Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Friday November 21, 1997

A/N This chapter is from Randy's POV.

I can feel someone shaking my arm. I try to open my eyes, but can't muster up the strength to.

Instead I just move my hand enough so that the shaker knows that I'm conscious.

'Randy, can you hear me? You need to try to open your eyes' says an anonymous voice.

Ugh. My head is pounding. I don't feel like myself. It's like I'm a stranger in my own skin. It's just different. I don't feel like Randy.

The mystery voice calls again. 'Randy, open your eyes. I know it'll be hard, but you have to try'.

So I try. I open them about half way and immediately want to close them again. But I don't.

'Randy, I'm Dr. Archer. I'm going to raise the back of your bed to where you're sitting up, alright?' Dr. Archer didn't ask, but said.

I slowly sat up, moving along with the bed.

After a few minutes, Dr. Archer offers me some ice chips. I accept. The coldness soothes my dry throat.

'Randy, I have two pieces of bad news to tell you' Dr. Archer says to me. I can tell by the look on his face and by the tone of his voice that it was extremely bad news.

'The first is: You were lucky, the surgical team was able to remove most of the bullet from your head. However, there are still some fragments that remain in a very sensitive area of your skull'.

I groan at hearing this. Just when I was thinking 'What the hell could be worse than that?' the doctor continued.

'Randy. The other piece of bad news is about your mother. She was waiting in chairs when she suffered a heart attack. Now, she's alright, she survived, but she'll be in the hospital for a few days, as well as you' says Dr. Archie or whatever he calls himself.

When I hear that, I just want to go back to sleep, but again, I don't succumb to my body's wish.

'How is she? Can I see her?' I ask hurriedly.

'She's asleep now, but once she wakes up, you can visit with her, if you're still awake' says Dr. March.

Well, I can certainly see why my mom suffered a heart attack. She is under a great deal of stress, and I guess I didn't alleviate any of that stress.

Now I just feel like I need to sleep. I think I will.


Sometime later when Randy wakes up:

Ugh. Shut up. Just shut up! Shut the fuck up!

I realize that I'm screaming out loud now. Why won't these fucking voices shut up?! I can't think straight even.

Apparently someone heard me. The door is opening.

And in walks…my mom?

What is she doing here? I thought I was the one that would visit her.

I make an attempt to set up, but fail. I make another attempt, and succeed this time.

'Randy? Sweetie, just be careful, don't hurt yourself' she says.

God it sounds so good to hear her voice.

Speaking of voices, the ones in my head have gone for now.

'Mom, I heard about your heart attack a few hours ago' I say hoarsely and through a great deal of pain.

'Randy that was a few days ago that Dr. Archer told you that. You've been drifting in and out of sleep since then' mom says with that hint of motherly worry in her voice.

All of a sudden I feel different. Now I can hear my mom screaming at the top of her lungs. Here come a nurse and a doctor rushing in with a crash cart.

Wait, how can I see this? I feel a lump in my throat as I look down. There is my lifeless body, being shocked mercilessly by the doctors.

Now it feels like something is pulling me back. Something is pulling me back to my body. I can tell. I can feel pain now. Pain has never felt so good and welcoming.

I finally wake back up. I see my mom standing in the corner, trying not to cry.

I wish she wouldn't. It bothers me. If she needs to cry, then she should just fucking cry. Don't try to hide it or hold it back.

I think I'll just sleep for a little longer.

-Randy

A/N: So, this chapter was a little different, eh? I promise the next chapter will be in the typical journal format. Please R&R, I need to know what everyone thinks of these chapters that are broken up over a period of two or three days. Just let me know if I'm cramming too many things or too many days into one chapter, and I'll take it easier next time. Thanks for reading.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor.