Chapter 45 - Coming BackA Chapter by emma-Andrea- Floating . . . floating . . . floating . . . I’m floating! Floating higher above any clouds could reach. But sometimes I get dragged back down and then I’m staring into those eyes, the ones that
burn just to look into. The ones so white they are blinding. Then other times I’m staring at people I feel like I should
know. A pretty blonde girl with a big smile . . . a blond-haired boy with
dazzling blue eyes . . . an old woman with soft features . . . a woman with a
terrible pain in her eyes and a bottle in her hand. The worst times, though, are the ones where I feel like I’m
lying down and there’s this throbbing pain in my head. Its so bad I can’t even
put it into words. Those moments of terrible pain are short but . . . powerful.
Then I’m floating again. “Ow,” I grumbled, barely
audible. But someone heard it. There was a flutter of
whispers and “She talked!” and surprised murmurs. I couldn’t open my eyes, I
couldn’t move my limbs, couldn’t do anything but move my lips in an involuntary
reaction to the immense pain in my head. It felt like someone was drilling into
my skull. There was some shuffling,
and it was infuriating because I couldn’t see what was happening.
Pricilla. Grandma. I struggled to open my eyes,
but they felt glued together. I wanted to scream in frustrating, but of course
I couldn’t. “Are you sure?” a frail
voice asked. Grandma! “Yes, she said “ow.”” Grandma sputtered a broken
laugh. “Oh.” Then she took my hand in her
own and whispered encouragements to me. (“wake up, baby,” and “it’s okay” and
“come back now, Andrea.”) I willed my stupid, weak body to respond to my
demands, and my eyes fluttered ever so slightly. “Her eyelids!” my grandma
squealed. I pushed myself harder, and
this time got a squeeze out of my hand. Grandma was almost in tears by then.
And with one more giant heave of effort, I forced my eyes to open. I was in a hospital; I could
tell by the familiarly bland ceiling. Also there was a nurse in my view. I
noticed my breathing was somewhat odd, and I glanced over at a beeping machine
to my right. It rose and fell with my breathing. I was attached to a
breathing-machine. Then I turned to my left, and there was my grandma: she
looked a hell of a lot older than she did last time I saw her. But I didn’t
really have time to ask her about it because she was pulling me into a bear hug
that nearly sent me back into that black, floating world. When Skye came in, she was
already crying. I was able to sit up, so she didn’t have to lie on me to hug.
Just lean over my bed. We hugged and hugged and hugged until I needed to let go
to catch my breath. I realized I was crying, too. “Oh my God, Andrea . . .”
she said and offered a weak smile. I smiled back, equally weak.
“I thought you were going to
die,” she said, getting choked up. “I really did.” I mustered my voice. “How
long was I out?” She looked away. “Four
months.” “Four months?” She nodded. “Four months.” “How?” I gasped. “That ghombie.” “He knocked me out for four months?” She nodded again, then her
eyes flitted away. I suddenly remembered
something important. “Where’s Jolie? Camille? Are they okay?” I closed my eyes and tried
to stop the tears. They came anyways. “What about everyone else? Dean? Chase?
Nate?” My eyes widened. “Nate! What happened to Nate?” © 2012 emmaAuthor's Note
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