Crash Chapter 6
"So Much to Say"
Jill's POV
Tim, Lauren, and I head out of the morgue once again. Once again, we pile into the station wagon, and once again we head to Lauren's apartment.
The entire ride to Lauren's apartment is silent.
'Call me when you find out when the surgery is' Lauren says after she gets out of the car at her apartment building.
'Okay' I say, half distracted.
The entire twenty five minutes it takes for Tim and me to get home pass in silence as well. The radio is on, but muted. The only sounds are the occasional car horn and the hum of car engines.
When we get home, Tim takes an aspirin and lays down on the couch. I almost immediately get on the phone to call Brad and Mark.
I dial Brad's number first, since I know that Mark has a class until 5:30.
'Hello' Brad answers.
'Brad, it's mom' I say.
'What's going on mom? What happened?' Brad asks, noticing the panic in my voice.
'Well, I told you that we had to go and identify Randy's body today. After we did that, we got a call from the morgue. They had started doing the autopsy on Randy's body and as soon as the medical examiner made an incision, Randy started to bleed' I explain.
'And...' Brad says, as clueless as Tim was when he heard this news.
'That means he's alive, Brad! He's alive!' I shriek, causing Tim to get up from the couch and head upstairs, presumably to our bedroom.
'I...don't get it' Brad says.
'You can't bleed unless blood is pumping through your body, if blood is flowing through your veins, then your heart is beating, which means your alive, which means Randy is alive' I explain, getting a little tired of explaining this to everyone.
'So, if Randy isn't dead, then what's wrong with him?' Brad asks.
'It has something to do with his spinal cord. The doctor explained it better, but it's really just a bunch of medical gobbledy gook' I say.
'Is there anything they can do to fix the spinal cord?' Brad asks. Our conversation is moving at rapid fire pace now.
'There is a surgery that could be done, though it has only about a thirty percent chance of working. Af-' I get cut short by Brad.
'Well, you're going to have the surgery done, right? I mean, they have to atleast try to save him' he says.
'Yes, Brad, we're going to do the surgery. I'm going to call the morgue after I call Mark and let him know what's going on. As soon as I know when the surgery is, I'll let you know' I say.
'Just one more question, where are they going to keep Randy until the surgery?' he asks.
'I don't know, I didn't think to ask' I answer.
'Oh. Okay, well, I'll let you go now so you can call Mark' Brad says.
After we both say our goodbyes, I dial Mark's number.
He doesn't answer, so I just leave a message on his machine explaining what's going on as best as I can.
I then place the call to the morgue.
'Hello, Detroit Medical Examiner's office, Erica speaking, how may I help you?' answers a woman.
'This is Jill Taylor, my husband and I were in the morgue about an hour ago. Dr. Weiss said I was supposed to call this number when we had made a decision on whether or not our son, Randy Taylor, was going to have a surgery performed' I say, not really knowing what exactly to say.
'Oh yes, Dr. Weiss told me to be expecting a call from you. Could you hold on just a moment? I'm going to put you on park while I go get Dr. Weiss. He specifically requested to talk to you' she says.
What the hell is park anyways? I thought that's what you did to a car before you get out.
After a few minutes of being on "park", Dr. Weiss comes on the line.
'Hello, Mrs. Taylor, are you still there?' he answers.
'Yes I am. We've decided to go ahead and have the surgery done on Randy' I say right off the bat.
'Okay. I'll go ahead and call Dr. Mueller and let him know so he can set a date. Did you have any specific time or day in mind?' asks Dr. Weiss.
'Yeah, as soon as possible' I answer, trying not to sound like I'm barking at him.
'Okay. I'll be sure to relay that to Dr. Mueller. Whenever we have a date and time set, I'll call you on your cellphone' Dr. Weiss says.
'Alright. Thank you for everything' I say.
Well, there's nothing left that I can do now. Everything is all up to the team of surgeons and ultimately God now.
A/N: Jill's last statement is wrong. Everything is all up to the team of surgeons, God, and ultimately me.
Oh, and please don't stress too much on Mark not answering the phone, he just isn't home. Nothing's happened to him.
Please read and review or something might have to happen to Mark.
Thanks for reading.
-Yours truly, Randy Taylor