Three days later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I only have one more day to save myself. Which is okay, because I have been practicing. I've taught myself how to make my arm, and fingers move at my command. Today's the day where I'm going to make my debut. I wonder when James is going to come. I decide not to practice because I don't want to tire myself out. So I wait. I wonder where he is. Usually he's here by now... Of course I don't know what time it is but... I guess I can't explain it. Finally I hear someone walk in. James? "Alright Taylor dear. If you can hear me, please, please try! Your little boy Andrew needs you." A nurse, Kimberly, says. You know what, screw James. I force myself to move my fingers. The nurse must've noticed. "That's good darling." She says calmly. "Now try opening your eyes." I haven't really tried this yet. I wonder why. OPEN EYES OPEN!! I scream inside my brain. A flash of light breaks through my never ending darkness. "DOCTOR!!" Kimberly screams. I can't keep the light, I fade back inside my darkness. "She's been responding to me." Kimberly says excitedly. "Look." "Taylor... Move your fingers for me, please!" She try's. I wiggle my fingers with ease this time. "See!" She says.
"Good... Write this down Kimberly." The doctor says sternly. I feel Kimberly move away from me. I hear her write something down.
"Uh.... Does this mean that her 'date' is moved?" Kimberly asks.
"Not quite. Her vitals have hardly changed. We'll allow her only two more days." The doctor says.
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It's the end of the road... My final day. Maybe... Maybe I can will myself to move my arm. Maybe... I hear steps walking close. It sounds like more then three people. "Mom?" I hear Marie say. Oh baby!
"Dad said today its time to say goodbye because you're going to heaven." Said Jason.
"Mom! Please don't go." It's time. I try moving my arm but to no avail. I try my hardest. I push myself towards the darkness. Open!! I scream. Suddenly, a light blinds me, I don't care. I push, I scream at myself. Come on! I cheer. Suddenly I hear Andrew, "mommy?" "Mommy!" He screams. This pushes me, drives me! I push harder towards the light. "Daddy! Mommy is waking up!" Andrew cheers. Finally, I break into the light.
"TAYLOR!!!" James bursts out it tears. "Oh my god baby!" I feel James kissing my face. I can hardly see. The lights are too bright.
"Can someone dim the lights a bit?" I ask. Wow. I'm so selfish. They thought I was dead and all I can say is 'dim the lights' I find that the lights have been dimmed and I can make out James, Andrew, Marie, and Jason. "Oh babies... I could hear you guys the whole time!" I say. I look at Andrew.
"When's that play?" I ask. His face lights up, tears in his eyes.
"Well.. It's in a week. Mommy, I don't think you'll be able to make it." I smile.
"I'll be there baby." I say. He leans up and hugs me as tight as his little arms can.
"Mommy?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"I didn't think I'd be able to talk to you again." Tears spring to my eyes. It's a relief to be able to cry again.
"Awe baby... Trust me, I was talking to you. You just couldn't hear me." He smiles. The doctor comes in.
"Wha..." He says, then the nurse walks in behind him.
"Taylor! You're... Awake!" She shouts. Her voice rings in my head.
"Thanks Kimberly for everything" I say weakly.
"But how'd you.."
"I could hear you." I say with a light smile. She walks around Jason and hugs me. I try to hug her back but I'm too weak.
"Taylor. I was praying for you." Kimberly says.
"That means a lot. Thanks Kimberly." I say.
"Taylor baby, I can't believe it..." James says, tears running like a slow pace river down his cheeks.
"Why did you stop talking to me?" I ask. James tells our children to wait outside.
"Because I lost hope." He says sadly.
"Whenever you talked to me, I pictured you. It made me so happy." I say with a smile. He starts crying.
"I'm so sorry. Baby. I don't know... I thought... Oh babe!" He leans in and hugs me then kisses me on the forehead.
"James.. I'm here now. That's all I could ask for." I say this with tears running down my cheeks and he hugs me and we just stay there until the doctor starts talking.
"Um... Taylor. Now that you're awake. We have some news." The doctor begins. "But before we deliver that we have to take you through a series of mental questions and we want you to answer them truthfully." I nod and James does too.
"James?"
"Yeah? "
"You better take the children home." He nods and gets up and leaves.
"Since you were in a coma so long, mrs. Yammouni, you could've experienced traumatic brain malfunctions."
"Okay, first question." I say firmly.
"The first one;
Do you remember what happened to you?" I nod, "can you explain?"
"I thought it was only one question." I say sarcastically. I don't know why but I have grown to dislike this guy, since the first time we met. Or... Since the first time I heard him talking.
"Well it is, please, just explain." I nod.
"I was in a car accident. Is that good enough?"
"Why?" I sigh.
"Because a deer darted out in front of me and I swerved to miss it and hit a car head on. Speaking of which, is the other driver okay?" I say, I can't believe I forgot about them.
"Unfortunately, their vehicle being as small as it was..."
"What do you mean... 'Their'?" I shout.
"Taylor, calm down." I take a deep breath and then shoot him a look. Well? It shouts. "Well, in the car, there was a woman, thirty-two and a young boy, thirteen." He pauses. "The young man being on the side that you didn't hit full on, is in intensive care. That being besides the point, I'd appreciate it if we could get back to our test." He says emotionlessly.
"are you fucking for real!!" I scream. Tears jumping to my eyes. "'That being besides the point'? HOW CAN YOU BE ANYMORE ON POINT? I KILLED A WOMAN AND ALL YOU'RE, SITTING HERE DOING, IS SEEING IF IM STABLE ENOUGH TO HEAR SOME FUCKING NEWS???" I take a deep breath. "Doctor... Please inform me if the boy has somewhere to stay." I ask, rather calmly.
"No." He says coldly. "Taylor, can we please continue our mental exam." He repeats. I roll my eyes.
Okay, question two;
How old are you?"
"Twenty-eight." I reply.
"Question three;
How many fingers am I holding up right now?" He holds up two fingers and his thumb.
"Is that a trick question?" I ask.
"How so m'am?" He asks annoyed.
"Well you're holding up two fingers and your thumb. Now if I said three would you say I was wrong because that's a thumb not a finger or if I said two would you say I was wrong because there are two fingers and thumb?" He stands up.
"Mrs. Yammouni. I have had enough of your bullshit as of now. I will keep you here longer then you need too." He says enraged.
"And I've had enough of yours. Mr. Itakeituptheass" I snidely snap back. His face goes red. He storms out of the room and I lean back in my bed. Proud of what I said. I can't wait to go home.
