not being able to take it a second longer dashed over and gave her a big hug, tears barely choked back! "Oh, I'm so happy you're finally awake. You'd better hurry up before I hog her all to myself."
"Happy guy, okay," taken aback by the sudden and unexplained hug she just got seemingly from a stranger, although the hug and person were full of familiarity. "Guess you're just really happy that I'm okay."
"Oh yeah, and it's been a long time since I've seen you, and I missed you so much."
"So, I guess you're family?" Sydney nodded. "I knew it; I knew you looked familiar, now I just got to figure out who you are. Speaking of family, does Sydney know about you being in here and having an appendectomy?"
"Oh…" looking right at him, "uh, yeah, oh he knows. Yeah, he knows." It was best she didn't know yet who he was; it would be too much of a shock he figured. However, he should have known better, he really should, after 20+ years of living with him, what he was like. Though a good 7+ years he wasn't living in his home anymore, still, he should have known, better. How quickly he forgot what he was like, or what their star sign was like. Blunt, they were very bluntly brutally honest people.
"Oh, huh, he must be at home getting ready for school then. Better phone him up and make sure he gets up now, if he isn't already, so he won't be late for school," spotting the clock on the wall, and seeing it was past 8:30 now.
"Uh, no, it's night time already, dear."
"Oh is it? I guess I must have been sleeping for a while then."
"That's certainly one way of putting it," that look his father shot him for that snarky remark, clearly warning him, shut it, you had better shut it, Syd, if you know what's good for you, or else.
"Oh so is he's home sleeping already? Boy, teenagers, he's just barely got his foot in the door and already he's acting like one, sleeping all the time. But I guess if he's growing, he needs his sleep. I've even noticed that his voice is starting to change a bit; it's starting to croak and crack a bit. I can't wait to hear what he'll sound like when it levels out and goes lower."
Sydney nearly blushed when he heard that, as he remembered a few embarrassing moments, concerning that! So, she still thought that he was a teenager, still, she didn't know yet, or figure it out yet, well, he wasn't one to mince words! "My voice changed a long time ago, along with a few other things, change, being the operative word here."
"Don't; start." He gave him a warning pinch, to tell him to stop it, you're going too far.
"Oh okay. I thought he was sleeping, or getting ready for school."
"Though I'm still in school, it's the holidays. See, it's snowing out, it's Christmas," pulling the curtain up so she could see it was indeed snowing heavily outside. "Merry Christmas. By the way, don't worry about getting us a gift; you're the best gift we could ever ask for, the absolute best."
"Stop it," Edward warned him. The shock was clearly written on his spouse's face so he really wanted his son to stop it, this was the last thing she needed, this shock; it would be too much for her.
"What? Who are you…?" One thing came to mind, to explain how it could be snowing in the middle of June, one thing to explain the quick passage of time, from summer to winter like that. She didn't want to say it or even think it, or believe it, it could be true. So he said it, what she was thinking asking! Was I in a coma?
"Ah, come on mamma, you mean to say after being in a coma for 7 years, you don't recognize your own grown-up son."
"Sydney‼"
"What?!" Was I really in a coma? That would explain everything, why you look so familiar, and why Edward looks older, also why it's snowing out; when it was sunny out when I…oh God.
"Do you think you can be more, blunt, or bluntly honest?"
"Yes, I can, actually, I am a Sagittarius after all; so, we are known always very bluntly brutally honest people, and tell it like it is, it's just in my nature, or rather star sign. It's best she knows, right away, not hide it, like you were trying to do. She needs, and has a right, to know. What daddy doesn't want to tell you is that you were in a drug-induced coma, and just woke up after 7 years; of us thinking that, you were dead because somehow, the hospital mixed you up with the other Sylvia who spells her name with a y. Dun, dun, dun! Tune in next week to The Young and The Sleepless. With Christmas nearly wrapped up, and New Year's coming up, the question on everyone's mind is the same. Silvia can still talk, quite well, after all those years of not speaking. But the real question on everyone's mind is: can she still walk after being bedridden for 7 years? Or will she have to relearn how to walk? Tune in next week to find out. Ow! Hey!"
"Sydney," he swats his head, and his backside much harder, and lets out his powers when he swats his butt, "not, funny‼ Not only that, I was going to try to ease her into it, not just tell her straight out everything right away, like that."
"Hey, you're punishing me for being honest, since when does a parent punish a child for being honest? Say you're sorry to me right now, for smacking me like that! Right now! You owe me!"
He was right, of course, and he sighed and hung his head low, "Syd, sorry I hit you, but there's being honest and then there being tactful."
"That's something I still have to work on, obviously."
"Obviously. I was going to tell her, but when she was ready. Not just, blurt it out like that and drop the bomb on her. I'm sure the shock of just coming out of the coma is enough."
"It's okay, Sydney is right, it is best I know. I kind of suspected that with snow in summer and the fact that you looked older and why he looked suspiciously similar to my silly teenage son. I did want to know what in the world was going on. I thought this was a joke or some sort of setup. Seven years, I was in a coma, and you both thought I was, dead?" They both nod. She let it sink in and then groaned in realization, quickly remembering. "Ohh, no, I think it was my fault, I switched beds with the other Sylva. She wanted to look out the window one last time, to see one last sunset, before going to sleep, is how she put it. I must have fallen asleep too; sigh, you know I always get tired after my treatments, so I must have dozed off, without telling them we switched beds.
"Well, that explains how they mixed you up and how you got the other lady's meds. Did they force-feed them," Sydney asked?"
"No, I did wake up, or was woken up sometime the middle of the night, it was dark out. I was just so tired I took whatever pills the doctor gave me, without thinking about it, or saying anything or telling him anything, and went back to….sleep."
"For 7 years, with us thinking you were dead when it was the other Sylva who passed away. I don't care how it happened, I'm just so glad you're still alive." He went in to kiss his wife, but she hesitated, turning away a bit.
She wanted to know one thing before she permitted it, "So, I guess, well, are you remarried?"
"No, I couldn't get over you; I didn't even have any desire, at all, since you supposedly passed away." With that, she put her arms around his neck and allowed her still husband to kiss her.
"I'll bet you sure do now, though, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, I bet you can't wait to make me a big brother, huh, hint, hint nudge, nudge. By the way, I want a little sister, if you can, but I'll still be happy with a little brother as well of course." He had long forgotten about all of those problems in the past about why he still wasn't a big brother yet, despite them trying. All he was interested in now was still trying to be one, she was still young enough he was sure. "So hurry up you two, and make me one, I bet you can't wait to, you know, get it on."
"Sydney, come on," Edward just shook his head and rolled his eyes, and even laughed a little, about it, "I'm, well, Syd…come on, really?"
"Oh come on yourself, what, you're not too old, gosh. And even if you are, you can still fool around, there are 90-year old grannies and grand-pappies still doing it, and are as frisky as ever. So you can't tell me you aren't thinking of that, at least a little. Come on, admit it, you are, aren't you?"
"Well…" Edward couldn't deny it, he was indeed feeling tingly all over, and a surge of those hormones indeed were, kicking in, in his pants if he had pants on that is. He chuckled a bit but didn't say a word, as to how he was really feeling, his son obviously knew, and so did she, as he carefully hugged and kissed his supposedly dead wife more.
"I thought so."
"Oh it really is you, my sweet precious little baby boy, I thought, you were still little I… Sigh, 7 years I missed everything your graduation." She lost out a sizable chunk out of her life, and theirs.
"Papa recorded it and took lots of pictures, you can watch it later."
"Maybe tomorrow you can go get it, I'll tell you where I put it."
"Still, 7 years…are you engaged or married, am I a grandma yet?"
"No, I'm still single; I don't even have a girlfriend yet, nor had my first kiss yet. Saving it all up for the right one. All the girls I've ever known, well, they think and say I'm too weird for them."
"Well then, they're obviously not right for my little boy then are they."
"Well, at this rate I'll never find a girlfriend to take home to meet you. Everyone thinks I'm weird or not serious enough, or other things and they can't accept me for who I am."
"Well what about that girl Jubilee, she sure thought you were cute, she even said so."
"She was just joking around. Besides, work relationships sadly don't usually work out, in the romance department." Then he realized, "Okay, I take that back, Scott and Jean, duh, what am I thinking, it can work out I guess."
"What sort of work do you do, Syd?"
"Adventure, humanity work, I'm an X-Man."
"A what, an X-what?"
"An X-Man; and papa is gonna be one too, soon. We got a lot of explaining to do." They all were talking all through the night, about everything. Mutant powers, how their lives had changed that day, and all that, important stuff. Everything had been laid open and bare, as the healing began, as they all now worked very hard together, at the long, and hard, rehabilitation, and the big joyful reunion of their once shattered family. Yes, it would take a lot of hard work, especially with the rehabilitation, and there would be a lot of tears they knew, shared along the way, but they were all willing and open-minded on everything. Silvia easily accepted the fact her son was a mutant shapeshifter and surprise, so was her husband a mutant as well, just having a mostly dormant power.