Post by Tammy on Aug 17, 2006 11:10:46 GMT -5
Marlena blinks rapidly to make sure she isn’t seeing things. She realizes that her mind isn’t playing tricks on her…it is real…he is awake! She gathers her senses as she rises from the floor and walks over to him. She slowly reaches her and out and touches his face…”John?”
She stares at John for a long moment. She is so overcome with emotion that the words she wants to say stick in her throat. This is a miracle…a man that many thought would never wake up is sitting before her. John is trying to speak but is unable…after two years of silence his muscles are weak and tired…despite the pain he continues to struggle with his voice. As Marlena stands before him she looks at him in wonder as he mumbles almost inaudible, “My boy…where is…my boy…” Marlena raises her hand to his face and gingerly caresses his cheek while she speaks to him with wonderment filling her voice. “John…can you…see me? “ She holds his face in her hands, “Can you…see me? Yes or no?” John exhales deeply and barley whispers, “Yeah…” Marlena looks at him intently as he tries to speak to her. John whispers again, “My…son…” Marlena takes a shallow ragged breathe while she decides whether or not to tell him what has happened. After a moment she decides that he has a right to know. She holds his face tenderly as she looks into his amazing ocean blue eyes. “You…were in a…a coma…just under two years.” Marlena sees the tears begin to fall from John’s eyes as he whispers again, “My…my son…where is…where…” Marlena strokes his face as tears form in her own eyes, “There was an…accident.” John’s eyes become red and bloodshot from the tears pouring out. Marlena strokes his face again running her slender fingers over his eyebrows, “Your son…he didn’t survive.” John takes a deep breath as one single tear streaks down his already tear soaked face. John leans forward onto Marlena…but since John has been comatose for two years he can not control his body. John’s body weight falls hardly against Marlena causing her to fall off the bed onto the floor bringing John down flush on top of her. Marlena struggles to get John up…but is unable to move him. “HELP! HELP ME!” She screams at the top of her lungs desperate for someone to come help John.
A doctor and a nurse come rushing into the room. The doctor is stunned to see Mr. Black awake much less lying on the floor. He rushes to Marlena’s side. “Alright we have got to get him back in bed. Marlena…get under his shoulders…get him up.” Marlena is worried for John and sits there starring at him while stroking his face. The doctor yells at her but she doesn’t respond. The doctor immediately yells for another nurse, “Gladys…GET IN HERE! Hurry get him up!” Gladys runs over and tells Marlena to move and she doesn’t so she physically pushes her out of the way…causing Marlena to fall back onto the floor and observe the chaos that is surrounding John. The doctor instructs the two nurses, “Under his shoulders. On my count. One…Two…THREE!” After much effort they finally get John back into his bed. After getting John back into his bed the doctors sedated him…so that he could get some rest. Marlena felt utterly useless and decided to go home.
The next morning Marlena walked the hall of the intensive care unit. She gazed at the men working in the hallway trying to repair the damage from the previous nights storm. While walking John’s doctor approached her and told her to come to his office. After sitting down the doctor began to speak in a calm tone. “Marlena…how we tell a patient about their condition…more importantly WHEN we tell them…it is one of the more critical decision that we make. Now…by telling Mr. Black under those circumstances…you could have brought about any num…” Marlena interrupted, “Is he okay?” “Yes…I think so.” Marlena let out a deep breathe that she wasn’t aware she was holding. When Marlena collects her self the doctor continues, “We have not yet been able to contact his family. It seems that they are out of the country. By the time we reach them…I think it would be in all out best interests for him…” Marlena cut him off yet again, “Why…why did he wake up?” The doctor took a deep breathe and looked at her, “I honestly don’t know!”
After a while Marlena and the doctor are making their way down the hallway towards John’s room, while the doctor fills her in. “He…uh…refuses to speak to anyone. He won’t let us give him food, medication…anything! And the simple truth is…without his consent our hands are tied. So…I was hoping that you would give it a try.” Marlena takes a deep breath and sighs, “Why would he listen to me?” The doctor smiles slightly, “Well…he asked for you…this morning.”
Marlena peered through the window into John’s hospital room. Marlena saw him starring at some photos she had taken of him over the past two years. She wasn’t really sure why she had taken them…but she didn’t regret it in any way. John stared at the picture with tears beginning to form in his eyes when suddenly he heard a knock at the door. He whispered as loudly as he could, “Come in…” He saw Marlena slowly approach the bed with a slight smile on her face, “Hey.” she said tentatively. John looked at her and held up one of the photos she had taken of him, “You took these. You took these pictures.” She smiled at him and nodded her head. The tears began to form in his eyes yet again, “What…gave you the right? Who…gave you the right?” he said as he threw the picture toward the foot of his bed. Marlena’s smile soon disappeared. She held back the tears as her eyes darted nervously around the room coming back to rest on John. She wasn’t really sure what to say to him…so she blurted out the first thing that cam to mind. “You’re ummm…you are taller than I’d thought you’d be…” She fidgets for a moment and then grabs the vase of flowers from his bed side and goes to get new water…when suddenly John’s horse voice stops her. “Nobody…nobody will tell me…anything. Somebody needs to…talk to me.” Marlena stares at him while he talks, “Your not…listening to me.” Marlena shakes her head, “Yes…I am… I understand.” John looks at her his eyes reddened with unshed tears, “How do you under…uhh…what could you possibly…understand about me?” Marlena covers her face to stops the tears from falling. She prevents them from falling and walks closer to him. She grabs the picture that John discarded and lays it on his lap, “I am the one…who took care of you… for two years. “ She wipes away a tear that managed to escape…and she quickly walks from the room.
She stares at John for a long moment. She is so overcome with emotion that the words she wants to say stick in her throat. This is a miracle…a man that many thought would never wake up is sitting before her. John is trying to speak but is unable…after two years of silence his muscles are weak and tired…despite the pain he continues to struggle with his voice. As Marlena stands before him she looks at him in wonder as he mumbles almost inaudible, “My boy…where is…my boy…” Marlena raises her hand to his face and gingerly caresses his cheek while she speaks to him with wonderment filling her voice. “John…can you…see me? “ She holds his face in her hands, “Can you…see me? Yes or no?” John exhales deeply and barley whispers, “Yeah…” Marlena looks at him intently as he tries to speak to her. John whispers again, “My…son…” Marlena takes a shallow ragged breathe while she decides whether or not to tell him what has happened. After a moment she decides that he has a right to know. She holds his face tenderly as she looks into his amazing ocean blue eyes. “You…were in a…a coma…just under two years.” Marlena sees the tears begin to fall from John’s eyes as he whispers again, “My…my son…where is…where…” Marlena strokes his face as tears form in her own eyes, “There was an…accident.” John’s eyes become red and bloodshot from the tears pouring out. Marlena strokes his face again running her slender fingers over his eyebrows, “Your son…he didn’t survive.” John takes a deep breath as one single tear streaks down his already tear soaked face. John leans forward onto Marlena…but since John has been comatose for two years he can not control his body. John’s body weight falls hardly against Marlena causing her to fall off the bed onto the floor bringing John down flush on top of her. Marlena struggles to get John up…but is unable to move him. “HELP! HELP ME!” She screams at the top of her lungs desperate for someone to come help John.
A doctor and a nurse come rushing into the room. The doctor is stunned to see Mr. Black awake much less lying on the floor. He rushes to Marlena’s side. “Alright we have got to get him back in bed. Marlena…get under his shoulders…get him up.” Marlena is worried for John and sits there starring at him while stroking his face. The doctor yells at her but she doesn’t respond. The doctor immediately yells for another nurse, “Gladys…GET IN HERE! Hurry get him up!” Gladys runs over and tells Marlena to move and she doesn’t so she physically pushes her out of the way…causing Marlena to fall back onto the floor and observe the chaos that is surrounding John. The doctor instructs the two nurses, “Under his shoulders. On my count. One…Two…THREE!” After much effort they finally get John back into his bed. After getting John back into his bed the doctors sedated him…so that he could get some rest. Marlena felt utterly useless and decided to go home.
The next morning Marlena walked the hall of the intensive care unit. She gazed at the men working in the hallway trying to repair the damage from the previous nights storm. While walking John’s doctor approached her and told her to come to his office. After sitting down the doctor began to speak in a calm tone. “Marlena…how we tell a patient about their condition…more importantly WHEN we tell them…it is one of the more critical decision that we make. Now…by telling Mr. Black under those circumstances…you could have brought about any num…” Marlena interrupted, “Is he okay?” “Yes…I think so.” Marlena let out a deep breathe that she wasn’t aware she was holding. When Marlena collects her self the doctor continues, “We have not yet been able to contact his family. It seems that they are out of the country. By the time we reach them…I think it would be in all out best interests for him…” Marlena cut him off yet again, “Why…why did he wake up?” The doctor took a deep breathe and looked at her, “I honestly don’t know!”
After a while Marlena and the doctor are making their way down the hallway towards John’s room, while the doctor fills her in. “He…uh…refuses to speak to anyone. He won’t let us give him food, medication…anything! And the simple truth is…without his consent our hands are tied. So…I was hoping that you would give it a try.” Marlena takes a deep breath and sighs, “Why would he listen to me?” The doctor smiles slightly, “Well…he asked for you…this morning.”
Marlena peered through the window into John’s hospital room. Marlena saw him starring at some photos she had taken of him over the past two years. She wasn’t really sure why she had taken them…but she didn’t regret it in any way. John stared at the picture with tears beginning to form in his eyes when suddenly he heard a knock at the door. He whispered as loudly as he could, “Come in…” He saw Marlena slowly approach the bed with a slight smile on her face, “Hey.” she said tentatively. John looked at her and held up one of the photos she had taken of him, “You took these. You took these pictures.” She smiled at him and nodded her head. The tears began to form in his eyes yet again, “What…gave you the right? Who…gave you the right?” he said as he threw the picture toward the foot of his bed. Marlena’s smile soon disappeared. She held back the tears as her eyes darted nervously around the room coming back to rest on John. She wasn’t really sure what to say to him…so she blurted out the first thing that cam to mind. “You’re ummm…you are taller than I’d thought you’d be…” She fidgets for a moment and then grabs the vase of flowers from his bed side and goes to get new water…when suddenly John’s horse voice stops her. “Nobody…nobody will tell me…anything. Somebody needs to…talk to me.” Marlena stares at him while he talks, “Your not…listening to me.” Marlena shakes her head, “Yes…I am… I understand.” John looks at her his eyes reddened with unshed tears, “How do you under…uhh…what could you possibly…understand about me?” Marlena covers her face to stops the tears from falling. She prevents them from falling and walks closer to him. She grabs the picture that John discarded and lays it on his lap, “I am the one…who took care of you… for two years. “ She wipes away a tear that managed to escape…and she quickly walks from the room.
