Post by Tammy on Aug 17, 2006 11:12:12 GMT -5
The next day John slowly awoke to the sound of the birds chirping…a simple sound that he never thought he would hear again. He stares out the window when he hears a voice coming from the other side of his bed. “You were right…I wasn’t listening to you.” He slowly turns his head towards the sound and see Marlena sitting there.
Sometime later…Marlena had decided to take John somewhere she thought he needed to go. She helped him get dressed and placed him in the wheelchair. Marlena was pushing John in the wheelchair down the paved pathway. John glances around and saw all the headstones that adorn the perfectly manicured lawn. After a few moments Marlena breaks the silence, “He’s…just up here a ways.” They continue to walk in silence until they reach their intended destination. When they came to a stops John finally speaks, “You…you came to see my boy?” Marlena replies, “Mm-hmm. I figured you would have come…if you could have.” Marlena pushed John up within reach of his sons headstone. John stares at the icy looking marble and sees the words ‘Brady Black…Loving Son…Gentle Soul’. John begins to breathe heavily trying hard not to cry. Marlena sees his struggle and decides to leave him alone. As she walks away she glances back at the heart broken man that she has come to care very much about. She wipes away her tears and decides to take a short walk…giving John a moment with his son. John leans forward…wanting to get as close as humanly possible with his physical limitations. He reaches a shaking and out and lays it upon the marble headstone. His shaky fingers outline the cold…engraved letters that represent his son. John begins to breathe heavily…he suddenly hears what he swears is the sound of a flute…and an even fainter sound of a young boys laughter. He looks around frantically…but sees nothing. He sighs heavily and motions for Marlena to take him away. Marlena comes to get him…and they head back toward the hospital.
Several hours later John is lying in his room just starring at the ceiling when the doors to his room burst open. He looks toward the intrusion and sees two familiar faces…his mother and father. Shawn Brady rushes over to his son…and kisses his face frantically. He stares at his son with amazement as he sniffles and laughs all at the same time. “Ah…hi son!” Both father and son begin to laugh, “Hey pop!” Caroline sits behind Shawn crying with joy at the site of their son…awake. Shawn holds John by his face, “Ah…my boy…how you doin’?” John just smiles at him and looks over to his mother, “Hi mom.” Shawn laughs as he looks to Caroline, “We got our boy back!” Caroline cries out, “I knew it…welcome back son.”
Night quickly approached and The nurse came into John’s room to check his vitals and take some blood. John watched her as she tied the rubber band around his arm…tapped his vein and inserted the needle. Being given a shot would have normally made John go weak in the knees…but this time…it didn’t phase him at all. He stared at the ceiling wondering what was happening to him.
The next morning Marlena came to see John and he tired to explain to her what was happening to him.” Something happened last night, with the nurse. She came in to change my I.V. …and I…I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel her fingers…or the needle being inserted. I can’t feel…anything.” Marlena swallowed roughly trying not to get emotional. She did her best to swallow the lump in her throat before she spoke to him. “Do you mean that…you can’t feel anything…in your arms? Just your arms and your hands?” John shook his head and whispered, “No… nothing.” Marlena got up from the chair and sat next to him on the bed. She looked at him for a moment and gently picked his arm up…she turned it over and rested his hand palm up in her hand. She took her fingertips and ever so slowly ran them up his arm coming to a stop at his elbow. She glanced up to look at John and he just shook his head no. She looked back down and began to slowly run her fingertips down his arm coming to a stop at the tips of his fingers. She looked at him again…he closed his eyes and simply said, “Nothing.” Marlena took a deep breath as she laid his arm back upon his side. She scooted closer up to him. She gently placed her hands upon his face… gently stroking her thumbs over his cheeks while starring into his eyes. John looked into her eyes which were masked by unshed tears and he said, “I can’t feel you.” She just stared at him, when suddenly the door flew open. Marlena gasped slightly and backed away from John. She looked over toward the door and saw a woman standing there. Feeling uncomfortable Marlena quickly rose from the bed and hastily left the room. John just stared at the woman as she came up to his bed side. She sighed, “You’re awake. It’s a miracle. “ John took a deep breath, “I’m so…sorry.” The woman gently shook her head, “No it doesn’t… it doesn’t matter. You’re awake John…nothing else matters. “ John takes a deep breath, “The cemetery…it’s beautiful.” The woman looks at him in shock, “You went?” John barely nods his head yes. The woman smiles slightly, “Yeah well…your father…he’s been…he’s been your father. He took care of everything.” John nodded, “You shouldn’t feel like…like you have to be here. I don’t expect anything from you Isabella… I don’t.” Isabella fidgets nervously and rises from the bed. “I got married John. The court approved our divorce. They said that…that you would never wake up again. They said it was impossible. “ John looked away from her, “Well…I guess I fooled us all then.” John closed his eyes tightly and Isabella quietly left the room without saying another word.
Marlena roamed the hospital looking for John’s doctor. He finally found him in the cafeteria. He was about to take his first bite of supper when Marlena cleared her throat to get his attention. He looked up at her and with a lump in her throat she said, “I think there maybe something wrong with him!” The doctor sighs deeply…afraid that something like this might happen.
John lies in his hospital bed. The only sound coming from the constant beeping of the machines that are attached to him. John looks up at the machines and notices that the beeps are becoming a lot faster and louder. He looks over to the bedside table and see the picture of him with his son…John begins panting…his breathes becoming harder and harder to take. Then he hears it again…the faint sound of a flute…the tooting of the flute begins to match the incessant rhythm of his heart machine. He looks to the foot of his bed and he see him…he sees Brady sitting at the foot of his bed playing his beloved flute. He continues to stare at what he thinks is Brady…when Brady pulls the flute away from his mouth and says, “It’s time to go daddy.” John begins to breathe at an abnormally fast pace, which causes his heartbeat to skyrocket.
Marlena had gone home for the night when she had received a call from one of her co-workers informing her of what had happened to John. She quickly made her way through the hospital and up to John’s room. She walked into his room and came to a stop at the door upon seeing him. There he was…lying in his bed looking limp and pale…and he was restrained to the bed. She gasped at the sight of him, “What the hell did they do to you?” She paced quickly over to his bedside and began to remove the restraints. Just then the not so friendly Nurse Gladys came into the room, “We are putting those restraints back on him immediately Nurse Evans!” Marlena glared at her, “You go ahead and try it and you will find yourself wearing them!” The nurse glared back at her, “I’m not asking you…” Marlena interrupted, “I’m NOT ASKING YOU…What happened…what the hell did you do to him?” The nurse looked at her coldly, “He has been sedated for his own good.” Marlena backed away from the bed and headed toward Nurse Gladys, “Is THAT right?” Lexi walked into the room and stopped her, “Marlena?” Just then nurse Gladys interrupted, “Nurse Carver, you get security up here immediately!” Marlena whipped around toward Lexi, “Good idea Lexi, while you’re at it…why don’t you call John’s parents…cause I am sure they would LOVE to hear what’s going on here!” Gladys walked up to beside Marlena, “Now…nurse Carver.” Marlena’s temper had reached it’s breaking point. She turned toward Nurse Gladys and screamed, “GET OUT OF HERE!” She laughed in Marlena’s face and suddenly Marlena grabbed her by her scrubs pushing her towards the door, “I said, GET OUT OF HERE!” Nurse Gladys got her bearings and starred daggers at Marlena, “This is a mistake…I promise you that!” and she hurried out the door. Marlena shrugged it off and went back to John’s bed side. She leaned over the side of the bed and began to stroke John’s hair in a comforting rhythm. Lexi came up on the other side of the bed. “Marlena…you did not see him like we did. He pulled out his I.V. …he was…he was calling out for his son,” Marlena looked up at Lexi with tears in her eyes. “He was going to hurt himself Marlena.” Marlena looked away from Lexi and kneeled down by John’s bed…she continued to stroke his cheek lovingly while she cried.
Sometime later…Marlena had decided to take John somewhere she thought he needed to go. She helped him get dressed and placed him in the wheelchair. Marlena was pushing John in the wheelchair down the paved pathway. John glances around and saw all the headstones that adorn the perfectly manicured lawn. After a few moments Marlena breaks the silence, “He’s…just up here a ways.” They continue to walk in silence until they reach their intended destination. When they came to a stops John finally speaks, “You…you came to see my boy?” Marlena replies, “Mm-hmm. I figured you would have come…if you could have.” Marlena pushed John up within reach of his sons headstone. John stares at the icy looking marble and sees the words ‘Brady Black…Loving Son…Gentle Soul’. John begins to breathe heavily trying hard not to cry. Marlena sees his struggle and decides to leave him alone. As she walks away she glances back at the heart broken man that she has come to care very much about. She wipes away her tears and decides to take a short walk…giving John a moment with his son. John leans forward…wanting to get as close as humanly possible with his physical limitations. He reaches a shaking and out and lays it upon the marble headstone. His shaky fingers outline the cold…engraved letters that represent his son. John begins to breathe heavily…he suddenly hears what he swears is the sound of a flute…and an even fainter sound of a young boys laughter. He looks around frantically…but sees nothing. He sighs heavily and motions for Marlena to take him away. Marlena comes to get him…and they head back toward the hospital.
Several hours later John is lying in his room just starring at the ceiling when the doors to his room burst open. He looks toward the intrusion and sees two familiar faces…his mother and father. Shawn Brady rushes over to his son…and kisses his face frantically. He stares at his son with amazement as he sniffles and laughs all at the same time. “Ah…hi son!” Both father and son begin to laugh, “Hey pop!” Caroline sits behind Shawn crying with joy at the site of their son…awake. Shawn holds John by his face, “Ah…my boy…how you doin’?” John just smiles at him and looks over to his mother, “Hi mom.” Shawn laughs as he looks to Caroline, “We got our boy back!” Caroline cries out, “I knew it…welcome back son.”
Night quickly approached and The nurse came into John’s room to check his vitals and take some blood. John watched her as she tied the rubber band around his arm…tapped his vein and inserted the needle. Being given a shot would have normally made John go weak in the knees…but this time…it didn’t phase him at all. He stared at the ceiling wondering what was happening to him.
The next morning Marlena came to see John and he tired to explain to her what was happening to him.” Something happened last night, with the nurse. She came in to change my I.V. …and I…I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel her fingers…or the needle being inserted. I can’t feel…anything.” Marlena swallowed roughly trying not to get emotional. She did her best to swallow the lump in her throat before she spoke to him. “Do you mean that…you can’t feel anything…in your arms? Just your arms and your hands?” John shook his head and whispered, “No… nothing.” Marlena got up from the chair and sat next to him on the bed. She looked at him for a moment and gently picked his arm up…she turned it over and rested his hand palm up in her hand. She took her fingertips and ever so slowly ran them up his arm coming to a stop at his elbow. She glanced up to look at John and he just shook his head no. She looked back down and began to slowly run her fingertips down his arm coming to a stop at the tips of his fingers. She looked at him again…he closed his eyes and simply said, “Nothing.” Marlena took a deep breath as she laid his arm back upon his side. She scooted closer up to him. She gently placed her hands upon his face… gently stroking her thumbs over his cheeks while starring into his eyes. John looked into her eyes which were masked by unshed tears and he said, “I can’t feel you.” She just stared at him, when suddenly the door flew open. Marlena gasped slightly and backed away from John. She looked over toward the door and saw a woman standing there. Feeling uncomfortable Marlena quickly rose from the bed and hastily left the room. John just stared at the woman as she came up to his bed side. She sighed, “You’re awake. It’s a miracle. “ John took a deep breath, “I’m so…sorry.” The woman gently shook her head, “No it doesn’t… it doesn’t matter. You’re awake John…nothing else matters. “ John takes a deep breath, “The cemetery…it’s beautiful.” The woman looks at him in shock, “You went?” John barely nods his head yes. The woman smiles slightly, “Yeah well…your father…he’s been…he’s been your father. He took care of everything.” John nodded, “You shouldn’t feel like…like you have to be here. I don’t expect anything from you Isabella… I don’t.” Isabella fidgets nervously and rises from the bed. “I got married John. The court approved our divorce. They said that…that you would never wake up again. They said it was impossible. “ John looked away from her, “Well…I guess I fooled us all then.” John closed his eyes tightly and Isabella quietly left the room without saying another word.
Marlena roamed the hospital looking for John’s doctor. He finally found him in the cafeteria. He was about to take his first bite of supper when Marlena cleared her throat to get his attention. He looked up at her and with a lump in her throat she said, “I think there maybe something wrong with him!” The doctor sighs deeply…afraid that something like this might happen.
John lies in his hospital bed. The only sound coming from the constant beeping of the machines that are attached to him. John looks up at the machines and notices that the beeps are becoming a lot faster and louder. He looks over to the bedside table and see the picture of him with his son…John begins panting…his breathes becoming harder and harder to take. Then he hears it again…the faint sound of a flute…the tooting of the flute begins to match the incessant rhythm of his heart machine. He looks to the foot of his bed and he see him…he sees Brady sitting at the foot of his bed playing his beloved flute. He continues to stare at what he thinks is Brady…when Brady pulls the flute away from his mouth and says, “It’s time to go daddy.” John begins to breathe at an abnormally fast pace, which causes his heartbeat to skyrocket.
Marlena had gone home for the night when she had received a call from one of her co-workers informing her of what had happened to John. She quickly made her way through the hospital and up to John’s room. She walked into his room and came to a stop at the door upon seeing him. There he was…lying in his bed looking limp and pale…and he was restrained to the bed. She gasped at the sight of him, “What the hell did they do to you?” She paced quickly over to his bedside and began to remove the restraints. Just then the not so friendly Nurse Gladys came into the room, “We are putting those restraints back on him immediately Nurse Evans!” Marlena glared at her, “You go ahead and try it and you will find yourself wearing them!” The nurse glared back at her, “I’m not asking you…” Marlena interrupted, “I’m NOT ASKING YOU…What happened…what the hell did you do to him?” The nurse looked at her coldly, “He has been sedated for his own good.” Marlena backed away from the bed and headed toward Nurse Gladys, “Is THAT right?” Lexi walked into the room and stopped her, “Marlena?” Just then nurse Gladys interrupted, “Nurse Carver, you get security up here immediately!” Marlena whipped around toward Lexi, “Good idea Lexi, while you’re at it…why don’t you call John’s parents…cause I am sure they would LOVE to hear what’s going on here!” Gladys walked up to beside Marlena, “Now…nurse Carver.” Marlena’s temper had reached it’s breaking point. She turned toward Nurse Gladys and screamed, “GET OUT OF HERE!” She laughed in Marlena’s face and suddenly Marlena grabbed her by her scrubs pushing her towards the door, “I said, GET OUT OF HERE!” Nurse Gladys got her bearings and starred daggers at Marlena, “This is a mistake…I promise you that!” and she hurried out the door. Marlena shrugged it off and went back to John’s bed side. She leaned over the side of the bed and began to stroke John’s hair in a comforting rhythm. Lexi came up on the other side of the bed. “Marlena…you did not see him like we did. He pulled out his I.V. …he was…he was calling out for his son,” Marlena looked up at Lexi with tears in her eyes. “He was going to hurt himself Marlena.” Marlena looked away from Lexi and kneeled down by John’s bed…she continued to stroke his cheek lovingly while she cried.
