Until we meet again,
Rosalind
Monday, February 9, 2015
A note
This post is to confirm your suspicions, if you suspected that I had disappeared from the blog due to personal reasons and while I have been continuing my story with Lizzy, I am unlikely to post any more of it here (the last post is something I had already posted on Derek's blog and simply neglected to publish here). I wish you all well.
Until we meet again,
Rosalind
Until we meet again,
Rosalind
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Mrs. Redgrave's forehead wrinkles in concern. "Lizzy! Lizzy? Are you listening?"
Lizzy's eyes open. "I'm sorry, what was that?" The room around her feels so...undefined. Nothing's felt quite real since the accident. Not that it was an accident,
"I said, I think you need a change of scenery. Somewhere you can walk down the street without being constantly reminded about things."
Lizzy shakes her head vigorously. "No. I need to be here. For mom."
Mrs. Redgrave nods slowly. "Alright... She might be able to hear you, you know. I read a story on the news about a coma patient who woke up after several years, and said she could remember everything that happened while she was asleep."
Lizzy nods. "I need to be there for her," she repeats.
*******
The next morning:
The lady at the front desk looks up. "Hello, there, Lizzy. Punctual as usual." She looks at Lizzy's pass and nods. "Go on in."
Lizzy nods back, not quite able to speak. She's always hated hospitals, the over-sanitization of everything, the mechanical beeps, the people who all look as though there not all the way there. Lizzy herself probably looks not all the way there.
She takes the elevator up to the sixth floor and walks down a hallway with a lot of doors, some open, some closed. She exchanges nodded greetings with some of the hospital staff as she passes. They recognize her. They recognize her because she's been coming every day for months now. She's been coming ever since she got out of the hospital herself.
How does fate decide? She and her parents were all in the same Prius. Why is her father dead, her mother in a coma? Why is she the one still here?
She opens the door.
So many tubes, wires, machines, she can't see her mother's face, not really. She pulls over a chair and sits by the bed.
"Hey, mom. I'm here."
Lizzy's eyes open. "I'm sorry, what was that?" The room around her feels so...undefined. Nothing's felt quite real since the accident. Not that it was an accident,
"I said, I think you need a change of scenery. Somewhere you can walk down the street without being constantly reminded about things."
Lizzy shakes her head vigorously. "No. I need to be here. For mom."
Mrs. Redgrave nods slowly. "Alright... She might be able to hear you, you know. I read a story on the news about a coma patient who woke up after several years, and said she could remember everything that happened while she was asleep."
Lizzy nods. "I need to be there for her," she repeats.
*******
The next morning:
The lady at the front desk looks up. "Hello, there, Lizzy. Punctual as usual." She looks at Lizzy's pass and nods. "Go on in."
Lizzy nods back, not quite able to speak. She's always hated hospitals, the over-sanitization of everything, the mechanical beeps, the people who all look as though there not all the way there. Lizzy herself probably looks not all the way there.
She takes the elevator up to the sixth floor and walks down a hallway with a lot of doors, some open, some closed. She exchanges nodded greetings with some of the hospital staff as she passes. They recognize her. They recognize her because she's been coming every day for months now. She's been coming ever since she got out of the hospital herself.
How does fate decide? She and her parents were all in the same Prius. Why is her father dead, her mother in a coma? Why is she the one still here?
She opens the door.
So many tubes, wires, machines, she can't see her mother's face, not really. She pulls over a chair and sits by the bed.
"Hey, mom. I'm here."
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