Thank you all around for your kind words! While writing this short chapter I thought it was very cheesy but it was the best I could come up with! Please accept my apologies! :)
PRESENT
That night Sharon was restless, tossing and turning constantly. She had been at the hospital almost all day sitting at Andy´s bedside and now it was Nicole´s turn. She had held his hand, had studied him intensely, trying to detect any change in his features, any sign of a conscious thought, anything that would tell her that he was still there with her but all she could see and hear were the even rising and falling of his chest and the consistent beeping of the heart monitor. His vital signs appeared to be stable but Sharon couldn`t help but getting only very little comfort out of that. He seemed to be far, far away, like lost in another lifetime with only his empty shell remaining. She was dreaming about him now, saw him as a young man, walking through the streets of Los Angeles. He looked lost, wandering around aimlessly until he reached crossroads. He stopped, obviously unsure which road to take. At the very end of one of them she could see a young blond woman who seemed oddly familiar. She looked upset and when she turned, Sharon could see that she was pregnant. Andy started walking towards her but something made him stop. It was only then that she realized that she was there too, calling out his name repeatedly. A moment later he was facing her, looking sad and incredibly helpless. She tried to take his hand in an attempt to comfort him but for some reason she couldn`t reach him. "It´s his decision", the blonde woman said, "…his decision…his….." Sharon woke up panting. She needed a while to figure out where she was while still trying to process her dream. The image of Andy´s distressed expression caused a numb pain in her chest and for a moment she could hardly breathe because it felt so alarmingly real. "His decision.." The words echoed in her head. What was his decision? Was that what was keeping him from waking up, did he have to deliberately chose to come back? She wagged her head in an attempt to shake off this last thought. It was ridiculous, mere esoteric superstition, a phantasm her exhausted brain created. She let herself fall back onto her pillow and took deep breaths trying to calm subconscience however betrayed her once again and slowly the question crept into her head: If it really was up to Andy after all, what would he chose?