Trisha lay in a coma on life support, her parents crying near her hospital bed. Time was running out and the decision to discontinue the life support was being discussed. But unknown to her family and doctors she wasn't dead, but trapped inside, ins...
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"No!" He said, sitting up in bed, disoriented. Looking around, Mike didn't see Zada anymore. He was back in the hospital. His heart monitor was beeping like crazy but soon went back to normal. "Why did she kiss me?" He thought. He'd nearly killed her by burying her under tons of sand at the oasis. He thought for a minute about the kiss and then looked up, remembering where he was, in a hospital. In Trisha's hospital!
A nurse walked into the room and saw that he was awake. "Glad to see you 're awake young man. You were touch and go there for a while. They had to shock you in the air-life helicopter after you had flatlined." She told him while checking his IV and blood pressure. "The doctor will be in to see you around 10am. Breakfast will be up soon. Just buzz this if you need help to get to the bathroom." She took a small bottle of medicine and with a needle withdrew the liquid and then inserted it into his IV. "This will help with the neck and head pain you 're feeling."
After she left, he realized he needed to go to the bathroom, but he was embarrassed to ask for help to do it. He rolled out of bed and wheeled the IV to his bathroom in his room. Feeling a little light-headed he took care of business. While he was walking and rolling the IV back to his bed, a nurse walking by noticed him and asked if he needed help.
"I got it." Mike said, but she came in and took his arm, helping him, anyway. Once he was in bed, she covered him up. "Are you warm enough? Do you need another blanket?"
"I'm fine, thanks." He told her. "Man, they sure are nice and friendly here." He thought.
"Hey, I remember you." She said, pointing at him. "You were here last weekend with two other teenagers."
"Yeah." Mike said, a little embarrassed. He thought she was going to start on him like Nate's mom had accused him of being a drug addict and so forth.
"You were the young man talking to Trisha, the girl in the coma." She accused him.
"Yeah. She's, my girlfriend." He blurted out.
"That makes sense." She nodded, thinking. "There was a spike in brain activity when you were talking to her that got everyone's hopes up, that she was improving."
"How's she doing?" Mike asked. He hadn't seen or talked to her in the Real World or the Dream World in several days now. He really wanted to go see her.
"Wait, I'll be right back." She said, rushing out of the room. Soon she came back with a doctor.
"Hello," the doctor started looking at his chart. "... Mike. I'm Doctor Smith. Lana here tells me you were the young man responsible for the spike in our coma patient's brain activity reading last weekend. I'm wondering, if you are up to it, we can wheel you down there and have you talk with her again to see if we can get the same result?"
"Yes! Of course, I'd love to see and talk to her." Mike said, excited. Everything was falling into place on its own. He had been racking his brain on so many problems, trying to figure out how to overcome them, while riding the bus. The bus accident had turned into a blessing in disguise.
