Chenford Story

14

Lucy's POV

Tim was with me almost constantly while I was..... I didn't really know what to call it. I wasn't really awake. I was aware of my surroundings but I couldn't move, speak, do anything but think.
I liked being asleep. I could dream. Yeah most of those were nightmares. But at least I could move, talk, do things normal people did.

Then I would wake up. And I would be.... stuck. Tim was always there. Talking to me.
About his day, about anything really.
It didn't really matter to me what he talked about. I just loved hearing his voice.

I was trying so hard to talk, to do something. "Mm"
"Lucy!"
It exhausted me. Even making a small noise. But I had done it. Made a sound.

Tim's POV

"Mm" it was a simple sound. But it showed Lucy was alive. That she was..... I didn't even know. "Luce?!"
I listened intently, hoping that just maybe Lucy would speak again. It wasn't really words. I knew that, but it was some form of cognition. That she could at least make noise.

"Luce, that was great." Silence. I knew it would be. It would be foolish to think otherwise. Yet somehow I had a small glimmer of hope that maybe... I don't know.

The doctors weren't going to try and wake her up for four days. Emmet was in jail, Rosalind was.... I didn't even know what she was doing. I had given everything I knew to the detectives, it was Angela and Nyla's job now. As much as I wanted to find her myself, I knew it was better for them to do it.

So I was waiting. Nothing much to do. I knew there were more cases for me at the station. Grey had put me on desk duty until Lucy was awake again. I drove over there. Grabbing a handful of case files and returning to the hospital. I couldn't spend a second away from Lucy.

4 days later

The big day. The doctors were going to try and wake Lucy up. There was no guarantee it would work. In fact there was a high chance this wouldn't work, a chance it would kill her entirely.

No. I had to stop thinking like that. Lucy would be ok. Yeah maybe she wouldn't wake up today. Maybe she would wake up for a month. But she was alive. She would continue to be alive.

Lucy's POV

I couldn't breathe. Everything was restricting me. I had heard the doctors talking. Over the last few days the muffled words had turned into sentences. I could hear everyone else. Tim most of all. He was there what I could imagine was almost every day. He should have hated me. I jumped off a cliff to me death right in front of him, told him I loved him. I shouldn't have told him where to find me. It would have easier for both of us. Especially Tim.
He had saved my life. Not that I wanted him to. But I owed him thanks, I think.

The machine beeping wasn't there anymore. I felt people disconnecting things attached to my body. What were they doing? Did they think I was dead? Surely not, the machines were normal before that.
I felt myself drowning, exactly like I did in that barrel with Caleb. Breathe Lucy, please. "Please Lucy" I heard Tim's voice.
I willed myself to breathe. Just one breath. Just one. To show them I was there. "Please"
Tim seemed desperate. I knew he would be feeling guilty. He was there. He was the one they sent to talk me down. It wasn't his fault. I knew the tricks, I wouldn't have come down for anyone. I had made my decision. Please.

I focused all my energy into trying to breathe. I slowly moved my muscles. My chest rose, taking in a breath. It was exhausting. Why did I have to survive?

I did it again, rising my chest and breathing. It was more work that ever before. I had fought of criminals, been shot, buried alive. Nothing seemed as difficult as this was. Simply breathing.

"Yes!" I heard Tim's ecstatic voice shouting from somewhere in the room. I have made Tim happy. That was good. Breathing was good, as difficult as it was.

Four hours later

I was running, through a forest of purple upsidedown trees, Emmet was following me, holding a gun. Suddenly his face morphed into Caleb's, I screamed. No one could hear me. Then I was in the barrel. Then I was on the cliff, only Caleb and Emmet were there and they pushed me.
I woke up with a start, sitting up. Eyes wide open and awake.

I had.... sat up. How the hell did I do that. I could move, see. What the.....

I was in the hospital, as I assumed. I had on the classic paper thin dress, sat up in a private room. Tim was asleep on an uncomfortable looking chair next to the bed, a dossier of case files were strewn across the table.

Slowly I got out of bed. I was wobbly. I hadn't used my body in, I didn't even know how long. Possibly months. I walked over to Tim, using the bed to support myself.
I practically flung myself into a hug with him. Squeezing as hard as I could, which wasn't very hard given I hadn't even moved in a while.

Tim's POV

I awoke suddenly to someone hugging me. Lucy..... Oh my god she was awake?!
I squeezed back as hard as I dared given her probable broken bones.
"Oh my god Luce your alive!"
She didn't reply, just squeezed tighter. I preyed it wasn't a dream. I pinched myself just to be sure. It was real. And that hurt.

"Are-are you ok?"
I wasn't really sure what to ask, there isn't really a guidebook of what to ask someone who has been in a coma for over two weeks. She was very lucky. Some people never come out.