So this is a story that might possibly have more parts I'm undecided yet, but this story takes place on the day of Bonner's accident but I changed it up a little bit it's about his accident but I didn't think I could write all that it's just to real so I just changed it up a bit and also sharna and bonner are married when this happens so there's that to. And just like all my other story's I don't want any negative comments on my story's if there is I will delete it and block you so anyways Hope you enjoy. Happy Easter everyone!!!!
The first day was the hardest. As she walked into the room, she first heard the beeping of a heart monitor that would become background music in her mind. The she noticed her husband lying motionless, propped up slightly in the bed, surrounded by institutionally white sheets. Bonner lay with his eyes closed, his skin the palest Sharna had ever seen.
She wanted to leave. Run, run, until reality slipped away into a some kind of nightmare or bad practical joke. Sharna could not see her love like this. She hadn't seen him since the accident and she had no idea it would be this hard.
But she would not leave. The fighter within her dug her feet into the ground and opened her eyes that had been shut against the tears. Just like the man lying before her, she could not feel her body as she advanced toward the bed. When she was beside him, a shaky hand lifted to rest on Bonner's shoulder and a sigh escaped her lips. She ran her hand through his silky hair, wanting only to look into his eyes.
As if he had read her mind, he slowly opened his eyes, blinking away sleep. "Hey, baby," Sharna choked. She laughed slightly, unaware of why.
His eyes sunk into her pleasantly. "It's good to see you," he said plainly.
"You too."
After the pleasant moments of a welcomed silence, Sharna bent down and kissed him softly. The hand that normally pulled her back into the kiss after she backed away never came. Reality began to slowly and painfully set into Sharna's mind and body. "How've you been, Shar? Better than me, I hope," he chuckled, looking down at his body.
She could not believe how, well, Bonner still seemed. A weak smile greeted him as he looked back at her. "Can I...?" she asked, moving her eyes toward the bed beside him, not quite sure of how to act.
"You don't have to ask," he replied, still cheerful.
Sharna climbed on to the bed slowly with him, realizing how much she had taken those moments together in bed for granted. "I've been okay," she said quietly, slowly. "A little shook up. James is doing great. We've gotten perfect scores that past two weeks." Her voice broke a bit talking about the dancing with the stars all star season.
"Well that's great, baby! Keep it up!" he whispered, sounding quite tired.
How could he be so pleasant when she was on the verve of breaking down? "But, you know, it's hard Bonner. I really, I really miss you, baby. I wish you could come back home. It's hard."
That seemed to wipe away the remnants of Bonner's front of feeling perfectly fine and a worried expression crossed his face. "I miss you, too."
Sharna glanced down at his body.
She grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest so that he could feel her heart beat. She waited for a moment before whispering, "Can you feel me, B?" Her hand held on tightly to his, squeezing it.
She should not have asked. Deep down she knew she would not get the answer that she was looking for.
Bonner had been injured in a bull-riding accident. Seriously injured. When he had been thrown off of the bull he laid on his stomach, delayed in his getting up because the wind was knocked out of him. Unphased, the bull charged him with unbreakable rage. Before Bonner could stand, the bull's hoof came down on his back, just at the bottom of his neck. The crowd became silent and time froze. Sharna had stood up to confirm that her eyes had indeed been playing tricks on her. But they hadn't, and Sharna watched helplessly as cowboy-like men ran into the ring where Bonner's body lay, completely limp.
It was the most beautiful circus of agony. Colors flashed through the eerie silence as men in red danced around distracting the bull, men in tan cowhide stood by the gate trying to awaiting its arrival, and paramedics in pale blue surrounded the helpless Bonner.
Sharna barely remembered what she had done. In a daze, she had hurried down to the floor of the stadium, trying to get the attention of anyone who would know what was happening. Yet she remembered watching, completely numb, as the flashing lights of the ambulance moved into the distance. She remembered the horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach as she doubled over in anguish, in fear, in worry.
Two weeks later, after days of waiting and worrying, after Bonner had woken from the coma that would not let him go, they lay together on the hospital bed. But two weeks later he was rendered almost completely paralyzed from a spinal chord injury, on life support, and almost too weak to move the one part of his body that he could: his head.
Sharna never should have asked.
Bonner clenched his eyes tight, fighting back tears. He did not have the energy to shake his head no. Or maybe he didn't have the strength to tell Sharna what she dreaded to hear. Without letting go of his hand, Sharna leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on his cheek, then settled in by his neck. She used all of the strength that she had left to keep from crying.
"Shar?" Bonner whispered. She looked up at him. "I want to hold you so, so badly, baby." Sharna couldn't take it. She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his neck.
Bonner wanted to put his arms around her in return, and not being able to was the worst feeling he had ever felt. This pain he would have to live with till he got his mobility back was a kind of pain that he didn't need nerve endings to feel. It exploded in his chest and tortured him on its way down to his toes, only to shoot back up through his lifeless arms, taunting him with the notion that they could not feel his wide who lay right there. It gave him headaches so sever that the entire world in front of him turned grey. It battered against the walls of his brain, and it would later drive him to the point where he would yell at the very woman he yearned so much to be with.
Bonner didn't need to look at her to feel her gaze on him, nor did he need to glance down to know that she was moving her finger in circles near the bottom of his neck like she always did. He felt himself relax. "I love you, Sharna."
"I love you, too B," she managed, as she stopped crying. Sharna closed her eyes tight and prayed with all of her will, as she would every night, for him to get better. She prayed this every single night.
