Chapter 5

Chapter 5

A/N This chapter is a different format than in the past few chapters. This is Jill doing a bit of reflecting on the next morning.

I knew something was wrong when Randy wasn't up early. I knew he hadn't been sleeping a lot lately. So I went down to his room, thinking maybe his body finally just shut itself down to recharge for a little while.

I entered his room, and the lights were all out except for his desk light. Next to his bed lay a bottle of Captain Morgan rum and the little bottle of sleeping pills that Dr. Caine Dickerson had prescribed for Randy. All I could think was "Oh my God, just please let him be alright! I can't stand to lose both my husband and middle son in the same year, let alone the same damn month". I swear, if he comes around from his comatose state, I'm gonna kick his ass into the next century.

I started screaming bloody murder. Brad heard me and came rushing down stairs and saw Randy. He grabbed the phone and called 911. Then he helped me carry Randy upstairs so the paramedics could get to him faster.

I had Wilson look after Brad and Mark, while I'm here at the county hospital, going out of my brain with worry.

Now I wonder if maybe I should call Lauren and let her know what's going on with Randy. Maybe later, I don't have any change for the pay phones.

I feel like a slut the way I'm dressed. (A top I haven't worn in 6 years and a pair of jeans too tight for for even Daisy Duke to squeeze her ass into).

I checked my watch. 9:17 a.m. Next I see a doctor approaching me.

"Ms. Taylor" he begins. Uh-oh. This can't be good. I can tell by the look on the doctor's face. Dr. Ross Carter is how he introduces himself. As long as he can help my little Randy undo this horrible deed, I don't care if he's Dr. Jack Kevorkian.

"Ms. Taylor" he begins again. "Your son basically induced himself into a coma. He mixed the rum and the Ambien, which was a mistake. Then, judging by his stomach contents, he took four acetaminophen with codeine. Ms. Taylor, this may seem hard to accept, but from my personal experience, and these circumstances, I believe your son was trying to commit suicide".

I was dumbstruck. I knew Randy was upset, but not enough to try to take his life. I am definitely talking to him about this if (when I mean) he gets out of this coma.

Dear Lord in Heaven, I know I don't pray as often as I should, but I really hope you hear this one for Randy's sake. I just want him to be alright, and to come out of his coma. And, if he does, I hope this is a learning experience for him.

-Jill

A/N: I was going to wait until after ER tonight to update (I go to bed after ER), but I decided I couldn't. Please let me know how everybody liked this chapter. I need to know if I should do more chapters from other people's views. I'm also considering doing some Randy POV chapters that are similar to this.