Post by khardaway on Dec 19, 2009 14:36:03 GMT -5
Upon entering the room Kevin instantly notices both a young blonde haired nurse checking Angie’s vitals, and of course Angie in her new state. The difference between what she looks like now compared to 15 hours ago was tremendous. Angie’s skin still has a slight yellow tan and her mouth and nostrils are covered by an oxygen mask, however that isn’t what catches most of Kevin’s attention. As the surgery had just recently finished, Angie is laying on her bed without a shirt on showing the huge incision in her chest, which is sowed up with roughly 30 stitches.
"Whoa, what has happened? Her skin, her chest? Baby, what is wrong with you?"
In staring at this, Hayley starts to cry again but rather than just crying on the spot she hurriedly leaves the room with the doctor signalling for the young nurse to follow her. Yet at the same time Kevin can no longer hold back his tears as one slips past his eyelashes and falls down his right cheek. In letting Kevin observe Angie a bit longer, the doctor grabs a bandage and starts to wrap over Angie’s stitches.
"Well there you have it, the operation itself was a success. No problems with the transplant or the incision, so there's no need to worry about this, but like I said before just got to wait and hold off until the other organs have been found."
Kevin wipes the tears off his face and out of his eyes as he now stares down the doctor again as he finishes wrapping the bandages around her and abruptly directs a question to the doctor.
"Listen doctor, be honest with me. What is your honest opinion on Angie's situation?"
The doctor gives a brief look at Angie and then reconnects with Kevin’s solid glare.
"Well I wouldn’t hold my breath. We don’t know what has caused her organs to shut down. There will be a gap in between now and when we can give her the other organs, so if this illness was to advance further, it could kill her."
Kevin now starts to lose the color in his face, as he fully understands the severity of the situation. Just as the doctor pats down the bandage, he goes over Angie’s vitals, however his reaction was different from the nurse who just checked on her. All of a sudden, Angie starts twitching around like the hell below them possessed her with the devil's spirit. The doctor pushes the red button near her bed as three nurses rush in and start prepping Angie as Kevin looks on in utter horror.
"SHE IS CRASHING. SOMEONE GET THE DEFRIBULATOR AND GIVE HER 20 MILLIGRAMS OF ADRENALINE! STAT! Sorry, but we need to take care of this Mr. Hardaway."
The doctor pushes Kevin away and shuts the door immediately as he stands outside, in what feels like himself, as Hayley comes back with the nurse and sees Kevin standing there. He turns his head to her to see Hayley rush over, what appears to be slowly.
It all has to be some kind of bad dream. It has to be.
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Back to the imaginary “couple”. I look on at myself and my former...companion if you will in the hospital room as that all too familiar hand comes across my shoulders. Not in a “come on, hurry up” type motion, but in a caring, loving motion. She looks over to me as I rub whatever it was in my eye...probably some slime or something. Some eye crust...yeah, that’s what it was. We’ll go with that. Mali keeps looking on into the distance and so do I. Then, some type of dread hits my system. That kind of dread that’s wondering why am I looking at the past. Why am I looking at her, when she was degraded to something like this.
I had to leave the room and sit down...and Mali followed me and sat down next to me. I could still hear the beeps on the machines in there. I tried to close my eyes and ears, but to no avail. All of a sudden, I heard a snapping of some fingers as I opened back up my ears and eyes to see...a different place.
We’re both in the same seats as in the hospital, but the setting is different. Wait a minute. This place feels all too familiar. The sun in the sky, the grass covered by inches of white powdery snow, the air in the meadows. It’s that damn park. Winter time. God, on that same day as...I took that picture, that infamous picture that Sarah shredded up like newspaper.
But there’s one difference. I don’t feel the cold, instant death upon me. It still feels like the cool, summer air. Maybe Mali changed it so we wouldn’t feel like we were going to get frostbite. She even has the same dress on. But her tone, and her personality are gone. I need to know what’s going on.
“Why are you showing me this?”
Her sarcastic, sweet tone is almost all but gone right now. All that’s in there is a person, a guardian to myself. It’s like her personality was whisked away by her higher power, whomever that may be. Now she seems like a drone. But I can tell that she’s still in there.
She simply answers with a resounding...
“I can’t tell you that right now.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t. Them’s the rules, kid.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, that is so.”
Ok, so the following of what to be said from my mouth, which will sound controversial, may offend some and make them want to throw rocks at me. I apologize. So...EARMUFFS!
“No wonder your higher being works in mysterious ways.”
“Well, yeah -- I hardly have enough time to keep up with your changing language. Our head honcho is a manipulative son of a bitch, that's why. He's a mysterious...motherfucker, and there's nothing to be done about it.”
“No wonder, it all makes sense now. There was a reason why I stopped believing in him years ago and now I finally got my answer, thank you for telling me, that was really nice of you.”
As you can tell, my sarcasm level is at 11 right now. Seriously...what she said was spiteful, so I did spiteful right back at her. And you know what she does? Huh?
She fucking smirks at me. Like some sort of wall-eyed bitch. Who thinks she can fucking smirk at me, huh? Anyways...
“That’s right...smirk all you want. You little fuckin’ smartass.”
“This little smartass is older than you, I'll have you know. I can't remember when I was last your age.”
“Come by me again?”
“It’s been awhile since I could remember when I was last your age.”
“How is that....”
Hold on...
“Wait a second...time differences right?”
“Fucking time differences. They’re supposed to teach you that up there but I was too busy slouching off. Looking down at you people...it’s a trip. Take sex for example. There's nothing funnier than the ridiculous faces you people make mid-coitus.”
“So you mean it’s a joke up there?”
“The word I hear on the streets is that it’s a joke down there as well.”
“And the word I hear on the streets is that we just said a quote from the movie “Dogma”, am I right?”
“Yeah...I know. But their accurate representation of that part is mostly aseity.”
“Excuse me?”
“True. There’s your word of the day.”
“Well, don’t I look like a fool.”
“Yeah, well...I do too for that silly argument we just had.”
“Well...I got out of hand, what do you expect?”
“Everything exactly what I suspect from you, Kevin.”
And with that weird quip, we both share a small laugh at each other, as I look out into the meadows...in that weird “look off into the distance” thing that is used in EVERY book cover, movie art, album art, etc.
But Mali knocks me out of my loop and I get back into it. But now she’s looking off into the distance...weird. Not as weird as me. Ok, weirder because she’s talking to herself.
“Yes?”
“You don’t say?”
“Hmm?”
“Ok, if you insist.”
Whomever just found that a little weird, raise your hand. The whole universe, huh? Good for you.
“See, I like him. He says okey-dokey.”
“Who says “okey-dokey” might I add?”
“Oh...him. I was talking to him.”
“About?”
“Why you’re here?”
FINALLY! Some god damn answers for once in my life. This should be interesting.
“Listen. The reason why I sent you to wherever I was told to go, was because I saw what was going on. I saw that fight between you and Angie and Sarah and Zak. I saw where Angie got you arrested even though she was the one who did everything. I’ve seen it all. And I’m here to put a stop to it. I’m here to put an end to it.
I want to give you an ultimatum here, Kevin. A choice. I know you have some demons in you and I know that you’re hurting because of Angie. See, in life...everything in life has two things...a WANT and a NEED. So here’s my offer to completely end it, but I’ll let you make the choice.
Either I can do one of two things...
1.) I can put everything back to normal. You’ll have the same scars, the same bruises, Angie will still hate your guts, everything.
2.) I can end it all for you. Have it so Angie doesn’t even know you exist. And vice versa. You’ll have no recollection of everything that has happened with you two ever.
So....it’s all up to you. What will it be...number one. Or will it be....number two?”
Now this is a problem here? Oh, what will I choose...it’s so terrifying. Whoever’s writing this is a master of suspense. Well...here goes nothing.
“I pick....”
“KEVIN! WAKE UP!”
BOOM! Out of the other world and back into the real world. I shoot up and scream from the top of my lungs...
“NUMBER TWO!”
“Number two? You have to go number two? Ew.”
It’s Sarah...shaking me awake like there was a tornado nearby or something. I can’t believe my own eyes. Everything...was all a dream. Yes...a dream. I’m taking the cliched, corny way out again. Bite my ass, fuckers. Anyways, I wake up in a cold sweat, as Sarah’s bruises still seem to show on her face and eye.
“What? What happened?”
“You fell asleep. If my recollection is correct, you’re not supposed to do that during a concussion.”
“Sorry.”
“Well...glad you’re ok.”
“Me too...I guess.”
“You hungry? I’m hungry.”
“Yeah...let’s go do that.”
So...with that dream out of the picture...quite possibly the weirdest dream of my natural born freakin’ life out of the picture, I can go back to my life. Quite possibly the most depressing, piece of shit life in the picture. But as me and Sarah open the door to our hotel room, we see something out of the corner of our eye...
Angie.
Getting arrested.
What the fuck....?
This has to be a dream, inside of a dream. I walk over to a random cop.
“Excuse me? What the hell is going on?”
“Oh...didn’t you hear? We got a report that this little sweetheart was beating up her ex-boyfriend. So we’re taking her in.”
“I see. Well...good work, sir.”
“Thank...you?”
Damn, now isn’t this an awesome sight. Angie is getting arrested, and she isn’t taken too kindly of it, swearing, kicking up a storm, having to be pulled into the cop car by police, being restrained like she was in Special Education...fuckin’ good times. So good that me and Sarah are watching this like some sort of TV special.
Then I see somebody watching. The maid it looks like. But...wait a minute?
Mali?
The maid winks at me and Sarah chimes in with that faint Australian accent of hers.
“Who’s that?”
“Umm...nothing. Yeah, let’s go with that.”
As Sarah walks outside, I lip to the maid/Mali...
“Thank you!”
She blows a kiss towards my direction and smiles, as I walk outside, following Sarah. With that, in exceptionally stupid fashion, she offers me some good well-known advice for the road...
“When you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all.”
"Whoa, what has happened? Her skin, her chest? Baby, what is wrong with you?"
In staring at this, Hayley starts to cry again but rather than just crying on the spot she hurriedly leaves the room with the doctor signalling for the young nurse to follow her. Yet at the same time Kevin can no longer hold back his tears as one slips past his eyelashes and falls down his right cheek. In letting Kevin observe Angie a bit longer, the doctor grabs a bandage and starts to wrap over Angie’s stitches.
"Well there you have it, the operation itself was a success. No problems with the transplant or the incision, so there's no need to worry about this, but like I said before just got to wait and hold off until the other organs have been found."
Kevin wipes the tears off his face and out of his eyes as he now stares down the doctor again as he finishes wrapping the bandages around her and abruptly directs a question to the doctor.
"Listen doctor, be honest with me. What is your honest opinion on Angie's situation?"
The doctor gives a brief look at Angie and then reconnects with Kevin’s solid glare.
"Well I wouldn’t hold my breath. We don’t know what has caused her organs to shut down. There will be a gap in between now and when we can give her the other organs, so if this illness was to advance further, it could kill her."
Kevin now starts to lose the color in his face, as he fully understands the severity of the situation. Just as the doctor pats down the bandage, he goes over Angie’s vitals, however his reaction was different from the nurse who just checked on her. All of a sudden, Angie starts twitching around like the hell below them possessed her with the devil's spirit. The doctor pushes the red button near her bed as three nurses rush in and start prepping Angie as Kevin looks on in utter horror.
"SHE IS CRASHING. SOMEONE GET THE DEFRIBULATOR AND GIVE HER 20 MILLIGRAMS OF ADRENALINE! STAT! Sorry, but we need to take care of this Mr. Hardaway."
The doctor pushes Kevin away and shuts the door immediately as he stands outside, in what feels like himself, as Hayley comes back with the nurse and sees Kevin standing there. He turns his head to her to see Hayley rush over, what appears to be slowly.
It all has to be some kind of bad dream. It has to be.
|---------------------------------|
Back to the imaginary “couple”. I look on at myself and my former...companion if you will in the hospital room as that all too familiar hand comes across my shoulders. Not in a “come on, hurry up” type motion, but in a caring, loving motion. She looks over to me as I rub whatever it was in my eye...probably some slime or something. Some eye crust...yeah, that’s what it was. We’ll go with that. Mali keeps looking on into the distance and so do I. Then, some type of dread hits my system. That kind of dread that’s wondering why am I looking at the past. Why am I looking at her, when she was degraded to something like this.
I had to leave the room and sit down...and Mali followed me and sat down next to me. I could still hear the beeps on the machines in there. I tried to close my eyes and ears, but to no avail. All of a sudden, I heard a snapping of some fingers as I opened back up my ears and eyes to see...a different place.
We’re both in the same seats as in the hospital, but the setting is different. Wait a minute. This place feels all too familiar. The sun in the sky, the grass covered by inches of white powdery snow, the air in the meadows. It’s that damn park. Winter time. God, on that same day as...I took that picture, that infamous picture that Sarah shredded up like newspaper.
But there’s one difference. I don’t feel the cold, instant death upon me. It still feels like the cool, summer air. Maybe Mali changed it so we wouldn’t feel like we were going to get frostbite. She even has the same dress on. But her tone, and her personality are gone. I need to know what’s going on.
“Why are you showing me this?”
Her sarcastic, sweet tone is almost all but gone right now. All that’s in there is a person, a guardian to myself. It’s like her personality was whisked away by her higher power, whomever that may be. Now she seems like a drone. But I can tell that she’s still in there.
She simply answers with a resounding...
“I can’t tell you that right now.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t. Them’s the rules, kid.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, that is so.”
Ok, so the following of what to be said from my mouth, which will sound controversial, may offend some and make them want to throw rocks at me. I apologize. So...EARMUFFS!
“No wonder your higher being works in mysterious ways.”
“Well, yeah -- I hardly have enough time to keep up with your changing language. Our head honcho is a manipulative son of a bitch, that's why. He's a mysterious...motherfucker, and there's nothing to be done about it.”
“No wonder, it all makes sense now. There was a reason why I stopped believing in him years ago and now I finally got my answer, thank you for telling me, that was really nice of you.”
As you can tell, my sarcasm level is at 11 right now. Seriously...what she said was spiteful, so I did spiteful right back at her. And you know what she does? Huh?
She fucking smirks at me. Like some sort of wall-eyed bitch. Who thinks she can fucking smirk at me, huh? Anyways...
“That’s right...smirk all you want. You little fuckin’ smartass.”
“This little smartass is older than you, I'll have you know. I can't remember when I was last your age.”
“Come by me again?”
“It’s been awhile since I could remember when I was last your age.”
“How is that....”
Hold on...
“Wait a second...time differences right?”
“Fucking time differences. They’re supposed to teach you that up there but I was too busy slouching off. Looking down at you people...it’s a trip. Take sex for example. There's nothing funnier than the ridiculous faces you people make mid-coitus.”
“So you mean it’s a joke up there?”
“The word I hear on the streets is that it’s a joke down there as well.”
“And the word I hear on the streets is that we just said a quote from the movie “Dogma”, am I right?”
“Yeah...I know. But their accurate representation of that part is mostly aseity.”
“Excuse me?”
“True. There’s your word of the day.”
“Well, don’t I look like a fool.”
“Yeah, well...I do too for that silly argument we just had.”
“Well...I got out of hand, what do you expect?”
“Everything exactly what I suspect from you, Kevin.”
And with that weird quip, we both share a small laugh at each other, as I look out into the meadows...in that weird “look off into the distance” thing that is used in EVERY book cover, movie art, album art, etc.
But Mali knocks me out of my loop and I get back into it. But now she’s looking off into the distance...weird. Not as weird as me. Ok, weirder because she’s talking to herself.
“Yes?”
“You don’t say?”
“Hmm?”
“Ok, if you insist.”
Whomever just found that a little weird, raise your hand. The whole universe, huh? Good for you.
“See, I like him. He says okey-dokey.”
“Who says “okey-dokey” might I add?”
“Oh...him. I was talking to him.”
“About?”
“Why you’re here?”
FINALLY! Some god damn answers for once in my life. This should be interesting.
“Listen. The reason why I sent you to wherever I was told to go, was because I saw what was going on. I saw that fight between you and Angie and Sarah and Zak. I saw where Angie got you arrested even though she was the one who did everything. I’ve seen it all. And I’m here to put a stop to it. I’m here to put an end to it.
I want to give you an ultimatum here, Kevin. A choice. I know you have some demons in you and I know that you’re hurting because of Angie. See, in life...everything in life has two things...a WANT and a NEED. So here’s my offer to completely end it, but I’ll let you make the choice.
Either I can do one of two things...
1.) I can put everything back to normal. You’ll have the same scars, the same bruises, Angie will still hate your guts, everything.
2.) I can end it all for you. Have it so Angie doesn’t even know you exist. And vice versa. You’ll have no recollection of everything that has happened with you two ever.
So....it’s all up to you. What will it be...number one. Or will it be....number two?”
Now this is a problem here? Oh, what will I choose...it’s so terrifying. Whoever’s writing this is a master of suspense. Well...here goes nothing.
“I pick....”
“KEVIN! WAKE UP!”
BOOM! Out of the other world and back into the real world. I shoot up and scream from the top of my lungs...
“NUMBER TWO!”
“Number two? You have to go number two? Ew.”
It’s Sarah...shaking me awake like there was a tornado nearby or something. I can’t believe my own eyes. Everything...was all a dream. Yes...a dream. I’m taking the cliched, corny way out again. Bite my ass, fuckers. Anyways, I wake up in a cold sweat, as Sarah’s bruises still seem to show on her face and eye.
“What? What happened?”
“You fell asleep. If my recollection is correct, you’re not supposed to do that during a concussion.”
“Sorry.”
“Well...glad you’re ok.”
“Me too...I guess.”
“You hungry? I’m hungry.”
“Yeah...let’s go do that.”
So...with that dream out of the picture...quite possibly the weirdest dream of my natural born freakin’ life out of the picture, I can go back to my life. Quite possibly the most depressing, piece of shit life in the picture. But as me and Sarah open the door to our hotel room, we see something out of the corner of our eye...
Angie.
Getting arrested.
What the fuck....?
This has to be a dream, inside of a dream. I walk over to a random cop.
“Excuse me? What the hell is going on?”
“Oh...didn’t you hear? We got a report that this little sweetheart was beating up her ex-boyfriend. So we’re taking her in.”
“I see. Well...good work, sir.”
“Thank...you?”
Damn, now isn’t this an awesome sight. Angie is getting arrested, and she isn’t taken too kindly of it, swearing, kicking up a storm, having to be pulled into the cop car by police, being restrained like she was in Special Education...fuckin’ good times. So good that me and Sarah are watching this like some sort of TV special.
Then I see somebody watching. The maid it looks like. But...wait a minute?
Mali?
The maid winks at me and Sarah chimes in with that faint Australian accent of hers.
“Who’s that?”
“Umm...nothing. Yeah, let’s go with that.”
As Sarah walks outside, I lip to the maid/Mali...
“Thank you!”
She blows a kiss towards my direction and smiles, as I walk outside, following Sarah. With that, in exceptionally stupid fashion, she offers me some good well-known advice for the road...
“When you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all.”
