Something Beyond Me

Chapter 5 - James & Denise

I wake up, actually wake up, in my physical body. I try to look around, everything's moving in a blur and fast movement. I look to my right and see the heart monitor still on me, and some other new machines hooked up. I try to look up, and I see this dome looking thing, then I start moving. I must be getting a CAT scan. I don't know what's being down to me, I try to speak, but there's a breathing tube down my throat.

"Adaline, if you can hear me, do not move at all, just close your eyes and go to sleep," a nurse speaks into the intercom, I calm down a bit, now knowing what the hell to do. I sit in the scanner, trying to make myself relax. How can I? My father is dead, the guy who cried when I went to prom yesterday. Yesterday. Oh my gosh, prom was yesterday. Or so I think. I try to remember what day it is, or try to guess. Oh help me Lord. I want to know where my mother is. I want to know where the freaking hell is my family, or what I have left in my family. "Okay, Adaline, if you can hear me, don't move, we're getting you out of the machine, your grandparents are here to see you when you get back to your room," the nurse speaks into the intercom again, which calms me knowing that a part of my family is waiting for me.

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I black out again, I don't know when, but I don't remember talking or hearing my grandparents at all. I don't open my eyes. My ears have to be my eyes. I need to know where the hell is everybody.

"How is she doing?" A guy, who must be my doctor, asks someone, but who? I hear footsteps being made to me, right next to me. Someone sits down, and feels my wrist for a pulse. My monitor must of been taking off.

"She's doing somewhat better, brain trauma is gone, theres still a puncture in her lungs," a nurse, with a weird, probably fake, British accent confirms with the doctor. I hear her grab a clipboard. "It wouldn't hurt to learn the patients name, James," the nurse scolded the doctor.

"Let's not worry about names and let's just worry about her," James, the doctor, scorns back at the nurse.

"Her name is Adaline, and she's doing fine; well, as best as she can right now. Adaline is unable to breathe without the tube," the nurse fires back at the doctor, I hear faint footsteps walking away from me.

"Denise..Okay, Adaline," the doctor tries to talk to me, and emphasises my name to the nurse, Denise.

"There you go," Denise says.

"Okay, Ms.Sanswood, you still have a punctured lung, you're going to need a transplant within the next day, or else we have to pull the plug," James tells me, in the most unemotional voice ever to be said. Then I think, wait, I'm going to die? What the hell? I need a transplant? Get a lung from my father! I'm sure he wouldn't mind! I open my eyes, James freaks out. I start trying to get his attention, I try to talk, but it's never going to happen with this tune in my throat.

James immediate freaks out, and from my guess, he thinks that I'm going into cardiac arrest or something. I start moving my hands to motion pen and paper, he walks over to me with a shot of something. Please don't knock me out. Denise sees what's going on, and stops James.

"James, she wants something to write on, Adaline wants to talk to you," Denise yells at James, then walks over to me with a pen and paper.

"You know I could fire your ass, right?" James yells back at Denise, then makes his way to me without the shot.

"I've saved your ass so many times, you can't fire me, James," Denise scorns back, then leaves the room.

"Damn... So what do you want to talk about, Adaline?" James tries to yell back at Denise, but then decides to focus on me.

I try to write my nickname, Adalee, on the paper, and ask where and how my family is doing. I struggled to reach over to give James the paper, he reads aloud, trying to make sense of my handwriting.

My handwriting is actually really good, it's just having these things all over my arms isn't helping my penmanship.

"Nickname Adalee?" James squints at the paper, I nod. "Where is family?" He reads aloud again.

"I have some news, your father was hit on the driver side of the car. He was the first person to get hit. Adaline, uh, sorry, Adalee, your father is dead," James comfirms the news I wasn't looking forward to hearing, again. "As for your mother, she is in surgery right now. Maxwell, he's barely hanging on. Sawyer is okay right now, the last update on her was two hours ago, and it said that she was watching tv," James finishes his sentence. A tear finally comes out of me, James wipes it away with a tissue.

"I'm sorry, Adalee," James comforts me, I write some more questions on the paper. I ask Doctor James whether or not I could use my dads lungs for the transplant.

"I'm afraid not, he has O negative blood and you have A positive," James gets interrupted by Denise, who seemed to be crying before entering the room. James nods, the Denise leaves the room, looking at me with sorrow.

"Um, I'm so sorry to be telling you this, Adalee, but your," James holds his breathe in, he sees that I'm about to cry, and continues on with his sentence. " I'm so sorry to have to tell you that...."